Brother, just how powerful is our family?

In the following days, Qin Yao's condition was indeed somewhat off.

She would sit on the terrace of the manor, gazing at the distant grasslands in a daze, sometimes for hours on end.

He is always absent-minded while eating, and occasionally he will suddenly put down his chopsticks and stare blankly in a certain direction.

That evening, the staff at the manor said they heard noises coming from Qin Yao's room several times, as if she had woken up in the night and was unable to fall back asleep.

Qin Feng saw all of this.

He knew everything that happened on the grassland that day—the blatant display of power, the almost indifferent attitude towards life, and the declarations of "I am the rule."

These things were too much of a shock for an ordinary nineteen-year-old girl.

But Qin Feng didn't comfort his sister, nor did he explain anything.

Some things you have to process and understand on your own.

Just as eaglets must be pushed out of the nest to learn to fly, lion cubs must face bloodshed to learn to hunt.

He would simply have someone bring Qin Yao a cup of hot tea when she was lost in thought; when she had no appetite, he would have the kitchen prepare some dishes with flavors from her hometown; and when she couldn't sleep at night, he would have the staff light some sleep-inducing aromatherapy in her room.

In addition, he gave his sister enough space and time.

Qin Yao sensed this silent care.

She knew her brother was paying attention to her, and that he wasn't angry or disappointed because of her "discomfort".

This realization itself is a form of comfort.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qin Yao got up early as usual to prepare for breakfast.

As she walked to the restaurant entrance, she suddenly stopped. Inside, Qin Feng was setting the table himself, his movements clumsy but earnest.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing him in a golden glow.

This scene reminded Qin Yao of her childhood.

Back then, my parents were very busy running a convenience store. They would often leave before dawn and not return until midnight.

It was her older brother Qin Feng who took care of her and her second older brother Qin Yang.

Every morning, my brother would prepare breakfast clumsily but earnestly, just like he does now, even though he often burns the porridge or frys the eggs.

Once, she threw a tantrum because her brother's cooking was so bad that she smashed the bowl on the ground.

The older brother wasn't angry; he just quietly picked up the pieces and made a new one.

That night, she noticed several small cuts on her brother's hands, from when he was cleaning up the broken pieces.

"Brother..." Qin Yao called softly.

Qin Feng looked up, saw his sister, and smiled gently: "You're awake? Come and have breakfast. We have soy milk and fried dough sticks today; I asked the kitchen to make them especially for you."

Qin Yao walked into the restaurant and sat down opposite her brother.

The soy milk is freshly ground, and the fried dough sticks are freshly fried, with an irresistible aroma.

She took a bite of the fried dough stick; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside—it tasted just like she remembered.

"Is it good?" Qin Feng asked.

"Mmm." Qin Yao nodded, her eyes a little moist. "It tastes just as good as the ones you used to make at home when I was little."

Qin Feng laughed: "They didn't taste this good back then; they were often burnt."

"But I like it very much," Qin Yao said softly, "because it was made by my brother."

The brother and sister finished their breakfast quietly. Afterwards, Qin Yao suddenly said, "Brother, I want to go to the grasslands again."

Qin Feng looked at her: "Have you figured it out?"

"I haven't completely figured it out," Qin Yao said honestly. "But I think I understand. This world is like this; it has beauty and cruelty, rules and rule-breakers. Brother, you chose to be the one who sets the rules; that was your choice. As for me... I haven't figured out what kind of person I want to be yet."

She paused, then continued, "But I won't be afraid anymore. Because you are my brother. Whether you are an ordinary person or... the king of the continent, you are the brother who makes me breakfast, protects me, and loves me."

Qin Feng's eyes welled up with tears. He reached out and patted his sister's head: "I'm relieved that you think this way."

"But brother..." Qin Yao's expression suddenly turned serious, "Can you promise me one thing?"

"you say."

"No matter how powerful you are, no matter how strong your rules are, don't... become a bad person." Qin Yao looked at her brother earnestly. "Don't bully the weak, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and don't... forget who you are."

Qin Feng fell silent. He looked into his sister's clear eyes and saw the pure expectation and trust within them.

At that moment, he realized that everything he had built was not only to protect his family, but also to live up to that trust.

"I promise you," Qin Feng said solemnly. "I will use this power to do what I should do and protect those who should be protected. I will not become...a monster."

Qin Yao smiled, a smile as bright as the sun: "That's good. I believe you, brother."

From that day on, Qin Yao's condition completely returned to normal.

She restarted her live streams, showing her fans the scenery of Africa, introducing the local culture, and sharing her life on the farm.

However, she never mentioned hunting again, nor did she ever display the army again.

But the online discussions did not stop. Speculation about Qin Feng and Huanyu Group increased, and various analytical articles emerged one after another.

Someone dug up Qin Feng's upbringing in China: an ordinary family, an ordinary university, and two years ago he suddenly went to Africa and then rose to prominence rapidly.

This "grassroots underdog story" plot makes Qin Feng's story even more legendary.

Many young people idolize him and fantasize about building their own kingdom somewhere.

Qin Feng saw all of this, but he didn't care. He had more important things to deal with.

That afternoon, Qin Feng was reviewing the progress report of the asteroid belt project in his study when his phone rang.

It was a request for a WeChat video call; the caller was his younger brother, Qin Yang.

Qin Feng answered the video call, and Qin Yang's smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Bro! You're amazing now!" Qin Yang exclaimed, his words filled with exaggerated flattery. "The whole internet in China is talking about you and Yao Yao! My classmates and friends are all asking me if that big shot in Africa is my brother! I'm practically a campus celebrity!"

Qin Feng was amused by his younger brother's exaggeration: "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Qin Yang nodded vigorously. "Look at this trending topics list, three out of the top ten are related to you! And this forum has a special section analyzing your strength! Some say you're the illegitimate child of some powerful family, some say you've received some mysterious inheritance, and some even say you're an alien..."

Qin Feng was both amused and exasperated: "What utter nonsense!"

"But bro, are you really..." Qin Yang's expression suddenly turned serious, "Are you really as amazing as the internet says? Those armored vehicles, armed helicopters, private armies... are they all real?"

"It's all true," Qin Feng said without hiding anything, "but some details have been exaggerated."

"My God..." Qin Yang gasped, "Does that mean I'm... the younger brother of an African tycoon? Can I just walk around Hengdian like a madman now?"