Going back to 18, demanding 30,000 yuan in compensation from the school beauty.

When Lin Zhao left Anjia, she already had 5000 yuan in cash in her hand.

An Yuanbiao promised to raise the remaining 25,000 yuan within a week and give it to him.

Lin Zhao agreed.

Sun Jiajun didn't understand: "Why won't you make him sign a written agreement? Aren't you afraid he'll go back on his word later?"

Lin Zhao waved a wad of bright red bills in her hand: "He didn't admit it at first, but now he's obediently paying up, isn't he?"

Sun Jiajun frowned.

I feel like something's not right, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

When I came to my senses, I heard someone spit loudly next to me, and then they started counting their money.

"Here you go!"

He handed over most of the stack.

Sun Jiajun asked, puzzled, "What?"

Lin Zhaofei glared at him: "What do you mean, 'what are you doing'?! This is three thousand! I'm not a servant!"

Sun Jiajun understood what he meant, but he was not happy and hesitated to reach out and take the money.

"What, you think it's not enough?" Lin Zhao asked.

"No, no!"

Sun Jiajun looked constipated, scratching his neck and then his back before finally mustering the courage to say, "Linzi, actually there's something I'm keeping from you..."

Lin Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing his brother's serious expression, I subconsciously wondered if he had arranged for the truck that hit and killed me.

The moment that thought popped into my head, it was extinguished!

I've really acted in too many melodramatic short dramas; I can come up with all sorts of outrageous plots.

"What?"

"Actually... An Meng also contacted me the night before the dinner party..." Sun Jiajun stammered, not daring to look at him at all.

"and then?"

"She also asked me to bring her milk tea, but I didn't agree!"

"Um."

Lin Zhao nodded, still unable to connect to his brother's signal. "So, the reason you're specifically bringing this up for discussion is...?"

Sun Jiajun was cautious: "If I had promised to bring her milk tea that day, she probably wouldn't have contacted you, and you wouldn't have had the car accident. So..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her face became increasingly red.

If you don't care about gender, this fair-skinned and thin brother is actually quite cute!

Lin Zhao understood.

"Are you saying you're also responsible for my car accident? That's why you're embarrassed to accept the money?"

"……Um!"

Sun Jiajun nodded seriously.

Lin Zhao was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he suddenly burst into loud laughter, like a duck that had caught mad cow disease.

"Hahahahaha..."

Sun Jiajun: "???"

Lin Zhao waved her hand: "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist!"

Sun Jiajun: "..."

Lin Zhao was inexplicably in a great mood.

Having spent too much time in the cutthroat entertainment industry...

He had long been accustomed to all kinds of birds and beasts, demons and monsters, and had forgotten what a normal person should be like.

It's been so long since I've had a brother who feels so alive and vibrant.

"What the hell do you mean?!" Sun Jiajun said irritably.

Lin Zhao shoved him suddenly: "What do you mean? Do you have paranoia?"

"What illness?"

"Idiot syndrome!"

"Hey, why are you swearing at me? I finally mustered up the courage to be honest with you!"

"Oh……"

Lin Zhao suddenly realized, "So all this time you've been pestering me every day, taking care of me at the hospital, looking after me at home, and even helping me gather information about An Meng's family, it wasn't out of brotherly loyalty, it was because you felt guilty?"

Sun Jiajun placed his hand on the back of the head: "A little, I'm just really afraid you'll get hurt..."

Lin Zhao smiled nonchalantly and punched him.

Sun Jiajun felt a sharp pain in his chest, but the weight that had been hanging over his heart lifted.

"So you really don't blame me?"

"What the hell are you blaming me for! How do you know whether An Meng contacted you first or me first?"

"I checked her chat history with you; she did contact me first, and after I rejected her, she contacted you!"

Sun Jiajun's eyes were firm.

Lin Zhao was even happier.

Thinking about how my brother has been helping me piece together clues these past few days while struggling with whether or not to confess, I probably won't be able to sleep at night...

He couldn't help it.

"So you mean, if you hadn't rejected her, she wouldn't have contacted me, and I wouldn't have gotten hit by a car? Is that right?"

"……Um."

"The logic is sound, I just have one question."

"you say."

How do you know she won't contact me again after you agree to her request?

"?"

Sun Jiajun was stunned, his face full of confusion: "She's a water buffalo, why would she drink two cups of milk tea by herself?!"

Lin Zhao laughed loudly.

I thought Sun Jiajun's consistently hostile attitude towards An Meng meant he had long seen through her manipulative nature.

Surprisingly, this guy didn't see anything at all; he was just annoyed.

He had no idea how cunning and treacherous a green tea girl could be to satisfy her vanity—it's far more impressive to have two boys fight for you than to have one boy confess his love to you!

Lin Zhao didn't offer much explanation for An Meng's tricks.

After all, the college entrance exam is over, and all those class beauties, school beauties, and dog-tail flowers will just be strangers from now on.

This kid, on the other hand, is a brother I can rely on for life.

"Oh shit!"

Lin Zhao spat, stopped counting, and slapped all five thousand yuan onto his crotch.

"What are you doing?" Sun Jiajun exclaimed in surprise.

"I've given you all, buy some more walnuts to boost your brainpower!"

"Really?! Hey, who are you calling a 'slut'?!"

……

Given that Lin Zhao was still injured, Sun Jiajun, out of humanitarian spirit, sent him home.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw a worker dressed as a laborer drilling a power drill by the window, making a loud noise.

The living room was filled with smoke and dust.

Lin Haidong emerged from the smoke, his face as grim as ever: "Where did you go?"

The question was about Lin Zhao.

Sun Jiajun's face turned pale instantly, as if he were suddenly asked a question in class.

Lin Zhao calmly replied, "I got tired of staying at home, so I went out for a walk while it was cool in the evening."

Lin Haidong nodded, unsuspecting, and his gloomy expression returned.

Sun Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief and gave his brother a thumbs up.

Lin Zhao reciprocated by giving her brother the middle finger.

"Dad, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Install the air conditioner." Lin Haidong helped the worker hold the ladder, without turning his head.

"Why did you suddenly install air conditioning?"

Lin Zhao was puzzled.

Lin Haidong did not answer.

The worker stood on the ladder, adjusting the angle and position of the opening.

Seeing this, Sun Jiajun suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "I know!! The doctor instructed when she was discharged that the weather was hot, and Lin Zhao's head wound must not get infected. That's why Teacher Lin decided to install air conditioning, right?!"

Sun Jiajun became more and more excited as he spoke, wishing he could immediately recognize the thief as his father... no, he wanted to recognize Lin as his father.

Lin Haidong remained silent and did not turn around.

The renovation worker, while working, ate some melon seeds, his dark face beaming with a憨厚 smile: "Oh my, now I understand! This contractor ordered two air conditioners, one for the living room, and the other not in the master bedroom, but in the small room. That's quite unusual! I was worried about installing the wrong one, so I asked several times. Now I understand completely. This father did it all for his son. Wow, he's so thoughtful and generous. These two air conditioners aren't cheap; they're more than a month's salary for us..."

Upon hearing this, Sun Jiajun quickly ran to Lin Zhao's room to check.

They quickly ran out excitedly again.

"It's actually installed! Panasonic, Mr. Lin is so impressive, he's really going all out for his son..."

His eyes were filled with envy.

Lin Zhao stood at the front door, not reacting for a long time, her eyes stinging from the thick smoke and dust in the living room.

The domineering CEO has seen it all; he wears a suit and is worth hundreds of billions in no time.

But I'm really not good at this kind of situation!

Amidst the rising dust.

Lin Haidong remained standing by the window, holding onto the folding ladder, his slightly plump figure motionless.

He neither turned around nor spoke, remaining as silent as a mountain.

Sun Jiajun finally calmed down.

In the small living room, the only sound for a moment was the whirring of the electric drill.

"Put-put-put, put-put-put, put-put-put..."