His physiological preference

"Put away the dirty thoughts in your head."

Qin Yuzheng said with a look of disgust.

Qin Yushang almost choked on his own saliva. He coughed and covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Brother, tell me what happened." His tone was pleading and begging.

Qin Yuzheng walked over and sat down on the single sofa opposite him. He leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked straight at Qin Yushang.

"That's your sister-in-law," he said. "Show her respect from now on." His tone was laced with warning, as if he would be in for a beating if he didn't comply.

Qin Yushang grew up with his mother and was spoiled by her. He was very rebellious in junior high school, and his father couldn't stand it, so he sent him to the army. Qin Yuzheng was also in the army at that time.

The hot-blooded young Qin Yuzheng was very jealous of Qin Yushang. They were both children of the Qin family, so why did Qin Yushang live so comfortably with his mother, while Qin Yushang was said to be unloved and uncared for behind his back in the compound?

He clearly has parents too, but thankfully he has his grandmother...

So back then, Qin Yuzheng would always find some reasonable excuse to beat Qin Yushang, and each time he would beat him half to death, but Qin Yushang only dared to be angry but dared not speak out.

Later, they did manage to beat him out of his rebellious streak, and he even matured. Maturity is a good thing, but what if he comes back and tries to steal his wife...?

Looking at her brother's murderous gaze.

Qin Yushang raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Brother, that was a misunderstanding. I absolutely respect my sister-in-law."

Qin Yushang lowered his hands and placed them on his knees, looking calmly at his brother.

The address of "sister-in-law" pleased Qin Yuzheng, who stared at Qin Yushang for a while.

His younger brother dared not lie to him. Qin Yuzheng withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his sofa chair.

He glanced at the dishes on the table. The sea bass was cold, the sweet and sour pork ribs had congealed at the bottom of the plate, and the soup of the baby bok choy had been soaked up by the glass noodles.

He picked up his phone from the table and glanced at the time.

"You go first," he said. "I'll introduce you two formally in a couple of days. She's too shy right now."

Qin Yushang opened his mouth. "Can't I even go back to the house next door?" He pointed to the door.

Qin Yuzheng stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. "She's already moved into the room next door."

He stood in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, as if to say, "You'll regret it if you don't leave."

Qin Yushang looked at his brother, opened his mouth as if to say, "That's my house," but after seeing his brother's expression, he swallowed his words.

He stood up, walked to the door, and bent down to change his shoes.

Qin Yushang straightened up and looked down the corridor. The motion-activated lights in the corridor were on, casting a bright white light on the floor. His door next door was closed.

"Brother, where do I live?" he asked.

"Doesn't President Qin have any other houses?" Qin Yuzheng joked.

Then the door closed. Qin Yushang stood in the corridor, his suitcase beside him.

He looked down at his hands, the hands that had just held the bunch of tulips, his fingers still sticky with the juice from the flower stems.

But he had no choice but to pull up the handle of his suitcase and press the elevator button.

Qin Yushang leaned against the elevator wall, took out his phone, and stared at his brother's chat window.

Someone like his brother, finding a girlfriend isn't easy. So violent, and he can only drive a small car...

As his younger brother, he should still give him a heads-up. Otherwise, his brother might end up alone in his old age, leaving him to support him in his old age.

Qin Yushang made a haughty expression, then started typing. He sent two messages to Qin Yuzheng.

"Brother, you need to be gentler with girls, not so fierce. In your sister-in-law's heart, you're more terrifying than a loan shark."

"You're so fierce, you might never get a wife."

After sending the message, he held his phone in his hand. That's all he wanted to say; hopefully, his brother will be more sensible and not ruin the sister-in-law he finally found.

After all, other people wouldn't be like him, getting beaten half to death and still being so nice to him.

When he registered his company, he used a trick to give him 15% of the shares. He neither contributed any money nor made any contributions, but received dividends every year.

He also wanted a younger brother like him, who didn't have to do anything and could just sit back and count money. How could he be so lucky?

The elevator reached the first floor, the doors opened, and Qin Yushang walked out, through the lobby, and pushed open the glass door.

A cool evening breeze swept over him, carrying the last vestiges of osmanthus blossoms. He stood at the door, waiting for his car, when his phone vibrated.

Qin Yuzheng: "You're the one who doesn't have a wife."

Then, a few seconds later, another message appeared: "Why do you say that?"

Qin Yushang looked at the two messages and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He pressed the voice button and recounted what had happened.

He laughed as he spoke, but he still thought his sister-in-law was kind of cute.

In the car, he leaned back in the seat, watching the streetlights recede outside the window.

He thought, at least his brother wouldn't have to grow old alone.

That person who had been impeccable, aloof, and always shouldered everything alone since childhood, finally had someone who could move him.

Qin Yuzheng was standing in the living room when he finished listening to that voice message.

He didn't move after listening. His gaze fell on the dining table, where the food had completely gone cold.

In a baby's mind, is he really more terrifying than a loan shark?

Qin Yuzheng recalled his interactions with Yang Zhiyan. Was he fierce? No, right?

Qin Yuzheng put his phone in his pocket, turned around, and saw that the bedroom door was closed and there was no sound from inside. He walked over and knocked on the door.

"Baby?"

The door opened. Yang Zhiyan stood in the doorway.

Her eyes were a little red. She stood there, her hand on the doorknob, but didn't come out.

"The blanket is dirty," she said softly, like a child who had done something wrong, cautiously. "Where is your spare blanket? I don't dare to go through your closet."

Qin Yuzheng looked at her. Her head was slightly lowered, her gaze fixed on his chest, not looking into his eyes.

Her fingers slowly clenched and then loosened on the doorknob.

"Baby, you can search anywhere in the house you want," Qin Yuzheng said earnestly.

Yang Zhiyan looked up at him. No, is this the important point? Does the big boss have a problem with his comprehension?

The important question is, where are the duvet cover and bed sheet?

Qin Yuzheng understood, but he did not answer immediately.

He took a step forward, stood in front of her, reached out, took her hand off the doorknob, and held it in his own.

"Stop doing this, you're just tiring yourself out," he said in a low voice, as if coaxing a spoiled child.

"I'll change in a bit. Come here now, I have something to ask you."

Yang Zhiyan's body stiffened slightly. Not knowing what Qin Yuzheng was asking with such a serious expression, she instinctively wanted to run away.

"I want to go back and take a shower and change my clothes first," she said, shifting her gaze to the wall behind him. "My clothes are dirty."