Judging from his appearance, Wei Qian is certainly the kind of person who looks like a human but not a dog.

He is tall and has long legs. He has practiced the skill of carrying himself well since he was a child, and now he can do it with ease.

Usually in the company, he looks too young, and unlike Sanpang, he gets along well with others wherever he goes. He travels all year round, and it is normal for him to be in a hurry. He always buttons up to the top, which makes him look more and more serious. Even if he occasionally stays in the office, he will close the door and stay alone. He would rather draw turtles in the room like an autistic child than come out to chat and laugh with the young girls in the company.

After being perverted like this for a long time, he naturally develops a serious aura that says "no strangers allowed".

The strange woman at the door thought he was some important person, and suddenly felt awkward. She pinched her bag unconsciously, forced out a somewhat flattering smile and said, "Oh... I'm her relative from her hometown, the eldest aunt of their eldest son."

Wei Qian frowned even more tightly: "Aunt? Why haven't I heard that there is an aunt in her hometown?"

The strange woman's face turned a little ugly, but she had no idea who Wei Qian was, so she didn't dare to get angry. She could only smile apologetically, as if she was used to being servile and had a submissive face.

Wei Qian glanced at her, walked to the next door and knocked on Ma Zi's mother's door: "Aunt, it's me. Someone who claims to be your relative is here. Please come out and see if you know him."

After saying that, Wei Qian turned around and glanced at the woman who was standing in the corridor with a dry look. His eyes were like a knife, scraping her body harshly.

Even if she was not an imposter, Ma Zi's father had passed away for so many years, and Ma Zi's mother set up a stall to sell fried dough sticks every day, leaving her alone and widowed, where had she, the "eldest aunt", gone?

When Ma Zi's mother got into trouble and a young child like Ma Zi was lured by bad guys to become a drug dealer, where was she?

Ever since Wei Qian could remember, he had been living next door to Ma Zi and his family, and he had never met any living relatives of their family.

The woman met his cold, scrutinizing gaze with fear and unconsciously stood up against the wall.

Ma Zi's mother had difficulty moving, and after a while, she finally opened the door. A weak female voice came from inside: "Qian'er, when did you come back? Have you eaten?"

Wei Qian's expression softened. He bent down and said a few words to her, then turned around and pushed her out of the room: "This is the person who is looking for you."

The strange middle-aged woman first looked at Ma Zi's mother in shock, her eyeballs almost falling out of her sockets. After a while, she suddenly covered her mouth and said in horror: "Oh my God! You...are you Xiuhong? Are you really Xiuhong? You...how did you become like this? Oh my God!"

Ma Zi's mother was stunned for a long time, and her voice was so weak that it seemed to be squeezed out from the crack of her throat: "You...you are the eldest sister?"

The woman looked at Ma Zi's mother a few times and couldn't help it. Tears fell from her eyes like crazy.

Wei Qian pushed Ma Zi's mother back into the house and let in this "aunt" who came from nowhere. The two of them hugged each other and burst into tears in the house.

Wei Qian retreated quietly, but he was careful when he came out and did not close Ma Zi Ma's door, leaving it a little open, in case anything happened and he could hear it from next door.

Even Sanpang heard the noise and came out to see what was going on. When he saw Wei Qian, he immediately ran to his house shamelessly to get a free meal.

"Relatives? Forget about you. I don't even remember they have relatives. What relatives? We haven't seen each other for 30 years?" Sanpang pinched a piece of fried shrimp ball and stuffed it into his mouth, smacking his lips to taste it. "Oh, this is delicious! Your Xiaoyuan's cooking skills are simply unparalleled. She is more considerate than other young wives. I don't know who will benefit from it in the future."

Kim Jong-un’s mouth is like a train station, all kinds of shit come out of it, and no one would take him seriously.

But Wei Zhiyuan's sexual orientation has always been a concern for Wei Qian. He is truly compromised when he compromises, and he is truly upset when he is upset. The latter is something he cannot control.

The three words "young wife" caught Wei Qian off guard, and he immediately got angry: "Get lost, you are the young wife!"

He had just finished scolding, and before his words could even hit his feet, Wei Zhiyuan came out with dishes in her arms, wearing an apron. She looked particularly virtuous, and slapped his brother in the face with her actions.

Wei Qian and Sanpang's eyes fell on him at the same time. Wei Qian rolled his eyes helplessly and said to the innocent Wei Zhiyuan, "I'll hire a part-time worker tomorrow. I see there's an amateur Sanda team in the club downstairs. You can exercise more when you have time, or go out and play a few more games. Don't always hang around the stove."

Wei Zhiyuan regarded his words as an imperial decree, and nodded in agreement without saying anything. Then he raised his head and asked him with a smile: "Brother, so you like men who practice Sanda and have good bodies?"

Sanpang seemed to be thinking of something obscene and started laughing while covering his face.

I don’t know if this guy did it on purpose. Anyway, Wei Qian felt something was wrong when he heard this sentence. It felt like he was being teased: “I like… I like your uncle! How can you talk like that, you little bastard?”

The fat guy was only interested in having fun, not noticing the undercurrents at all. He heartlessly joked and added fuel to the fire: "Stop it, little brother. With your brother's bad temper, you need someone as soft as your third brother to overcome his temper with softness. You can't stand his annoyance three times a day. With our body size..."

He patted his belly, which looked like a ripe watermelon, and said, "At best, he was a sumo wrestler."

Wei Qian stepped on him, and Sanpang dodged immediately like a trained warrior, and said in a disgusting way, "Oh, what are you doing, husband? You want domestic violence just because you don't agree with me? Who will give birth to your children if you kill your wife?"

Wei Qian wanted to beat him to death from the bottom of his heart.

Wei Zhiyuan was still afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he took advantage of Sanpang's joke and took Wei Qian's hand half-seriously and half-jokingly, and pecked his brother's hand affectionately: "Then beat him to death, don't be afraid, I will give birth to you."

Kim Jong-un was so happy that his fat was shaking.

Wei Qian pulled his hand back and felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Wei Zhiyuan served the food to Old Lady Song in the room and after delivering it to her, he came back and forcibly squeezed Sanpang aside, separating the two of them.

Wei Qian: "What are you doing again?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "To compete for favor."

"Hey, this naughty kid, you're addicted to bullying your brother," Sanpang made some room and patted Wei Zhiyuan on the back of his head, then stretched his neck and said to Wei Qian, "By the way, Qian'er... Oh no, President Wei, you're away on a business trip during this period, and I have something to report to you."

Wei Qian said in a long voice without raising his eyelids: "If you have something to say, then don't say it."

Sanpang's expression was extremely vulgar, "Scumbag - isn't there a pretty girl in charge of salary and performance in our HR department? That Xiaolin Qing, hehe... She's a nice person and gets along well with me..."

Wei Qian was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "You beast, can you not pick the good cabbages under your nose? Even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows."

"I just like her, and she's not a superficial woman who only looks at appearance. I asked her the other day, 'Sister, who do you think is more handsome, me or your CEO Wei?' Guess what she said?"

Wei Qian: "I don't want to guess. Don't come to our house to eat for free in the future. I lose my appetite just by looking at you."

Sanpang patted his belly, looking very proud. He turned to Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Jealous, brother, do you see that? This is the envy and jealousy of a shameful bachelor towards a man who is surrounded by sweetness and happiness."

Wei Zhiyuan asked with great interest: "What did she say?"

"Our Lin Qing said," Sanpang imitated in a low voice, "'Boss Wei has such a stern face that I dare not look him in the eye when I greet him every morning. What's the use of being handsome? It's not enough to worry about being with a king every day. Unlike Brother Tan, he makes people feel warm and safe.' Listen to what he said, he sees the essence through the phenomenon, this is wisdom!"

Wei Zhiyuan glanced at Wei Qian with a smile, quickly grabbed the last fried shrimp ball and put it into Wei Qian's bowl: "Brother, you should smile more."

Wei Qian gave him a fake smile in response, but his expression was gentle, and his eyes and eyebrows were filled with a kind of helpless indulgence.

Sanpang didn't know if he was a little neurotic, but his heart suddenly skipped a beat. For a moment, he felt that there was something wrong with the way the two brothers flirted with each other, especially Wei Zhiyuan.

Sanpang couldn't help but yelled, "Xiaoyuan?"

Wei Zhiyuan: “Hmm?”

The look in Wei Zhiyuan's eyes was really weird. It was normal for him to look more relaxed when facing his family than when facing outsiders, but he was not relaxed. Sanpang saw it clearly. He felt that Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were like an artist looking at a masterpiece, a collector looking at a piece of top-quality Hetian, like... like a man looking at his lover, full of some kind of silent and passionate tenderness.

Did we go too far just now?

Sanpang hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Oh, it's okay."

Then he made up an excuse and said, "Did you leave any food for Auntie? She has guests in her room today."

Wei Zhiyuan said calmly, "I called to order takeout. Since they are guests, it would be inappropriate to treat them to a home-cooked meal."

As they were talking, they heard the doorbell and the delivery man asked, "Has anyone ordered food here?"

"I'll go." Wei Qian stood up, took some change from his coin purse, and went out to pick up the takeaway. He was about to push the door open to Ma Zi's mother, but he heard the sound of conversation inside at the door.

Ma Zi's aunt has been living in a county town in the neighboring province, less than five hours' drive from this city. This distance cannot be said to be very close, but it is definitely not a long way off.

Ma Zi's father and his aunt are not biological siblings. They are siblings with different surnames who were forced together after Ma Zi's grandparents remarried after being widowed. They have no blood relationship and limited affection between them.

When the eldest aunt learned that she had an adopted younger brother, she had already grown up and was married. The relationship between the two siblings was originally a matter of face. Later, all the people in her hometown were gone, and Ma Zi's father got married and had children, leaving his hometown to make a living. The two families had even less contact.

My eldest aunt's husband died early, and she raised her two sons alone. The eldest son lives in the county town and is already working, while the youngest son is only sixteen. He was not good at studying and dropped out of school early, but he was also wild and always wanted to run away, saying that he was going to work.

Little Jiao'er has been spoiled since childhood, so the eldest aunt was reluctant to let him go, so she had to travel thousands of miles to "accompany him to work" as if she was accompanying him to study. When she got here, she remembered that her youngest son had an uncle who was not a close relative in the local area.

So he began to think about seeking refuge.

She took the mailing address which was many years old and inquired for a long time before she found out that her step-brother had died long ago and Ma Zi's mother had moved to the city center.

When she first saw Ma Zi's mother in this state, the eldest aunt almost didn't recognize her, and then she burst into tears and cried sincerely. However, when they sat down together and reminisced about the past, and Ma Zi's mother began to tell her about what had happened over the years, the aunt's feminine sympathy was gradually suppressed by the cold and shrewdness of a middle-aged person, especially when she confirmed that Ma Zi was dead.

Wei Qian put his hand on the doorknob and heard the eldest aunt in the room lower her voice and said to Ma Zi's mother: "Sister, are you stupid? They are all strangers who have no relationship with you. They have served you so wholeheartedly for so many years, but you don't even think about what they want."

Ma Zi's mother hadn't seen outsiders for a long time, so her reaction was somewhat slow: "What do you want to see? What can I want to see?"

The eldest aunt grasped her withered and burned hand lovingly, and said with a sigh, "What else can I want? I want your house, sister. You stay at home all day and don't know what's going on outside. Do you know how much your house is worth?"

Ma Zi's mother couldn't answer and looked at her elder sister-in-law in shock.

The eldest aunt lowered her voice even more: "This location, this area - don't you think about it? Even if you can live to be a hundred years old, how much can you eat and use? How can it be compared with the value of this house? You are really careless... Alas, no wonder, you have no one around you, and I feel sad when I see you. How about this, I will bring your little nephew to you tomorrow. That boy is strong and healthy. He happened to come here to find a job. If you are willing, I will let him accompany you. We are all family..."

"What a family that is very good at calculating." Her words were suddenly interrupted as the door opened and Wei Qian, carrying a few bags of takeout, stood at the door.

When someone heard what she said, the eldest aunt was embarrassed. She instinctively said, "How dare you barge into someone else's house?"

Wei Qian walked in, sneered, put the food on the table, and said mercilessly: "Eat, and then get out."

Ma Zi's mother carefully pulled him and said, "Qian'er..."

Wei Qian put his hands on the table and looked down at his aunt with a red face and thick neck.

He has a high nose bridge, thin lips, and drooping eyelids that highlight the slightly upturned corners of his eyes. All of these make him look arrogant: "Where is my brother buried? Do you know where is my uncle buried? Do you know how did Ma Zi - Sun Shuzhi die? Do you know how to write the three characters 'Sun Shuzhi'?"

He slammed the table and my aunt shuddered violently.

Wei Qian: "What kind of relative are you?"

The eldest aunt was not very skilled, but she still had to save face, so she could not stand such treatment and fled in a hurry. Upon hearing the news, Old Lady Song struggled to walk out holding on to the wall. Her voice, which could shock the surrounding villages, was no longer powerful enough to startle the quarrel, but she was still able to spit in a clear and articulate voice to express her feelings.

Sanpang said quickly, "Grandma, I know you are powerful, but the enemy's firepower is not good. You don't need to fight in person. You should go back and rest quickly. Guard, why don't you help the leader away?"

Wei Zhiyuan helped Old Lady Song up and sent her back into the house.

Wei Qian carefully took out tableware for Ma Zi's mother and served her the dishes ordered by Wei Zhiyuan.

Ma Zi's mother did not pick up her chopsticks. She pulled Wei Qian and asked the question in her mind for the first time.

"Qian'er, how did Shuzhi disappear?"

Wei Qian said softly, "It was caused by bad people."

Ma Zi's mother had tears in her eyes: "What about the bad guy?"

Wei Qian's palm gently stroked her gray hair: "Go down and work like a slave for my pockmarked brother. We have avenged him, don't worry."

Ma Zi's mother wiped away her tears and gave him an ugly and terrifying smile with difficulty.

This inexplicable aunt might have seemed like just a small episode at the time, but it seemed to have activated some cruel music in the dark.

Ma Zi's mother did not feel sad, but instead felt an indescribable joy in her heart - she found the reason why she had been living a miserable life, and she was worth a house.

After dealing with the troubles with Ma Zi's mother, San Pang followed Wei Qian into his room and talked about business.

Sanpang asked: "How about the pre-sale license? Can it be obtained in the near future?"

Wei Qian lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed: "That's not a problem. The local regulations are very irregular. They act first and ask for permission later. There are many cases where people start selling first and then get a license..."

Kim Jong-un: "Wait, what do you mean by 'plenty'?"

Wei Qian exhaled a long puff of smoke and said irritably, "I think the local government is crazy because of poverty. They have allocated several plots of land for villas on a tiny hill and sold them to several families. I was wondering why there are so few farmers nearby when the hill is full of economic forests? I guess they have all been cleared away."

Sanpang: "So what? Is it too late for us to retreat now?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Wei Qian waved his hand. "We have already invested a lot of money in the early stage. Several hundred million are hanging there. How can we withdraw? We are too hasty. There should be an agreement in the land use agreement... Alas, it's too late to talk about this now. I have a feeling that this matter will be troublesome."

Sanpang: "What does Brother Xiong say? Where is Mr. Zhang?"

Wei Qian shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Those two... Alas, Zhang still thinks his health and wellness theme is unparalleled in the world, and other competitors are no match. This time I will withdraw first, just to urgently gather everyone for a meeting to see if there is anything that can be done to remedy the situation."

The two of them were silent for a long while. Sanpang suddenly leaned heavily on Wei Qian's desk and said, "Hey, there are so many things to deal with. I have a suggestion. Do you think it's okay?"

Wei Qian pretended to listen attentively, waiting for his insightful opinions.

Sanpang: "Let's go to the temple to pray on Sunday to get rid of the bad luck."

Wei Qian: “…”

Half a minute later, Sanpang was driven out of Wei Qian's room. Wei Zhiyuan was holding a plate of fruit and was about to knock on the door, but when he saw this, he quickly stepped aside to avoid being implicated.

Sanpang: "Why are you so unfriendly? I am telling the truth. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God, right? You should be as open-minded as San Ge... At best, I can file for bankruptcy, and then I can go back to sell pork to my dad."

Wei Qian said, "Get out of here now."

"Alas, young man, you have a lot of energy, but you have a bad temper..." Sanpang said, and he reached into his back pocket and took out a photo of a girl. He looked up and smiled at Wei Qian, "Yes, I wanted to tell you just now, but was interrupted by the aunt who came out of the crack in the ground next door. This is Lin Qing's classmate. The girl is a local, beautiful, and has a good personality, but her taste is a little different from ordinary people. I heard that she likes the kind of men who don't answer. When I heard that, I thought, isn't this you, my brother? Hurry up and get the photo and contact information. Take a look, Third Brother is thinking about you, right?"

As he spoke, he handed the photo to Wei Qian, but was blocked by a cold hand.

The back of Wei Zhiyuan's hand was pale, and his fingertips seemed to be covered with ice. He turned his back to Wei Qian and took the photo from Sanpang. His voice seemed to be joking, as if it was relaxed and lively: "Third brother, my brother's volcano is about to erupt. Why don't you run away? Are you planning to take a bath in the magma?"

Sanpang's eyes happened to meet Wei Zhiyuan's, and he was startled.

Wei Zhiyuan's mouth corners were raised to the sides unnaturally and mechanically, but there was no smile in his eyes. His dark pupils were like some kind of lifeless stone, with a layer of cold light on the surface, revealing an overflowing gloom.

He pinched a corner of the photo and deformed it.

Sanpang first felt that he was being overly nervous, but now he couldn’t help but start to think in the wrong direction - Wei Zhiyuan’s attitude... this expression, is he a brother?

Sanpang's mind tensed up, and he couldn't help but continue to test: "The girl's contact information is written on the back. Qian'er, if you are free, why don't we just go out for dinner together this weekend."

Wei Qian was unaware of this. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Doesn't Lin Qing lose his appetite when he sees me?"

Sanpang raised his head and said, "With my pagoda to suppress you, the river monster, she can eat and drink in peace."

Wei Qian shushed him, took the photo from Wei Zhiyuan, and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's talk about it later."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the house. Wei Zhiyuan turned sideways to Sanpang and let the photo be taken away by his eldest brother. Looking at Wei Qian's back, Wei Zhiyuan's eyes became obscure and unreadable for a moment.

Kim Jong-un observed this scene at close range and felt as if there was a loud bang, and his entire "three views" fell to the ground and could not be found.

After sending Sanpang away, Wei Qian took a closer look at the photo of the young girl in his hand. The girl looked very clean, quiet and unobtrusive, not too eye-catching, but not particularly beautiful either.

But it was just right - just pleasing to Wei Qian's eyes.

Wei Qian was looking at the photo, thinking hesitantly that what Sanpang said made sense. He had too many worries recently, and he should go out and relax on the weekend. It was not impossible for him to make an appointment to have dinner together... Wei Zhiyuan came in.

Wei Zhiyuan held a delicate little box in his hand: "Brother."

Wei Qian turned around.

Wei Qian sat on the chair, and Wei Zhiyuan squatted down to a position lower than him, opened the box and showed it to him: "This is a gift for you because it's your first time earning money on your own."

It was a tie that was obviously very expensive. It was the first time in Wei Qian's life that he had received a gift. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "Ah? For me?"

Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand, buttoned up Wei Qian's collar, and then put it on him personally.

His fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the exposed skin on Wei Qian's neck. The touch always felt wrong. Wei Qian had an illusion that Wei Zhiyuan's touch was not accidental, but... that boy had been deliberately stroking his neck.

Wei Qian couldn't help but frown and hide for a moment.

Wei Zhiyuan raised his face innocently: "What's wrong?"

Wei Qian looked at him for a moment, then dismissed the crazy thoughts in his mind. He felt that he was worrying about Wei Zhiyuan all day long, and he worried too much, which led to him almost having hallucinations and was full of nonsense.

Wei Zhiyuan stepped back and carefully admired his brother's beastly attire, which was full of ascetic aura, and felt his blood boiling.

He felt an irresistible urge and desire to tear off the man's clothes, and he looked at Wei Qian with almost hungry eyes.

"Brother," Wei Zhiyuan said, "Didn't you ask me today what I should do if that person doesn't accept me and gets married on his own?"

Wei Qian felt a little uneasy when he was looked at by him. The young man's gaze made him shudder so much that his hair stood on end.

"I don't know what to do either." Wei Zhiyuan smiled and continued, "But I might go crazy, right?"

After he finished speaking, he brought the fruit that he had just put aside and placed it in front of Wei Qian. He put on his gentle and considerate expression again and said to him, "Brother, eat this. It will replenish your vitamins."