Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

"Then how can you guarantee that the choice he has made now is not the right one? As his brother, you can guide him appropriately, but you do not have the right to make choices for his life." Song Zechen frowned slightly, strongly disagreeing with Lian Senyu's point of view.

Lian Senyu didn't rush to speak. He first picked up the glass on the coffee table and drank a sip of water. Then he pinched the glass with his fingers and gently turned it, his eyes fixed on the glass. Then he asked another question: "Is this glass beautiful?"

Song Zechen looked at it for a moment and said frankly: "The appearance is okay, but the price doesn't seem to match Mr. Lian's status."

"But this was given to me by Yangyang. After he graduated from junior high school, he discussed with me about finding a part-time job at a store. I said it was completely unnecessary. Our family has enough money to support him, and I can even give him more than my salary." Lian Senyu's fingers loosened slightly, and he let go of the cup and leaned back, his eyes turning to the side. Talking about his brother's childhood, he always wanted to call him his brother as before. "He begged me until he was at his wit's end, but I still didn't agree. Yangyang has a simple personality and outstanding looks. He hasn't seen the dangers of the outside world, and I don't want him to do jobs that work from morning till night and don't pay a few thousand yuan. Wouldn't it be better to give the opportunity to those who need to work to make a living more?"

"I'm his older brother, so naturally I think more long-term than he does. But I didn't expect Yangyang to find a job behind my back. At the time, I was so busy with things at the company that I sometimes didn't even have time to go home, and of course I couldn't take care of him. He told me on the phone that the job was easy and how great it was, but after working for a month, the boss withheld his salary for various reasons. He burst into tears over the phone, and for the first time, I took my anger out on him and scolded my subordinates as well as him."

Lian Senyu paused for a moment, took a sip of water to clear his throat, and continued, "He hung up on me. I didn't think much of it at first, until I finished dealing with that mess that night and got home from get off work, only then did I realize he wasn't home yet."

"I still remember that night. The weather forecast said it would rain, so I went looking for a place to look for rain with an umbrella. As soon as I left the house, I ran into Yangyang. He handed me the box, and his smile made me feel like the dark clouds pressing down on me were about to be dispelled."

These days, Song Zechen rarely saw Lian Senyu, let alone heard him talk so much. However, Song Zechen listened to what he said about Lian Qingyang very carefully. At least this attitude made Lian Senyu satisfied.

His expression softened, as if lost in memories. "He was really naive. He used the several hundred dollars he'd somehow managed to get to buy me this glass, just to avoid getting me angry. Actually, I should have been afraid he'd get mad at me. And in the end, he'd have to apologize to me."

"He was still young when his parents passed away, but he was very sensible and never caused me any trouble." Lian Senyu's Adam's apple rolled, and the soft home clothes made him look less sharp, but his eyes were still sharp, shooting straight at Song Zechen, "I say this to tell you, if Yangyang has to choose between you and me, he will definitely choose me. Now that you don't have the ability to gain a foothold here, don't even think about luring him back to work for you."

Song Zechen's gaze was fixed on the upper floor, firm and affectionate. Even Qingyang's presence alone could give him endless motivation. He spoke softly, "Brother, don't worry. My feelings for Qingyang may not be as strong as yours, but our starting point is the same, which is to treat him well forever. As for material life, the assets under my name can guarantee that he will have no worries about food and clothing and be happy for the rest of his life."

Hearing this address, Lian Senyu also reacted, put the documents beside him on his legs, leaned against the back of the sofa, nodded lightly, and said in a deep voice: "You'd better be."

Lian Qingyang staggered down the stairs, rubbed his head which was still groggy from sleep, and yawned and stretched while going down the stairs.

"Brother, Song Zechen, you're all here! You're up so early." Lian Qingyang poured himself a glass of water to moisten his throat before greeting them. "What were you talking about just now? You were silent when I went downstairs."

Song Zechen looked at him with a smile in his eyes without saying anything. Lian Senyu closed the file, took a sip of water from his glass, and said casually: "Let's talk about your childhood. Why don't you sleep a little longer today? It's still early. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen to eat. The rice is warm in the pot."

Lian Qingyang touched his flat stomach and really felt a little hungry. As soon as he turned around, Song Zechen stood up and whispered to Lian Senyu: "Brother, I'll go eat with Qingyang then."

Lian Senyu frowned, waved his hand with a hint of disgust and told him to leave.

Knowing that he had barely passed Lian Senyu's test, Song Zechen's tense back finally relaxed. Although there was a biting cold wind outside, the temperature inside was as warm as spring. He now had a thin layer of sweat on his back, and he deeply felt the difficulty of meeting the parents.

*

This year, the three of them plus Aunt Qin celebrated the New Year together. In order to make it feel more involved, Lian Qingyang suggested that everyone cook a dish. As the family's favorites, Lian Senyu and Song Zechen naturally had no objection.

They had barely cooked a proper meal, but once they entered the kitchen, they were like killers. Aunt Qin was terrified by their actions. She wanted to help, but they stopped her. In the end, she still had to clean up the mess. Fortunately, they still felt guilty and helped clean up. After that, Aunt Qin never allowed these two kitchen killers to enter again.

The Spring Festival holiday is a rare long vacation for Lian Senyu in a year, so Lian Qingyang's originally planned two-person trip was ruined because of Lian Senyu's joining. Even though his brother's sad eyes were about to solidify into substance, he remained unmoved.

"Brother, we are just going to play nearby, not going abroad. Besides, Song Zechen is here, so what are you worried about?" Lian Qingyang thought about it and decided to come to the study to persuade Lian Senyu.

Lian Senyu raised his eyes from the documents and frowned, saying, "It's because of Song Zechen that I'm worried. You're still young, and I don't know what he's thinking. This matter is non-negotiable. I've booked a separate room for you, next to mine."

Lian Qingyang was choked by these words and stopped trying to persuade him, fearing that his elder brother would not let him go. He thought to himself: Actually, I am the one who wants to do something bad to Song Zechen.

After coming to this world, Song Zechen has never even kissed him on the mouth. If this continues, either he will go crazy or Xiaojiu will be tortured to death by him.

Xiaojiu, who is leisurely watching TV series: May I ask you a question?

After arriving at the hotel, Lian Qingyang took a look at the room. Well, he was indeed next to his eldest brother, but why was Song Zechen's room also next to his eldest brother?!

If he wanted to sneak into Song Zechen's room at night, he had to pass by Lian Senyu's door. His elder brother's alertness was comparable to that of a wind chime, and he would react faster than anyone else to the slightest movement. It would be strange if he was not caught by then.

This was a really depressing trip.