Chapter 14.1

“… Brother.”

Qiao Yang held the phone in his hand, he obviously turned the volume to the max. Fearing thatQiao Zhen could not hear it, he lifted it up higher.

However, Qiao Zhen’s next sentence thoroughly made him cold from head to toe.

“Are you joking with me, turn it off!”

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Qiao Yang stared at him with wide eyes.

Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, he tapped his finger on the documents on the table and questioned, “Do you dare to say that you didn’t make this document? I’m still going to say the same thing ‒ if you want it, come and get it with your own ability. But you set me up by using such false data and shady methods? Lan San, you want something but at the same time you harm something that was more important than profit.”

Qiao Zhen looked at him in disappointment, “This is the principle that you will never understand.”

And Qiao Yang felt an indescribable sense of disappointment to the point of wanting to cry.

It was obvious that the resemblance was so much that even the voice was exactly the same, but nevertheless, the soul was of a different person.

He was not Qiao Sheng.

Not big brother.

He tried his best to calm down his emotions and turned off his phone.

Facing Qiao Zhen’s disappointment and angry questioning, Qiao Yang swallowed a mouthful of his hot emotions and answered him:

“It was me who made it, but I didn’t want to impeach you at the meeting. Also, I’m not the same person I used to be, whether you believe it or not.” Qiao Yang took a deep breath and continued to say, “Moreover, how did this document, which only exists in my USB drive, come to be in big brother’s hands? Big brother had better go and find out who deliberately wants to stir up the relationship between us brothers.”

Qiao Zhen stared into his eyes, trying to find deceit in them, but there was none. When Qiao Yang said those few words, his voice was soft and relaxed, his expression was tranquil and calm, and his eyes were bright and undisturbed. He faced his (QZ) questioning without haste or impatient, as if it had nothing to do with him at all. However, he could not trust him easily. He had seen everything Qiao Yang had done during this period of time. He was angry in his heart.

The father was always mindful of the father-son relationships that he forgave and indulged Lao San.

Lao Er had always thought of the big picture, peace was the most important thing, so he tolerated Lao San repeatedly.

But Lao San was greedy and rash. His foolish behavior had let down his family’s expectations time and time again.

As the eldest son of the Qiao family, Qiao Zhen shouldered the heavy burden for the Qiao family as well as the Qiao Est. He absolutely could not allow the Qiao family to be destroyed by Lao San’s hands.

Qiao Zhen looked at Qiao Yang for a long time, and he gave him another warning in his deep and low voice, “This is the last time, don’t let me catch you in the future. Otherwise I won’t even consider one iota of brotherly love.”

After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang directly slumped into the chair.

With such a big hope, the disappointment would be overwhelming.

For a while, he felt beaten to the core ‒ from head to toes. The identity the Qiao family gave him, including this body, all of it didn’t belong to him.

He remained alone.

He arranged the work for Liu Wen and deputy manager Li Songran, and then he drove his car to the Night Charm (bar).

Night Charm in the afternoon was very cold and deserted.1 He was its sole customer on the third floor of the bar.

He asked for a bottle of brandy, then he leaned forward against the bar’s counter to sip it slowly, swallowing a mouthful of the bitter, astringent and spicy taste, pushing down the loneliness a sense of loss in his heart.

The phone was still playing that melody as he let his thoughts wander. Occasionally he would have an inspiration, then he would just casually write a few words of lyrics.

He didn’t know how long had passed, a very cautious voice sounded next to him, “Young Master Qiao, you-, why are you here?”

Qiao Yang turned his head and saw that there was a boy with a clean and fresh look wearing a crescent moon-colored sweater and casual jeans standing beside him.

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Qiao Yang thought for a moment and asked, ” … Mo Yu?”

Mo Yu repeatedly nodded, “Yes, it’s me.”

At the same time, he felt slightly disappointed in his heart. Seeing Young Master Qiao’s expression, it seemed that he had already forgotten him.

Qiao Yang lifted up his wine glass, his voice lazy because of his depressed mood, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

Fearing that Qiao Yang would think he was here to play, Mo Yu quickly explained, “I’m a resident singer here, I came here three days a week.”

When he saw that Qiao Yang did not speak, he continued to explain, ” … just to earn some college living expenses, I usually also do not come to this kind of place … ”

“A resident singer?”

Qiao Yang laughed softly then asked, “What songs do you sing?”

His smile was very gentle and soft, and because he had been drinking wine, his eyes seemed to be carrying a kind of intoxicated look that was hard to decipher.

The long and languid figure leaned on the black bar counter. The black wooden wine rack behind him served as the background setting off a contrast, the handsome and leisure man with a noble air was as beautiful as an illusion.

Mo Yu stared at him in awe then quickly replied in a panic after returning to his senses, “Just sing some current popular songs and sometimes I also sing the songs requested by the guests. Do you-, do you have a song you want to listen to? I’ll sing it for you.” His voice was getting smaller and smaller, and his face was slightly burning hot.

1 Lonely.