Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!

It's true that Han Xian is not young anymore, but her face doesn't look like that of a mother to a child in his twenties.

Walking on the street, people would assume she's a woman in her early thirties.

Han Xian's bottom line is her face and age.

Qin Mei steps on both of these boundaries and still manages to display a deservedly punchable expression.

"Aunt Han doesn't look too well, has she missed her recent Collagen Mesotherapy Injection? At your age, I don't think there's a need to fuss about it anymore. The old man hasn't been well and has been conserving his energy. Even if you do make yourself look good, it would be pointless. You should know that he has the will but not the strength…"

"Qin Mei!"

Han Xian finally loses her patience, sternly interrupts him.

Her face turns dark, her gaze coldly fixed on the young man in front of her.

"Here, there, see, calling my name sounds more pleasant."

Qin Mei grins mischievously, his face an image of audacity.

"Whoa! What's all the fun about, what's the occasion today?"

Qin Ruan leans against the wall inside the room, her exquisite face filled with playful intent, twirling her car key in her finger.

When Qin Mei began teasing Han Xian, she was already there.

Seeing Han Xian about to argue with her brother, she finally made her presence felt.

Qin Mei looks in her direction.

Qin Ruan in a casual pose at the door, a familiar yet innate aura of defiance.

The irreverent and audacious attitude, isn't it exactly like his own?

Shock and disbelief captured in Qin Mei's eyes.

His sister is close by, yet she feels both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Qin Ruan's meticulously crafted face reveals a radiant smile, an air of unruly indulgence, her beautiful eyes revealing a hint of slyness.

Gone is the estrangement on her face, meeting her beaming eyes, a subtle tremble arises within Qin Mei, stirring up anticipation.

Despite the whirlpool of emotions in his heart, Qin Mei maintains his composure.

He unconsciously twiddles his fingers.

Realizing his nervous action, he puts his hands in his pockets, circling around Han Xian in a carefree manner, making his way towards Qin Ruan with a strut that suggests the world revolves around him.

Standing in front of Qin Ruan, Qin Mei flashes a roguish grin: "Ruanruan, it's been half a month since I've seen you, it's a rarity for you to be back. Has the sun rose from the west instead?"

The young man standing in front of her looks handsome, audacious, nonchalant yet irresistibly charming.

Although his eyes reveal concern when he looks at her, his words feel like they can be taken or left, making it hard to distinguish false from true.

Qin Ruan curves her lips into a smile, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Start over everything anew.

This Qin Mei, she hasn't seen him like this in a very long time.

No longer is he the desolate man from their previous life, losing his spiritual rundown, becoming an object of both pity and sorrow.

He's as he was before, the rebellious youth, all audacity, no grief, no pain.

Qin Ruan's eyes filled with mirth, she abruptly stops twirling the car key in her hand.

In the next moment, she throws the car keys towards Qin Mei.

Qin Mei, on seeing her about to throw it, his expression instantly turns into one of caution.

He could easily dodge Qin Ruan's attack.

But, he doesn't dodge, letting the car keys hit him on the chest.

He even thrusts his chest forward a bit when the keys hit him, fearing they might fall to the ground halfway.

"Ouch!"

Qin Mei lets out a wail as he catches the keys just before they hit the ground.

Holding his hit chest, he quickly steps back.

His expression changes to one of agony and betrayal, he points his trembling finger at Qin Ruan: "Ruanruan, are you trying to murder your own brother!"