Chapter 1454 - 1456

Watching Zhao Xuran constantly serving Gong Ruini food at the table, handling the more troublesome ingredients for her, like fish bones and shrimp shells.

Gong Ruzhi was used to it, but Gong Jiaming and Zhao Guangran were truly surprised.

They were not unfamiliar with Zhao Xuran’s considerate manner towards Gong Ruini, which already made them not want to look.

Unexpectedly, after their trip to Japan, upon returning, they witnessed an even more surprising scene.

"Your brother?" Dai Limin knew Zhao Xuran spoiled Gong Ruini, but this time, he was shocked anew by Zhao Xuran’s behavior.

In their social circle, there were men who pampered their girlfriends, but none could match Zhao Xuran, or even go half as far.

"It’s normal." Gong Ruzhi felt embarrassed to complain, thinking that today, due to having too many people around, his brother-in-law was unusually restrained.

If there were only three people, who knows how sweet they would be.

Gong Ruzhi ate his meal resentfully, wondering when he could finally date a girlfriend.

When that day comes, Gong Ruzhi promises to show off proudly in front of this group.

However, he’s really not brave enough to show off to his sister and brother-in-law.

Their love makes everyone constantly envious.

Even though at school he is very popular with girls, Gong Ruzhi understands their true intentions.

"Wow, no way." Gong Ruzhi didn’t spell it out, but Dai Limin could see a lot from Zhao Guangran’s helpless expression.

Dai Limin patted Gong Ruzhi’s shoulder, feeling this guy really has it hard; if it were him, he wouldn’t know how to handle it.

Gong Ruzhi smiled wryly, what could he do? Should he really get into a fight?

Not to mention it’s his sister and brother-in-law; considering their strength, he wouldn’t stand a chance.

Plus, if word reached home, would there be fewer concerned calls from parents and elder brother?

It’s said that younger siblings are usually doted on by older siblings, but in his case, it feels like the opposite, impossible to be good friends.

"I understand, I really do." With older siblings excelling, Dai Limin grew up in their shadows.

Dai Limin believes that his circumstances are due to a family where everyone is successful.

They say he’s not capable, but truly, he’d like to show them his performance in Japan. If he really were that bad, would Zhao Guangran, a very pragmatic person, bring him along?

Understand? What does he understand? Gong Ruzhi showed Dai Limin a dissatisfied look, as if they were alike.

Truth is, they fundamentally aren’t alike, the difference isn’t small.

"That Ni Zi." Zhao Guangran washed his face, feeling somewhat refreshed, and asked with concern.

Zhao Guangran, by habit, always called people by nickname, but his older brother wasn’t pleased, giving him a stern look.

"Sister-in-law." Zhao Guangran felt suffocated, the transition from acknowledging her as a sister to addressing her as sister-in-law.

Being called sister-in-law was one thing, but people usually used a given name for sister-in-law. Why was he obliged to use sister-in-law, or else face sharp looks?

Ni Zi never insisted on such things; it was his older brother who cared about these formalities.

"Looks like my brother is really getting old." Zhao Guangran joked, "Why else would he care so much about my sister-in-law’s age?"

Accusing him of being old, Zhao Xuran was furious, glaring fiercely at Zhao Guangran, challenging him to keep talking.

Could Zhao Xuran’s expression scare Zhao Guangran? Of course, but circumstances mattered, like Gong Ruini being present: "Bro, fix your face, you might scare my sister-in-law."

Gong Ruini chuckled, choosing not to side with Zhao Guangran. This brat just needed some discipline.

Gong Ruini waved to Zhao Guangran, "Sorry, I think you should call me sister-in-law."

"Besides, I’m not easily frightened."

"More importantly, I don’t think Brother Xu Ran is old, but Guangran, since you went to Japan, you really seem much older."

Initially, Gong Ruini didn’t intend to say it, but someone’s skin had indeed become rather haggard.

Oh my, Zhao Guangran was scared, "How can this be?"

Zhao Guangran could barely bother teasing Gong Ruini and friends, rushing to the restroom and soon his scream was heard.

Gong Ruini picked at her ears, "Guangran’s voice is really suited for high notes."

"Right." Gong Ruzhi was also startled by Zhao Guangran’s voice, "Did Brother Guangran get serious training in Japan?"

"But Brother Guangran does look much older." Gong Ruzhi hadn’t intended to say it, worried that provoking this brother might lead to trouble.

Now that his sister directly pointed it out, he naturally followed suit.

"Men aging a bit is fine; Guangran has money."

"As long as he has money, the women are satisfied." Gong Ruini begrudgingly acknowledged, recalling the costs associated with Zhao Guangran’s breakups.

Clearly it was painful, no wonder Zhao Guangran worked so hard to earn; if not, Gong Ruini feared he might go bankrupt from breakups.

"Indeed." Gong Ruzhi agreed, "At least Brother Guangran can exercise."

"Not every girl in the States is materialistic; as long as Brother Guangran stays healthy, that’ll do."

Gong Ruzhi contemplated, "But Brother Guangran already has a small belly, there’s no hope for an eight-pack."

Initially, Gong Ruzhi wanted to raise his shirt and show Zhao Guangran what abs look like, but reconsidered.

Thinking of eight-pack abs, Gong Ruini glanced at Zhao Xuran, knowing he also exercised regularly, but still lacking abs.

Zhao Xuran was embarrassed, especially with his wife inspecting a particular area, desperately wanting to cry, bewildered why it was as such.

Despite regular workouts, why couldn’t he achieve abs?

"At least I don’t have a belly." Zhao Xuran comforted himself after long contemplation.

As for Zhao Guangran staring repeatedly at his reflection in the restroom, Zhao Xuran had long forgotten about his brother.

"Oh, you siblings." Having been plenty hurt, Zhao Guangran found the outside discussion excessively offensive.

It’s one thing to call him old, easily remedied. He had long intended to use face masks, confident that it’d be replenishing.

Why were they fixated on discussing his physique, glancing at his belly,?

Zhao Guangran desperately wished to cry; how did he acquire a belly? Merely for this bunch of heartless folks?

He must reclaim his reputation, otherwise people might question his activities in Japan.