After My Cheap Husband Faked His Death, I Ended Up Happily Ever After with His Younger Brother - Chapter 8

Pei Jiheng’s footsteps came to a halt.

He turned around, and the afternoon sunlight fell on his shoulders without reserve. The collar of his trench coat was blown slightly upward, creating an air of warmth, yet his silver-framed glasses reflected a line of cold, white light.

He stood in the early autumn breeze, tall and sharp.

Luo Huai stared for a few seconds, then put on his standard obedient smile, his eyes curving as he walked toward Pei Jiheng.

The latter watched him with an expressionless face.

“It is quite a coincidence.” His tone was indifferent.

Luo Huai trotted over to him and looked up at him: “Do you live here too, Uncle? I was just looking at houses in the neighborhood and did not expect to run into you.”

Pei Jiheng still did not answer, habitually staring at Luo Huai. It seemed casual, yet it always gave people the feeling of being seen through.

Luo Huai felt a chill in his heart, but he maintained his smile on the surface and did not evade that gaze.

“Looking for a house?” Pei Jiheng finally asked.

“Yes,” Luo Huai nodded, speaking very naturally: “I am returning to school, and Bin University is nearby, so I want to find a place to live next to the school. The South District is too far away, and it is inconvenient for early morning classes.”

Pei Jiheng listened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly; it was unclear whether he was smiling or something else.

He suddenly raised an eyebrow with interest: “Oh? Newlyweds, does your husband not take you? Letting you come to find a house by yourself?”

Luo Huai stiffened his neck and secretly gritted his teeth: “He is busy. I do not want to disturb him.”

Pei Jiheng took a step closer, the corners of his lips curling up: “Is that so? By the way, I always feel that Lin Yuhe and that brother of yours have a very close relationship. Could it be that your husband has a little boyfriend on the outside?”

“They are childhood sweethearts. It is normal for them to have a good relationship!” Luo Huai could not hold it together anymore, his tone becoming firmer.

Why was he so focused on other people’s marital relationships? It was truly frustrating.

Luo Huai had never felt unbearable because of this before, but in front of this man who seemed to see through everything, he actually felt a sense of embarrassment.

Beep beep.

A white sedan sped by. Luo Huai was standing close to the street; although he would not be hit, it did not look very safe.

As the vehicle sped past, Pei Jiheng reached out instinctively and pulled Luo Huai closer.

Caught off guard, Luo Huai’s nose buried into Pei Jiheng’s collar.

He instinctively sniffed, but there was still no scent of pheromones.

To be honest, Luo Huai even missed that sharp, intoxicating scent of fir pheromones, though he did not know when he would be able to smell it again.

The situation was somewhat delicate for a moment.

Pei Jiheng held Luo Huai’s arm, while his other hand loosely supported his waist, forming a semi-enclosing posture for a moment.

Given their complex relationship, it was still too close.

So Pei Jiheng let go immediately. The arm withdrew from Luo Huai’s wrist, and the hand supporting his waist was also retracted.

Luo Huai coughed lightly, lowered his eyes to look at his empty arm, and was speechless for a moment.

The wind passed between the two, lifting the corners of their coats.

It was a bit awkward.

“Um,” Luo Huai cleared his throat and looked up at Pei Jiheng: “Aren’t you going to take me inside for a seat, Uncle?”

Pei Jiheng looked at him indifferently.

“Why would I let you come to my house?”

Luo Huai: ” ”

He was choked by these words and opened his mouth, unable to find the words to respond.

Pei Jiheng watched his expression of secretly gritting his teeth, his lips moved, and he added: “You are a married Omega. Being so casual is not good.”

He carried the air of an elder advising a younger generation.

Luo Huai was completely speechless.

Fine, fine, fine.

Just be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you want.

I am not bitter or tired at all.

Not at all.

After that day, Luo Huai did not see Pei Jiheng for a long time.

He knew that the man must have his own important matters to attend to, so he did not proactively contact him.

But a more important reason was that Luo Huai himself had become busy. With school starting, there were many things he needed to prepare.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks of the semester had passed, military training was over, and classes had officially begun.

Luo Huai did not end up renting a villa; he shared a rental with a male student from the same school in a neighborhood near the school. The other person was a Beta with a different major and different schedule, so they rarely ran into each other at first.

Although he rented the house, Luo Huai did not live there every day. When there were no early or late classes, he would still symbolically return to the Nancheng villa, which made it easier to deal with his parents when they asked.

As for Lin Yuhe, he was noncommittal about Luo Huai’s act of renting a house outside.

However, Luo Huai thought he should be quite happy; this way, he had more time to stick with Luo Jingxi.

Speaking of Luo Jingxi, according to the old housekeeper of the Luo family, he was adopted six months after Luo Huai was lost. At that time, Luo’s mother’s emotions were extremely unstable and she appeared to be in a trance. After Luo’s father saw that Luo Jingxi looked like Luo Huai, he had no choice but to bring him home and give him the name Luo Jingxi.

That is correct; before Luo Huai was lost, he was called Xiao Xi.

Therefore, Luo Jingxi took Luo Huai’s place and enjoyed over ten years of love from the entire Luo family. Even though Luo Huai returned, they had become older children, and after so much time had passed, no one wanted to get to the bottom of things.

Just as Luo’s father said, “It is good that you are back,” as for how “good,” there might not be a standard to measure it.

But it does not matter, Luo Huai liked his current name very, very much because it was given to him by Ji Chuli.

Luo Jingxi was one year younger than Luo Huai, but because Luo Huai was two years late to university, Luo Jingxi was already a sophomore at another art school in Bin City.

So during this time, Luo Huai lived a very quiet life.

During the last class that afternoon, a sign-up sheet was started in the class group for a whole-class gathering that evening.

Luo Huai did not decline; it was good to participate in such group activities.

His classmates were all quite good. Everyone found a restaurant nearby to eat, and wine was ordered during the meal, but they were very sensible. No one forced anyone to drink; those who wanted to drink did so, and those who did not used tea instead of wine.

Luo Huai only drank two glasses of beer, neither more nor less, just enough to be on the line of “tipsy but sober.”

The dinner was coming to an end, and some students had already started to leave.

Luo Huai sat in his original seat, lost in thought, and glanced at the glass in front of him. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

He stood up to say goodbye to his classmates, took his things, and walked out of the private room before unhurriedly opening his phone to find Pei Jiheng’s WeChat and dialing it.

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

But the fact that he was willing to answer the phone made Luo Huai certain that he had already won half the battle.

The magnetic male voice on the other end reached his ears: “Hello, what is it?”

Luo Huai then heard himself use that sticky voice to speak: “Uncle, I am drunk, can you come pick me up?”

The other end of the phone was quiet for a moment.

Pei Jiheng’s voice rose after a few seconds of silence, in a tone that was neither salty nor light: “Are you not newly married? Do you not have a husband?”

Luo Huai leaned against the wall of the corridor, manipulating his tone: “I only want Uncle.”

“Do not be dramatic.” A cold hum came from the other side.

Luo Huai’s voice carried a crying tone, soft and limp: “Mm, but Lin Yuhe is ignoring me, he is with Jingxi. Uncle, all my classmates have left, and I cannot get a taxi.”

As he said this, there were still a few boys in the private room clinking glasses, and the laughter and sound of clinking glasses could be faintly heard, scaring Luo Huai into quickly covering the microphone.

It was quiet on the phone for a full half-minute.

“Wait there.”

Luo Huai smiled with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

He sent the address, leaned against the wall, and started to wait.