The Big Shot and His Brothers All Love Me - Chapter 1

Lian Yuan was helping Da Qing deliver goods to the home of an elderly couple who were professors. No one was home, but after speaking through the monitor at the door, they opened it for him.

The old lady’s voice on the other end was very amiable: “Please put the things in the kitchen. There is fruit on the table, it was left for Da Qing, but it’s the same if you take it.“

Da Qing was Lian Yuan’s friend. He had a minor car accident yesterday and couldn’t make the delivery to this house.

Da Qing had taken leave from other clients, but he was familiar with this family and couldn’t bear to refuse them.

In his left hand, Lian Yuan carried a bag of specialty vegetables from the farm. In his right, a five-kilogram bag of rice. Both were high-quality items not easily found on the market.

Da Qing gave him voice instructions.

The kitchen was to the right of the entrance. The vegetables were cleaned and prepped. Put them in the refrigerator. Pour the rice into the rice box.

Lian Yuan followed each instruction.

He wasn’t a meticulous person, but having not left the house for several days, he was still in the novelty phase of being out and about, so he was currently full of patience.

Just as he finished tidying up, someone entered the house.

Lian Yuan was still wearing an apron. The apron wasn’t to protect him, but to ensure the ingredients in the fridge wouldn’t be contaminated by the floating dust on his clothes.

Hearing the sound of the electronic lock, he came out to look and was momentarily stunned.

So handsome!

It was the peak of late autumn.

The man wore a wine-red overcoat over a black turtleneck sweater. His posture was bolt upright, and his features were heroic and beautiful, yet possessed a touch of wildness. He had more presence and was better looking than the international supermodels on television.

He looked noble, and within that nobility was a certain manly masculinity.

He was handsome beyond imagination; Lian Yuan even wanted to take a photo.

But he was a lazy person, not particularly lively or outgoing. He didn’t have the courage to ask for a photo, nor the energy to sneak one.

Greeting him…

The man was half a head taller than him. He took off his overcoat and tossed it onto Lian Yuan, skipping the greeting step entirely.

The fabric of the coat looked crisp but felt extremely comfortable. Lian Yuan, whose face had been smothered by the overcoat carrying a faint scent of fragrance and wine, was a bit dazed.

The man had already sat down on the living room sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose: “Cook a bowl of noodles. Keep it light.“

His voice was deep but clear, possessing a force that seemed to seize one’s spine.

The person whose spine was being seized was Lian Yuan.

He was male, his preference was male.

He thought to himself, Does this guy take me for the housekeeper?

It was a simple matter to speak up, to say he was only there to deliver goods and then leave. Usually, Lian Yuan was too lazy to even cook for himself.

But while his legs wanted to leave, they were dragged back by his eyes.

With such a high-quality specimen, every extra glance was a bonus.

Lian Yuan went back to the kitchen. Ten minutes later, he brought out a bowl of noodles.

There were fresh noodles in the fridge. He poached an egg, tore off a few vegetable leaves to blanch in the noodle water, and put them in. It looked the part.

He took a moment to reply to Da Qing: “Not finished yet, almost.“

Lian Yuan took off the apron and hung it up before bringing the bowl over. Looking at him from a close distance, this man was even more handsome.

The cooking was worth it.

But it was only for looking, a lazy person is lazy in all aspects.

He picked up the bag of fruit sitting in the living room and headed for the door, casually tapping on the voice message Da Qing had sent back.

He forgot that he had turned the volume all the way up for convenience while working.

A rough, manly voice echoed through the living room: “Stop dilly-dallying. As expected, if you don’t go out, you’ll grow mold. With your looks, you might as well find someone to keep you and be done with it—no worries about food or drink.“

Da Qing had saved Lian Yuan’s life in the past, the two were used to talking nonsense with each other.

But the problem was…

Lian Yuan bit the bullet and glanced back.

The noble and wild handsome guy was also looking up at him. His gaze swept up and down, lingering pointedly on Lian Yuan’s face, waist, and legs.

He said nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Lian Yuan: …… “May we never meet again in the world!“

After leaving, Lian Yuan checked himself in the glass door at the entrance of the residential complex.

White sweater, brown overcoat, washed blue jeans. His legs were long and straight, his face clean and fair, and his lips were naturally red and teeth white. He wasn’t bad looking; he really looked quite qualified… to be kept?

It was just a fleeting thought.

Lian Yuan looked very gentle, but he was a cold person and too lazy to talk.

Don’t even mention serving some sugar daddy.

If someone served him, he would find it annoying.

Besides, he was just an ordinary person. He had heard all sorts of messy things online, but in reality, he had never encountered them.

They met again a week later.

Lian Yuan was currently a freelancer, writing small articles to earn money. He went out once a week for groceries and to get some fresh air.

He came out late this day, it was already dark.

Lights were glowing everywhere. In the colorful city, a bit of loneliness welled up in his heart, so he decided to go eat something good.

The hot pot restaurant he usually frequented was a bit far.

First, he bought a pair of gloves.

He didn’t know where the original pair had gone. The weather was cold, and riding a small electric scooter froze his hands.

Just as he got on the scooter, the handlebars were pressed down.

A very tall man. This time in a black overcoat with a pure black sweater underneath. Still just as handsome, still with that faint scent of wine.

It was the “May we never meet again” guy who had eaten his bowl of noodles.

Clearly, the man also had an impression of him. The look in his eyes wasn’t that of a stranger.

Lian Yuan wasn’t short himself—182 cm.

But this man looked long-limbed; he wasn’t fat, nor were his muscles bulging. Standing close, Lian Yuan found that the other man was a size larger than him in every aspect.

It was very oppressive.

Lian Yuan asked him: “Is something wrong?“

The man gripped the handlebars and remained silent for several seconds before saying: “Take me home.“

Then, he straddled the backseat of Lian Yuan’s small electric scooter.

Only later did Lian Yuan learn that Meng Fang’s few seconds of hesitation were due to his disdain for his beloved little electric scooter.

But right now, there was a huge person pressed against his back.

He called out again—no response.

A hint of wine fragrance floated in the air. Drunk again?

Lian Yuan had long forgotten where this man’s home was. He tried calling Da Qing, but two calls went through without being answered. With the biting cold wind, he had no choice but to take the man back to his own home.

It was alright; he could still walk on his own. Otherwise, Lian Yuan really couldn’t have carried him.

It was just that the hallway of the old residential complex was narrow. The two of them stumbled up to the fourth floor, leaving Lian Yuan drenched in sweat.

Eventually, the man was settled onto his own bed.

In the two-bedroom apartment, the smaller bedroom had been converted into a study by Lian Yuan. Only the master bedroom was fit for sleeping.

Lian Yuan poured half a basin of water into a foot tub and placed it by the bed. He told the man sprawled on his bed, whose eyes were sluggishly following him: “If you want to puke, puke in here. Don’t puke everywhere.“

His father used to get drunk all the time; he was used to taking care of it.

He also placed a glass of warm water on the nightstand, though he didn’t wake the man to drink it. Moving him might just shake him into vomiting.

After all the tossing and turning, he was hungry. He couldn’t wait for delivery, so he cooked a pack of instant noodles.

While eating, Da Qing called. He said his phone had dropped and turned off, and he had just fixed it. He asked Lian Yuan what was up.

Lian Yuan: “I wanted to invite you to dinner, but I’ve finished eating now.“

Da Qing breathed a sigh of relief: “I thought it was something big. I’ll treat you another day.“

Lian Yuan used to like sprawling on the bed after finishing work, playing with his phone or sleeping—those were his favorite activities.

But now there was a large living human on the bed.

He hunkered down on the sofa until twelve o’clock. Seeing that the man showed no signs of waking up, he finally went back to the bedroom.

The bed was quite big.

He didn’t want to wrong himself, so he slept on the side where the water basin wasn’t placed.

The light in the living room was left on, and the bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so that if this man woke up in the night and realized he was in a new place, he wouldn’t be frightened.

He couldn’t sleep, so he watched the handsome guy by the faint light.

He was too good-looking.

Lian Yuan had been chosen as the “School Grass” back when he was a student, but he felt his own beauty was just a simple physical appearance, very bland.

Unlike this man, who from the inside out was absolutely not from the same world as him.

After watching for a while, he couldn’t sleep.

His mind began to wander.

He wasn’t fantasizing about the person beside him, but rather, the man was young and full of vigor, which stirred up a small spark of desire regarding that kind of life.

Lian Yuan had never experienced this aspect, but he usually had to write about such things, so his theoretical knowledge was quite rich.

He wanted to find a boyfriend.

But he only had one first love in the past, and that person had left him in shambles—his home was gone, and the person wasn’t kept. If Da Qing hadn’t given him a hand, that version of him would have ceased to exist in the world long ago.

Skipping the ‘finding a boyfriend’ step was too risky.

How could you know the background of the person you were in close contact with, or if their body was healthy? There were a bunch of things to worry about.

The more he thought, the more hopeless it seemed.

He simply got up and took a shower. His internal fire died down, and he fell into a dazed sleep.

In the middle of the night, Lian Yuan was awakened by a “clatter” and “bang.”

Lian Yuan was startled. After regaining his senses and remembering he had brought someone home, he guessed the handsome drunkard had stepped into the water basin. He reached out and clicked on the light.

The light turned on, and its glare made him raise a hand to shield his face.

He was wearing blue and white cotton pajamas. Two buttons were left undone. His neck, head, and face glowed like fine porcelain under the light. His eyebrows were long and neat, and his lip color was a pale pink.

He looked very tender and very beautiful.

One of Meng Fang’s feet was wet, as were his pants. He had only taken off his overcoat; his sweater and pants were somewhat wrinkled, but standing there, he was still exceptionally stylish.

He suited black well. His whole person had a heavy, condensed sense of power.

Especially around the waist—the sweater wasn’t very tight-fitting, but his waist narrowed down sharply. With broad shoulders and long legs, he was a standard inverted triangle.

At two in the morning, the two looked at each other.

Lian Yuan leaned against the headboard to steady himself while explaining what had happened.

He wasn’t a housekeeper; he had only helped deliver goods. He didn’t remember where Meng Fang’s house was, so he brought him back.

Finally, he remembered to state his name: “Lian Yuan. ‘Lian’ as in ‘Lianliankan’ (Match Ten), ‘Yuan’ as in ‘Yuanyang’ (Mandarin Duck).”

The man stared at his porcelain-white neck: “Meng Fang.”

Later, Lian Yuan got out of bed to clean up the basin and mop the floor. Meng Fang went to take a shower.

The silent late night suddenly became bustling.

When Lian Yuan turned around after mopping, he saw a giant male model standing behind him. There was only a bath towel around his waist. A few droplets of water still hung on his beautifully shaped pectoral muscles, and further down was a set of well-defined abdominal muscles.

The bath towel was new, a ‘buy one get one free’ deal.

When Lian Yuan used it, it was just a towel, but on someone else, the scene suddenly became very un-describable.

He politely averted his gaze.

This man’s aura was too strong. Lian Yuan’s avoidance was out of politeness, but also a subconscious trepidation.

It was right to be wary, Meng Fang had his eyes on him.

Fostering?

He had never thought about dating, but his family was directly pushing for marriage.

He could ignore it, but he had indeed reached the age where he should have someone by his side, just to avoid constant speculation about whether something was wrong with him.

He made up his mind in two or three seconds.

Perhaps his mindset had just reached that point, or perhaps Lian Yuan in his loose pajamas looked like a soft cloud that made one want to give it a squeeze.

He asked: “Single?”

Lian Yuan: …… “Yeah, why?”

Meng Fang didn’t answer Lian Yuan. He stepped closer and took the mop out of the other man’s hand, setting it aside.

He did this with the same vibe as someone putting away a weapon—a hard-to-describe intensity.

He leaned in closer: “You like me?”

If Lian Yuan had only one layer of thought, Meng Fang had a hundred schemes and depths. It was easy for him to see Lian Yuan’s like and appreciation for him.

Even if that appreciation was based only on physical appearance, it was enough.

Lian Yuan’s breathing was no longer smooth. He wasn’t used to being so close to someone, so he pushed the man away.

Meng Fang followed Lian Yuan’s strength and took a step back, but he was too tall. The living room light was behind him, and his shadow enveloped Lian Yuan.

He said slowly: “About today, thank you.”

The topic jumped too fast; Lian Yuan didn’t react in time.

Meng Fang: “Five hundred thousand?”

Lian Yuan, whose brain cells were still researching the three words “You like me?” raised a hand to signal him to wait. He didn’t understand.

Meng Fang: “One million.”

As the words fell, he directly grabbed Lian Yuan’s hand and placed it on the section of skin just above his bath towel: “Tonight, you can touch however you want.”

No need to be like a kitten watching a fish it can’t eat.