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Xie Shiyao, the Chairman of Yaoshi Group, has a troublesome “malevolent spirit” of a younger brother.
From the day they first met, they wanted nothing more than to destroy each other. They smashed cars to frame one another and filed mutual false accusations; no dirty trick was left unused. In the end, Lin Zhuyi used the most ruthless scheme of all, forcing Xie Shiyao to flee to the United States for four years.
They meet again at their father’s funeral.
Amidst rows of black umbrellas, Lin Zhuyi stands alone in the rain. He is dressed in a tailored black suit, and around his pale neck hangs a familiar hearing aid.
Lin Zhuyi claims he has amnesia. He says he can’t remember anyone in the world clearly except for Xie Shiyao. Looking clean and pure, he demands that Xie Shiyao take him home.
Xie Shiyao only sneers in his heart. Lin Zhuyi was born a high-IQ “bad seed”; this so-called amnesia is surely just a petty trick the brat cooked up.
The act holds until Xie Shiyao is getting intimate with someone else at his own hotel, and the door is pushed open. Lin Zhuyi appears at the doorway, his tone flat:
“Hello, I am his younger brother, Lin Zhuyi.” “My brother is he good in bed? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Xie Shiyao locks Lin Zhuyi in his house, filling the place with surveillance cameras just to find evidence that Lin Zhuyi is faking amnesia. Instead, Lin Zhuyi stands candidly before the lens. He sheds all his clothes, looks up, and smiles thinly: “Hi, Brother. Is my body beautiful?”
Xie Shiyao finally realizes that this man is willing to fake amnesia just to cling to him. It seems he wants to be much more than just a “brother.”
Sure enough, one day the play ends and the fangs are revealed. Lin Zhuyi stops faking amnesia and drops the act of the innocent youth, revealing his full aggression. On a large bed covered in golden bells, Lin Zhuyi uses his cold fingertips to stroke Xie Shiyao’s cheek, Adam’s apple, and neck.
“4 years. 1,461 days. 35,064 hours. Every day, I checked on how you were living your carefree life. How dare you forget me so completely?” “Back then, you turned me gay, abandoned me, and left without a word. Brother, I truly hate you.”
Lin Zhuyi leans in as the bells chime. He pulls off his tie to bind Xie Shiyao’s wrists and slowly removes the hearing aid from his right ear.
“Xie Shiyao, scream louder.” “I can’t hear you, Brother.” “I can’t hear a thing…”
Two years later, Lin Zhuyi returns from the UK, dressed in haute couture, a rising star in the investment world. On the red carpet of a business gala, Xie Shiyao is bathed in starlight as a minor celebrity stares at him with infatuation.
The elevator doors open, and Lin Zhuyi steps out in a high-end suit. His gaze sweeps over the celebrity sucking up to his brother. The celebrity asks curiously: “And you are…?”
Lin Zhuyi reaches out and pulls Xie Shiyao into his arms in front of everyone, resting his chin on Xie Shiyao’s shoulder.
He looks up at the celebrity, his lips curling into a smile that is both beautiful and dangerous:
“His ex-wife.”
