Chapter 278: Chapter 150 Where Did Your Assist Go?_2 Chapter 278: Chapter 150 Where Did Your Assist Go?_2 These two people.

Really.

Jiang Jianqing felt his eyes inexplicably moistening.

As he got older, there were fewer and fewer sincere people around him; only one or two friends who could still talk remained, each busy with their own careers and with little time for emotional exchanges.

At home, his wife and he had a contract marriage and thus lacked deep feelings. If it hadn’t been to avoid an arranged marriage, he wouldn’t have been so eager to get married. Most evenings he spent alone, with no one to listen to his feelings of loneliness and suffering.

He always thought that the five or six-year age difference between him and his brother meant a certain generation gap. His brother usually didn’t chat with him, only bringing gifts back from his travels. He had never expected his brother to care so much about their relationship.

A middle-aged man’s tears come so easily.

Just a little bit of care can make them overflow.

He wasn’t superfluous after all.

With moist eyes, Jiang Jianqing smiled contentedly, “Don’t fight over me like this, I can take turns sitting with both of you. Don’t let me be the reason for any hard feelings.”

It was so nice—his own brother and close friend both loved him so much. It was just a meeting, and yet they were squabbling to sit beside him.

Yun Yuwan looked down at her phone, smiling silently to herself.

Finally, Jiang Yingyu could no longer hold back and, pretending to be casual, asked, “Yuwan, what do you think?”

Wen Yangzhi also slightly turned to look at Yun Yuwan, revealing her face. Jiang Jianqing thought it’s good—he couldn’t make the decision, so why not let someone who had always been out of the loop make it.

Yun Yuwan raised her phone, “I’ve invited a couple of friends over, so I can give up my seat. You both can sit with Jianqing.”

Wen Yangzhi, who thought he had the situation under control: “?”

Jiang Yingyu’s smile froze.

And Jiang Jianqing looked at her with gratitude.

She stood up and walked over to the seats in the back, where the Zhu sisters waved at her gently.

Thus, the three men could only watch helplessly as the Zhu sisters took their seats on either side of Yun Yuwan.

Wen Yangzhi, with his efforts thwarted, was expressionless.

Jiang Yingyu laughed at his own foolish behavior, helplessly raising a self-deprecating smile, “…”

Seeing Yun Yuwan, who had remained an outsider, leave, Jiang Jianqing quickly took the middle seat at the booth, leaving a spot on either side and looked at the two men expectantly, “Come sit.”

But for some reason, neither of them moved. After a while, with solemn expressions, they begrudgingly took their places on either side of Jiang Jianqing.

Jiang Jianqing, overwhelmed with emotion, didn’t notice their reluctance and patted each brother’s knee to comfort and convey closeness.

Wen Yangzhi: “…take your hand off.”

Jiang Yingyu: “…”

Eventually, after the summit concluded, the two men stiffly shifted.

Still enveloped in his touched feelings, Jiang Jianqing asked, “How about we have lunch together?”

Wen Yangzhi wanted to decline, but seeing Yun Yuwan stand up, he asked, “Yuwan, will you join us?”

He glanced surreptitiously at Jiang Jianqing.

Understanding immediately, as good brothers do, Jiang Jianqing immediately said, “Yuwan, it’s been a long time. Let’s have a meal together.”

Yun Yuwan’s voice was mature, but playfully teasing at the end, “But I’ve already promised Qing’an and Nongzhang, you know.”

Just for a moment, Wen Yangzhi felt a familiar sense of nostalgia, as if she was still in his arms.

Jiang Yingyu, throwing caution to the wind, said, “Then why not all together? It’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone due to the firm’s expansion and being abroad.”

Before Yun Yuwan could reply, the blissfully ignorant Zhu Qing’an agreed in a friendly manner, “Sure.”

Anyway, we all know each other, so it doesn’t matter.

Jiang Yingyu’s gaze fixed on Yun Yuwan, “Millie, what do you say?”

Whether it was the presence of strangers, or her good mood from watching the fun, her eyes sparkled with a smile, “I’m okay with anything.”

Zhu Qing’an and Zhu Nongzhang exchanged glances.

Probably mesmerized by Wen Yangzhi.

Yun Yuwan directly drove the sports car, taking the two Zhu sisters with her.

The three men sat in a limousine as silent as pallbearers climbing a mountain.

…

Only Jiang Jianqing looked around cheerfully, first at Jiang Yingyu, then at Wen Yangzhi.

He put his hands on theirs, enjoying the happiness of togetherness for a moment.

How wonderful.

His two good brothers.

But unexpected to them, after arriving at the restaurant, Jiang Yingyu ran into an acquaintance.

It was Luo Shifeng, Jiang Yingyu’s former Indian-English roommate from London, who was victimized by Yun Yuwan’s out-of-date snail noodles to the point of diarrhea, yet couldn’t forget the experience.

Jiang Yingyu exchanged high fives with him, and so did Jiang Jianqing.

Unexpectedly, Luo Shifeng also remembered Yun Yuwan and came over to high-five her, “Millie, long time no see!”

“Long time no see, I wonder if your helicopter flying skills have improved?” Yun Yuwan extended her hand and lightly clapped it against his.

Luo Shifeng affirmed confidently, “Of course, now I can fly a helicopter so well that you guys can play poker on my helicopter.”

She laughed.

The last time, the helicopter ride with the snail noodles was quite shaky.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Nongzhang also knew the ‘Snail Noodle Bro.’

What was supposed to be a six-person dinner turned into seven.

Luo Shifeng was the only outsider who knew about Yun Yuwan and Jiang Yingyu’s affair.

He heard that Yingyu managed to win Millie over with difficulty, and after being together for a month, Millie didn’t like his warm and considerate manner towards every girl, so Yingyu voluntarily cut off those connections.

Yet, during that month, Millie felt it unfair that he had severed all ties with his female friends for her, as it was a constraint on his real life, and he shouldn’t miss out on social gatherings just because of female presence, so she suggested they break up.

In fact, Luo Shifeng felt it was a pity; Yingyu was willing, he had never seen Yingyu so wrapped up in a girl’s every move to this extent, so obedient, even willing to cut off most of his social ties.

The dishes hadn’t even been served when he suddenly said on purpose, “Chuck, there is something on your face.”

Jiang Yingyu wiped his face, but Luo Shifeng intentionally said, “Let Millie wipe it for you, you can’t see it.”

Jiang Yingyu was seated to the left of Yun Yuwan, who looked but couldn’t see anything.

Wen Yangzhi, who was on her right, suddenly stood up, walked over to Jiang Yingyu, held his face, and rubbed his cheek with the calloused pad of his finger.

Jiang Yingyu looked at Wen Yangzhi somewhat dumbfounded.

Wen Yangzhi kept a straight face, wiping it clean, and spoke in a low voice,

“There, it’s gone.”

Jiang Yingyu was silent for a moment before saying, “Thank you.”

Wen Yangzhi’s face remained tense, his voice low and warm, “No need, it’s what I should do.”