CHAPTER 715: CHAPTER 710: MY REAL BIG BROTHER

Luo Cuilan did not really want to linger here, as she feared that she might inadvertently reveal Luo Zhiyong’s origin. She knew her own nature—when she became too excited during conversations, she could hardly keep her mouth shut.

Just like with Xu He’s issue, which Fang Pingying managed to pry out of her in no time.

However, when she heard that she was going to meet Luo Zhiyong, after thinking it over, she agreed.

So, when the afternoon came, Luo Zhiyong returned home from work.

Luo Zhiyong was indeed a bit surprised to see Luo Cuilan at his home. He hadn’t forgotten that this younger sister used to have quite a few complaints about him and Fang Pingying. But remembering the incident with Zhuzhu from last time, and how Fang Pingying ultimately saved Zhuzhu’s life, he felt he could come to an understanding.

Although this younger sister wasn’t overly sensible or understanding, she still recognized the importance of a life-saving grace.

Luo Zhiyong chatted with Luo Cuilan for a bit and asked about Zhuzhu’s condition, then let Luo Cuilan to sit while he went to the kitchen to help Fang Pingying cook.

However, as Luo Cuilan watched Luo Zhiyong’s back, she remembered what Zhou Yunmei had told her about Luo Zhiyong’s lineage, and without thinking, she blurted out, suddenly calling out, "Big brother, wait a moment."

Luo Zhiyong stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, "What’s the matter, is there something else?"

"It’s nothing too important," Luo Cuilan hesitated and then stuttered, "It’s just... I wanted to ask if dad has ever mentioned anything to you over the years."

After saying those words, Luo Cuilan’s gaze stayed on Luo Zhiyong. It was then she noticed, although people in the village said that the brothers Luo Zhiyong and Luo Zhiming looked alike, the resemblance was due to their similarities with Luo Dashan—for example, their tall stature and high nose bridges. However, their eyes were not very similar because Luo Zhiyong’s eyes resembled Luo Dashan’s, whereas Luo Zhiming’s resembled Zhou Yunmei’s.

Therefore, upon closer inspection, while many features of Luo Zhiyong resembled Luo Dashan, there was no hint of Zhou Yunmei in his appearance.

Luo Zhiyong, hearing Luo Cuilan ask this question, had no idea what she wanted to inquire about, and was utterly baffled, "What matter? What does it pertain to?"

"About your lineage..." Luo Cuilan, because she was gauging Luo Zhiyong and thinking about Zhou Yunmei’s words, let the words slip out. But halfway through, she corrected herself immediately, "No, I mean, have you asked dad why mom treats you and Zhiming so differently? Both of you are her sons, and you are the eldest in the family. Logically, she shouldn’t treat you this way."

Luo Cuilan’s words certainly raised some doubts in Luo Zhiyong, who had been completely unaware of these things. However, he didn’t really want to bring up Zhou Yunmei, so he just shook his head and casually said, "Let her be. Perhaps between children and parents, there’s also a need for fate. I don’t have that kind of mother-son fate with her. Since you and Zhiming are living with her, just take good care of her. If there are any problems over there that you really can’t solve, call or come directly to me, and I’ll do my best to help you resolve them."

"Thank you, big brother." Hearing Luo Zhiyong still speak in this way, without casting aside Zhou Yunmei, Luo Cuilan felt a touch more moved. She hurriedly said, "Big brother, I was really wrong before, and I will make sure to get along well with you in the future. No matter what, you are my real elder brother."

Luo Zhiyong was taken aback by Luo Cuilan’s words, which seemed problematic, but upon closer thought, he felt there was nothing wrong. After his brief moment of confusion, he chuckled and said, "Of course, I’m your real elder brother. Could there be an ’unreal’ one? Silly girl."

Although Luo Zhiyong hadn’t had much to do with Luo Cuilan since breaking ties with Zhou Yunmei’s side—mainly because Luo Cuilan tended to side with Zhou Yunmei—he was, after all, Luo Cuilan’s real elder brother. If Luo Cuilan refused to see reason, he’d be anxious but unable to change much. Yet now that Luo Cuilan was willing to mend her ways, he was happier than he could express.

He just didn’t know if it was overthinking on his part, or what, but he felt that something about Luo Cuilan’s words was off today. However, he couldn’t quite pinpoint what was strange.

After pondering over it and not coming up with anything convincing, he decided to discuss it with Fang Pingying.

When evening came and Luo Cuilan and Luo Honglan left, only their small family remained. After Fang Pingying put the little ones to sleep, she too headed back to her room to rest.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a certain shameless person sprawled on her bed. Seeing her come in, Luo Zhiyong even turned to her and threw her a flirtatious look, calling out to her, "Wife, tired, huh? Come here, let’s rest early."

Seeing the man’s expression, Fang Pingying knew all too well what he wanted. But she had decided that unless Luo Zhiyong took the initiative to propose remarrying, and got to the bottom of things on his own, she wouldn’t bother with this man.

She gave Luo Zhiyong a cold glance, saying irritably, "Luo Zhiyong, don’t even think or attempt to act indecently. Go roll out of here, now."

Luo Zhiyong laughed, knowing all too well that Fang Pingying would respond like this. He got up, grabbed Fang Pingying’s hand, pulling her to the bed, wrapping one arm around her while the other hand began to roam, all the while speaking, "Wife, last time you promised me, right? It was just because some people, oblivious to the timing, came in and disrupted us. I guarantee that at this dead hour, the children are also asleep; absolutely no one will come to disrupt us."

Fang Pingying swatted his hand away, glowering at him, "When did I promise you? Specify the time and place?"

Luo Zhiyong glanced at the bed and whispered in a seductive tone in Fang Pingying’s ear, "Right on this bed. If Yaoyao and the others hadn’t barged in, I would have smoothly obtained the pass already."

This damn man—he never knows if it’s due to frustration or what, but recently he was becoming increasingly shameless. Fang Pingying felt her face flush at his insinuating and suggestive comments, glared at him, pushed him away, stood up, and grumbled, "Luo Zhiyong, don’t forget you’re a military man. Mind your language."

Luo Zhiyong chuckled, but then he said somewhat grievously, "But I’m also a man, and at the right times, I need the nourishment of a woman."

"You’re aware it should be the appropriate time. I don’t think now is the appropriate time." Fang Pingying saw Yan Luo Zhiyong’s thick-skinned demeanor, guessing that the man probably never thought about these matters seriously. Feeling in a good mood today, she decided to kindly remind him, "And besides, Luo Zhiyong, think carefully—haven’t you been a bit inconsistent in your actions and words?"

"When?" Luo Zhiyong asked himself. Ever since the two had reunited, he genuinely hadn’t been inconsistent. And since Fang Pingying seemed quite serious, it must be a significant issue.

"Think about it yourself." Seeing his clueless expression, Fang Pingying was too lazy to continue, pointed at the door, and bellowed, "I’m counting to three; get out quickly, or go back to stay at the army barracks and don’t you dare come back."