Chapter 1405 - 1402: An Angel’s Beautiful Appearance

Chapter 1405: Chapter 1402: An Angel’s Beautiful Appearance

With the angelic beauty, yet possessing a devilish indulgence, the deep, magnetic voice floated in the air with a gloomy tone, "So, it’s just lip service!"

As soon as the words fell. A trace of struggle flashed in Qiao Muyun’s dark green pupils.

"It’s not like that." Qiao Muyun attempted to correct him, but his voice also carried an inexplicable vagueness. Why is it like this...

Since words fail, silence is the only option. The air was quiet, rippling with a breeze-like coolness, tightly enveloping the two in this dimly lit executive office.

No one responded again, letting time pass swiftly. After a while, the deep magnetic voice floated in the air once more.

"Actually...the old man was very unfair to you. It was his mistake not to acknowledge you. Do you hate him..." Qiao Junlie said casually, while holding a wine glass, elegantly swirling it, sipping slowly, as if his mood ebbed and flowed with the wine in the glass.

Why is he bringing up the past... Qiao Junlie... brother, why are you so cruel?

For a long time. A slight bitterness flashed across the handsome face. But, he quickly controlled his expression.

"I don’t hate him," Qiao Muyun said calmly.

Qiao Junlie seemed not to hear, continuing to lose himself in his own thoughts.

"I was also unfair to you, not recognizing you was my fault. Do you hate me?" Qiao Junlie asked, as if just chatting. His voice calm, not revealing much emotion.

Qiao Muyun paused again, completely unprepared for Qiao Junlie’s question. He’s really strange today. Hard to figure out, yes, it’s too difficult to understand his brother’s mind, how much does he comprehend and when. Although they are brothers, the overly complicated family relationship hasn’t brought them closer; their relationship is not intimate.

"...I don’t hate you either," Qiao Muyun answered truthfully. His words were sincere, revealing genuine feelings.

Qiao Junlie smiled coldly. A sense of endless intoxication and subdued suffocation emanated.

"Why?" Qiao Junlie asked elegantly, smiling all the while, as if he could imagine the other’s answer. As Qiao Muyun was about to answer at Cundu Gully, he interrupted, "Don’t tell me it’s just because we share a bit of blood. That’s not why you can’t hate."

Qiao Junlie’s words seemed to hit Qiao Muyun’s heart. His dark green eyes darkened suddenly.

"Yes." Qiao Muyun answered, but immediately sensed something was off, quickly adding, "In this world, there is no such thing as fairness or unfairness. Whether it’s father or you, I have never hated." He paused, stepped forward, approaching Qiao Junlie, placing one hand on his shoulder, softly said, "Qiao Junlie, why let hatred blind the eyes between family... No matter how you treat me, I won’t blame you. And whether you believe it or not... you are always the most respected person in Qiao Muyun’s heart."

These heartfelt words sounded true and earnest, but to the other, they were merely emotional and appealing.

Qiao Junlie’s glass was empty again, Qiao Muyun slowly refilled it, as the liquid flowed, when the large glass was halfway, he intended to stop, "Fill it up!" Qiao Junlie commanded, Qiao Muyun paused, then readily filled his glass.

Qiao Junlie picked up the glass filled with France’s (DeLuze) Pigalle’s wine, tilted his face towards Qiao Muyun, and drank over half in one go, then held it up, gazing through the clear liquid, at Qiao Muyun’s slender and handsome face.

Perhaps drinking a lot, as the alcohol surged up, Qiao Junlie’s beautiful face flushed slightly, emitting a mischievous smile, his slender hand holding the wine glass he had drunk from, the next second, he extended it towards Qiao Muyun.

"Come, drink the rest." Qiao Junlie’s deep magnetic voice rippled in the air.

Dizzy, this...

Qiao Muyun’s dark green eyes revealed confusion.

"Qiao Junlie, you’re drunk. Let me help you rest." Qiao Muyun said calmly, realizing today was a wasted trip, Qiao Junlie was in no condition to listen to anything, his earlier expressions evidently wasted, the other wouldn’t care. Forget it, in that case, he’ll wait until tomorrow when he’s sober and arrange to talk again.

Qiao Junlie continued smiling.

"Aren’t I your most respected person? Aren’t I your dearest? Why don’t you listen to me, I ask you to drink, but you won’t, what was your earlier talk worth? Deceiving my feelings, huh?!" Qiao Junlie’s voice was mocking and intense. His blue eyes regarded the other mockingly, as if hints of anger were gradually spreading and burning.

Qiao Junlie’s provocative words hit Qiao Muyun’s weak spot, why doesn’t he trust me even now?

Qiao Muyun met his gaze, hesitated for a second, then stopped speaking, grabbed the glass from his hand, raised it to his lips, tilted his head, and gulped it down.

"Clang!" He heavily placed the empty glass on the black marble bar counter.

Looking at that crystalline empty glass on the bar counter, confusion grew in Qiao Junlie’s eyes...

"...Why..." Qiao Junlie inadvertently murmured, as if the voice came not from his mouth but from the depths of his being.

Seeing Qiao Junlie’s forlorn expression, he was momentarily unable to adapt.

"What?" Qiao Muyun was puzzled. Didn’t he ask me to drink it? I did. Is there something wrong with that? Or... I shouldn’t have drunk that glass...

Unfortunately, when Qiao Muyun realized, it was already too late. He clearly saw that Qiao Junlie’s state had become somewhat abnormal, no, actually somewhat unstable.

"Good...good...truly good brothers...good brothers..." The sarcastic words slowly slipped from the sensual curve of his lips. His handsome face still smiling, he kept smiling, just kept smiling. In this spacious office, in this space with only the two of them, a sense of ghostly foreboding pervaded.

Suddenly, Qiao Junlie grabbed the glass, spun around, and smashed it hard, it zipped past Qiao Muyun’s front, near enough to almost graze his ear. "Bang—" It shattered against the opposite wall, glass shards scattered on the ground...

Qiao Muyun’s vision blurred, before he could grasp what was happening, Qiao Junlie charged forward at great speed, the opponent’s momentum was overwhelming, Qiao Muyun had to retreat quickly, his back hit against what seemed like a column, and Qiao Junlie’s pressing body suddenly leaned forward...

Ugh, what is he going to do, is he going to hug me? Oh my!