Mo Yinhe’s perfect image was completely shattered by Ye Shen’s one remark, leaving no trace of its sophisticated vibe. Ye Shen, oblivious to danger, continued, "Bro, how can a man wear long johns under his dress pants? What’s more important, a man’s dignity or staying warm?"
The crucial part was that even wearing long johns under his dress pants, his brother’s long legs still exuded masculine charm. How did he manage that?
Why did he always look so frumpy when he wore long johns under his dress pants because of the cold?
Comparisons are infuriating! One can’t help but feel envious! Jealous! Hateful!
So he just had to tease him, "Bro, a real man never wears long johns under his dress pants!"
Mo Yinhe wanted to say only one word: "Scram!"
Ye Shen didn’t scram. He was worried Si Mingjing wouldn’t be able to handle his brother’s powerful, cold aura alone!
His brother was such a paragon of male virtue; he wouldn’t even show his arms to any woman other than his sister-in-law. And now Miss Si was going to stick needles into his brother’s pecs—what a perilous task!
What if his brother couldn’t bear it, even for treatment, and ended up strangling Miss Si with one hand?
Ye Shen felt he had to play the role of her protector, staying there to ensure Si Mingjing’s safety.
Si Mingjing paid no attention to the chatter, focusing solely on administering the needles.
Her hands didn’t tremble in the slightest as she performed the acupuncture, locating the acupoints along the muscle texture and inserting the needles steadily.
Ye Shen was filled with admiration for her.
Since the acupuncture would take half an hour, Ye Shen sat nearby with nothing better to do. He instinctively touched the ring phone on his ring finger, unfolded his palm to open the holographic virtual screen, and logged into Weibo to check the trending topics, wanting to see what ridiculous news was out today.
It was the end of the year, and there was always a flood of ridiculous news stories vying for a spot on the ’Most Ridiculous News of the Year’ list.
Ye Shen was browsing Weibo for amusement, but when he saw the third trending topic, he was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
The third trending topic blared: [Spotted: Mo Yinhe Shopping with a Beauty]
His brother, shopping with a beauty?
Ye Shen didn’t believe it. He clicked on the trending topic and saw a nine-grid image. There was no accompanying text, only photos.
But at that moment, who needed words? Every single photo screamed three words: Doting! Doting! Doting!
His own brother, the one with the eternally stoic, expressionless face, was actually smiling so devilishly yet tenderly in the photos???!!!
The photographer had excellent skills, zooming in to give a close-up of his brother’s eyes.
Those eyes... incredible!
It was as if his eyes held a light, and the name of that light was: You Are My One and Only!
Subconsciously, Ye Shen glanced at Mo Yinhe, who was lying on the tatami mat. He specifically focused on his brother’s gaze as he looked at Si Mingjing, comparing it to the photo. He was so shocked he shot to his feet. That was the look! Exactly the same as in the photos!
Ye Shen rubbed his eyes hard. It has to be an illusion! These photos are totally misleading!
"Bro, did you go with Miss Si to the mall to buy clothes this morning?"
"So?" Mo Yinhe’s gaze landed on Ye Shen’s face, his expression calm and cold, but beneath it, his heart was expectant.
Ye Shen immediately held out his holographic palm screen towards Mo Yinhe, his tone urgent. "What do you mean, ’so?’ You were secretly photographed! How could you go shopping for clothes with Miss Si? You never go shopping with women! Now the netizens are going crazy, speculating that you’re in a new relationship!"
Si Mingjing, who had also seen it, frowned slightly. "I was just helping Mr. Mo try on clothes. He bought those clothes for his sister."
Oh, so that’s how it is! I knew it couldn’t be true!
Ye Shen finally managed to calm his racing heart. Which paparazzi was this? Didn’t they value their life?! Daring to snap a few photos and tease his brother —weren’t they afraid of his thunderous rage?!