Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Meeting

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Mommy said that many people opt for IVF to save energy.” Jiang Jinshi pouted his cheeks and retorted angrily, “I didn’t say anything wrong. Why are you scolding me, Uncle Yanzhou?”

Jiang Yanzhou furrowed his brows slightly and warned, “Jinshi.”

Jiang Jinshi retorted, “If you scold me, I’ll scold you back!”

Mommy also taught that when scolding a man, it must be done thoroughly.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense. Lu Yang, disregarding her still-sore throat, said, “It was my own carelessness, it has nothing to do with when I was young.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, and her voice was somewhat hoarse, “Both of you, please stop arguing.”

Earlier, Lu Mingyu had just mentioned something about men’s health, and Jiang Jinshi brought up IVF for the sake of convenience. She inadvertently connected the two topics and choked.

Moreover, she felt that such topics were as common as discussing meals, colds, or fevers and didn’t require avoidance.

When patients go to the hospital, it was customary for doctors to directly ask if they have had sexual activity recently. If they shy away or feel ashamed, it only wasted time.

Jiang Jinshi glared at Jiang Yanzhou, who was still lightly patting Lu Yang’s back, and huffed, “Uncle Yanzhou, quickly remove your hands!”

Lu Yang and Jiang Yanzhou were speechless.

Lu Yang helplessly said, “I’m fine.”

Seeing her regain her usual complexion, Jiang Yanzhou removed his hand. His gaze lightly swept over his phone, and he said firmly stated, “Mommy said that you shouldn’t lay a hand on girls!”

Jiang Yanzhou was baffled.

Jiang Ruzi was really something. She taught Jiang Jinshi not to lay a hand on someone but forgot to teach him about respecting girls’ words.

At that moment, Jiang Ruzi, who was watching a fashion show, sneezed. The designer next to her asked concernedly, “Miss Jiang, are you feeling unwell?”

Jiang Ruzi placed her hand gently on her nose, composed and elegant, “No, I reckon it’s because my son misses me.”

The designer was surprised, “You’re married?”

“Not yet, who’s getting married?” Jiang Ruzi pretended to be mysterious and whispered, “My son was found on the road, free of charge.”

The designer was momentarily stunned but quickly realized and smiled, “So it was your son who was video calling with you. I thought it was your little brother. After all, Miss Jiang, you look so young and beautiful. It doesn’t seem like you’ve already married and had a child.”

Jiang Ruzi felt flattered, “Everyone says the same.”

Jiang Jinshi made a funny face at Jiang Yanzhou and said in a childish tone,

“Sister Yang, when can I see you again?”

His mean uncle secretly met his sister without taking him along.

How despicable!

Lu Yang recovered and spoke softly, “If I have time in the next few days, I’ll come and find you.”

Jiang Jinshi smiled, “Okay! Pinky promise!” Lu Yang chuckled and said, “Pinky promise.”

They chatted casually and soon ended the call.

Jiang Yanzhou took her empty cup, skillfully poured a glass of warm water, and Dlaced it back on her right side.

Lu Yang lifted her eyelids and looked over. She saw that the fingers holding the glass were slender and distinct.

Lu Yang stared for a moment before calmly averting her gaze. She put down her utensils and looked at him without looking away, “Can I take Xiaoshi out the day after tomorrow?”

“You can,” Jiang Yanzhou replied, lips curling, “Are you bringing me along?”

Lu Yang pondered for a moment, her gaze glancing over his prominent Adam’s apple, and locked onto the glass in front of her. “If you want to go, you can, but you won’t.”

“You’re so sure?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Lu Yang replied casually, “Your drama starts the day after tomorrow.”

Although the cast lineup for the drama “White Storm” had not been officially announced, it had been mentioned by the screenwriters that he would be in it.

Jiang Yanzhou stood beside her, his large and slender palm pressing on the table, very close to her hand resting on the glass. He lightly touched it, causing her to instinctively withdraw.

“Do you want to come to the set the day after tomorrow?”

Lu Yang lifted her lashes, her tea-colored eyes reflecting her own figure. It seemed that he didn’t know she could freely enter and leave the set.

“I’ll consider it,” she said.

“All right,” Jiang Yanzhou’s thin lips curled up.

After finishing their meal, Jiang Yanzhou tidied up the utensils. Lu Yang’s hand injury wasn’t severe, at least not in her eyes, but it was different in the eyes of others.

Since she wasn’t allowed to touch water, she sat on the couch, boredly scrolling through her phone.

The survival reality show had almost returned to its old format, with scripts involved but not obvious. There were also people like Zhou Moli and Lin Xinmeng bumping into each other, but the atmosphere seemed off.

As long as Lin Xinmeng didn’t harm Lu Mingyu, Lu Yang didn’t care how things played out.

Pei Yiwu was still filming the variety show, and Lu Yang had previously looked up information on her.

Pei Yiwu dared to directly scold people on various shows without fear of offending others or being targeted by negativity. There were probably two reasons for this—she had strength, and she had the backing of the Fei Group.

Just as she was thinking about this, a message from Pei Yiwu arrived.

Pei Yiwu texted: “Yangyang, how are you? Can you still use your hand?”

Lu Yang replied her: “It’s nothing serious. Don’t worry.”

Pei Yiwu answered: “I went to the hospital today to see you, but the doctor said you had left.”

Lu Yang texted: ‘We’ll definitely meet another day.”

Pei Yiwu, who was always direct, immediately texted: “When is another day? Let’s set a date. Don’t say another day today, and another day tomorrow.”

Lu Yang smiled and quickly typed: “After you are done filming the variety show?”

Pei Yiwu replied promptly: “Okay, let’s settle on that. I’ll come find you when I’m out! I will definitely come find you!”

Pei Yiwu’s profile picture was a photo of herself, with a lively expression and twinkling eyes. Her smile was sweet and extended beyond the screen.

Lu Yang was curious about what Pei Yiwu’s social media posts would be like, so she leisurely clicked on her posts.

A quick scan of Pei Yiwu’s posts revealed that they were all related to extreme sports—rock climbing, surfing, skydiving, roller coasters… Pei Yiwu’s figure appeared rarely in the photos.

There was no trace of the sweet girl, only a screen full of coolness.

Jiang Yanzhou frequently glanced at the sofa, making it impossible for Lu Yang to ignore him.

He was tall with long legs and exuded an air of noble aloofness. Just by standing there, he became a beautiful landscape.

Exiting Pei Yiwu’s page, Lu Yang clicked into her chat with Jiang Yanzhou.

Her gaze stopped on his profile picture, once again scrutinizing the photo.

In the midst of green mountains and clear waters, a flat boat drifted on the river’s surface.

Lu Yang pursed her lips, her dark eyes slightly narrowed, as a complex and indiscernible emotion surged within her.

In the café, he had already sensed that she was like a bomb, and her brother Lu Mingyu was the spark that could ignite her flame.

That’s why he grabbed her in the car and interrogated her about her brother.

Now that he knew, she wasn’t as meek and docile as she appeared on the surface, and she dared to approach step by step.

Was he truly not afraid that when the storm came, the raging river would engulf the boat into a place without light?

Everyone said she was a fraud.

Wasn’t he worried that she could play him to death?