Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

In fact, when Li Cu saw the first post on WeChat Moments, he wanted to rush to Shen Mingchao's doorstep that very night.

Regardless of his own intentions, as Shen Mingchao's brother, he also had an innate sense of aversion to this "boyfriend" of unknown origin.

If his mother hadn't noticed his unusual state and stopped him in time, he wouldn't have remained completely still.

His mother earnestly advised him that even if he was unwilling, he shouldn't openly act as the bad guy and ruin other people's relationship, as that would only backfire.

He thought about it and realized it made some sense.

The sudden appearance of someone like this is definitely suspicious. With so many people in the group, there are bound to be a few who can't hold back. Let them be the villains first.

He will wait and see for now.

as predicted.

There are many different opinions about this in the group.

One thing is certain: most people are skeptical, and quite a few have gone to test the waters.

While he was extremely anxious and waiting for feedback from those people, his sister unexpectedly got an even bigger one!

I didn't understand the first one, so why is there another one?

Is this correct? Is this reasonable?

Li Chu felt his worldview was being violently challenged, and he immediately booked the earliest available flight.

What are you waiting for?

To hell with patience!

If we don't go now, who knows what kind of trouble his amazing sister will cause next?

In the empty corridor, Li Cu sent the message in a particularly light tone, but typed with great force.

He was trying hard to control his emotions.

His mother was right about one thing: he couldn't openly act like a villain. If he really went crazy and didn't care about anything, he would only annoy others.

Shortly after he sent the message about the flower cakes, the tightly closed door in front of him finally clicked open.

He reflexively looked up, and what came into view was a face he would never forget.

Of course, "unforgettable" is a derogatory term.

On many sleepless nights, he stared intently at the man in the photo, his mind filled with hatred, his eyes almost bloodshot with rage.

It was him, this guy, who stole his sister.

Their intimacy made him harbor even darker thoughts.

...I really want to cut off that hand that's resting on his sister's shoulder in the photo.

...I really want to punch him in the face.

When he woke up the next day, he immediately went to the print shop and printed out the photos from his WeChat Moments. He even printed several copies.

Back in his dorm, he used scissors to cut the extra man piece by piece into pieces.

This was probably a way for him to vent his emotions.

His college roommate witnessed this scene and couldn't help but exclaim: "Men who can't have the love they want are truly terrifying."

He couldn't help but glare at the other person.

Now this person is standing right in front of him, looking all high and mighty at his sister's door, opening the door for him as if he were the "host."

That pent-up hatred seemed to have returned.

Reason finally snapped completely when the other person greeted him with a broad smile and called him "brother-in-law."

What an irritating smile, what a jarring name.

"Brother-in-law?"

Li Cu gritted his teeth and repeated each word slowly and deliberately, a nameless fire rising in his chest that he could not suppress.

He clenched his fists, no longer able to think of anything. Rage overwhelmed his reason, and he threw a punch straight at the man's deserving cheek.

Unfortunately, the man reacted quickly, turning to the side to avoid his attack, and then suddenly took a step back, creating some distance between them.

Zhang Haixia's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even seem to be out of breath.

Are three words enough to make someone so angry that they resort to violence?

They are definitely much more interesting than those old folks.

So he pressed his advantage and continued to provoke the opponent relentlessly in their minefield.

"Brother-in-law, you certainly have a fiery temper. This way of meeting you is quite unique."

He then turned to Shen Mingchao, his tone slightly downcast: "Chaochao, does your brother-in-law have some kind of problem with me?"

Shen Mingchao: You're putting on an act again, darling. Your brother-in-law is even showing up. Guess how much Li Chu dislikes you? Why don't you turn around and take a look? Li Chu's eyes look like he wants to tear you to pieces, darling.

Shen Mingchao didn't respond, but Li Cu said in a deep voice, "Yes, they have a lot of opinions!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another heavy punch landed.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out again.

Li Cu's skills were no match for Zhang Haixia's. He didn't even need to turn around; his sense of danger was enough to easily dodge Li Cu's punches.

On the contrary, Li Chu staggered because he missed his swing.

"Pfft—hahahahaha"

At the same time, a series of jeers suddenly rang out.

It was Wang Can who had been watching the show for a long time.

Although he had suffered many losses under Zhang Haixia, he felt a sense of satisfaction watching others get humiliated.

The laughter quickly made Li Chu realize that there was another man in the room, who was also the trigger for his impulsive act.

What's his name, Shen Can?

Oh.

He truly loathed the character "灿" (can), why should it share the same surname as his sister?

Following the sound, Li Cu raised an eyebrow sharply.

Not only the word "chan," but the man's gaze also evoked an unprecedented sense of disgust in him, to the point that he could even ignore the striking face.

How annoying.

It felt like ten thousand ants were crawling all over me.

A cold glint flashed in Li Cu's eyes. Compared to this person, he actually found that Shen Xia quite pleasing to the eye.

This inexplicable dislike was just like how he used to hate the Wang family.

The moment their eyes met, they both had the same thought: there was bound to be a battle between them, a battle to the death.

They are natural enemies.

but not now.

Li Chu still retained a sliver of rationality. He knew the purpose of his trip and the person he should truly care about. In front of Shen Mingchao, everything else could be put aside.

So he looked away.

When his gaze fell on Shen Mingchao, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Who's that on the sofa?

Qi Qiu? What's this guy doing here?

No, why is he shamelessly grabbing Shen Mingchao's hand?

and many more! ! ! !

What did he see?!

He watched as the fabric covering the other person's concealed area slowly rose into a semi-circular arc.

He was a grown man and had a deep understanding of Shen Mingchao's abilities, so he realized what had happened in an instant.

Put aside your social media posts and your brotherhood for now; this is the most important thing.

With a gloomy face, Li Chu ran over quickly and pulled the two people apart.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Shen Mingchao was turned around abruptly, looking completely bewildered.

"It's nothing." As soon as he finished speaking, Li Chu's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the fist that hadn't landed before finally found a place to be used.

One punch, and the dream is shattered.

The person, who had been unconscious for three hours, felt the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces under this merciless fist, and then let out a shocking scream.