Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Upon hearing this, Liu Sang's first reaction was to deny it:

"What nonsense are you spouting now? What brothers! I, Liu Sang, have never had any brothers in my life!"

The child born to the stepmother does not count.

Liu Sang had always been an orphan, living a solitary life.

You don't believe me?

Wang Can scoffed and pointed to his face: "Look at yourself carefully, isn't my face obvious enough?"

"Alright, stop struggling and accept reality. We are twins, but I was taken away by the Wang family right after I was born. It's normal that you don't know me. I didn't know you before either; it was her—"

As he spoke, Wang Can tilted his head, his gaze falling on Shen Mingchao:

"When she was at the Wang family's house, in order to turn me against them, she told me that I had a younger brother and promised to bring me to see you after the deed was done. As it turned out, she kept her promise."

When Shen Mingchao was mentioned, Liu Sang's gaze shifted to him, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Seeing this, Shen Mingchao nodded to Liu Sang.

"You two are indeed twins. If you really don't believe it, you can get a DNA test done. But your brother's case is a bit special, so the results may not be accurate."

The main concern is that I might scare the doctor.

"So," she said with a subtle expression, "I don't think it's necessary to do the testing."

That's unnecessary.

The two of them looked like they were looking in a mirror.

It's so difficult to detect someone taking an exam for you.

At this point, however hard it may be to accept, it is still the truth.

Liu Sang collapsed heavily to the ground, his back hunched over. His mind was buzzing, his chaotic thoughts swirling in a jumble, and even his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

He looks like he's completely devastated.

Seeing this, Shen Mingchao felt a pang of pity, ultimately because of the flute Liu Sang had given her. She gestured to Wang Can with her eyes: "You're his brother, you should comfort him at a time like this."

To her surprise, Wang Can shrugged, his eyes full of confusion: Could a grown man like him not even handle something this simple? Did he need someone to comfort him?

Shen Mingchao was speechless. People from the Wang family really don't understand any humanistic care at all!

Too lazy to waste any more words, she put San San on the ground and kicked her directly: "Go away—"

Wang Can staggered, his face turning dark instantly.

They really don't give me any face at all.

Like chasing away dogs.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and squatted down beside Liu Sang. He raised his hand to the other's trembling shoulder, paused for a moment, and then lowered it.

"Is it really that hard to accept?"

"At least,"

"This means you still have family in this world."

Wang Can's words reached Liu Sang's ears without missing a single one, and echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Are you... a relative?

What kind of feeling is this? Liu Sang couldn't quite describe it; it was probably a mix of emotions.

But is it hard to accept?

He seemed more shocked than anything else.

But more than these things, he cared about something else.

Liu Sang abruptly raised his head, staring directly at the face that was almost identical to his own, and gritted his teeth as he questioned:

"Fine! Even if we're brothers, why are you the older brother?"

"So many years have passed, the birth certificate is long gone, why can't I be your brother?"

That's a good question.

There is indeed no evidence to prove who was born earlier.

But unfortunately, Wang Can had the truth in his hands.

Wang Can remained silent, raised his fist in mid-air, and deliberately clenched it tightly, giving a forced smile:

"Because you can't beat me, bro."

"besides,"

Wang Can had long been fed up with his younger brother being such a pushover, so since no one had taught him before, he would teach him himself.

His smile deepened, and he slowly said, "Your skills are too poor. There's nothing I can do to help you, but I'll give you a free workout."

"What do you think of this gift?"

"Are you ready to receive your brother's loving caresses?"

With the fist right in front of him, the pressure was immense. Liu Sang swallowed hard and instinctively tried to get up and run away, but Wang Can pressed him back down with his hand on his shoulder.

Since he couldn't escape, he decided to give up entirely: "What loving caresses? If you want to hit me, just say so!!!"

Wang Can nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, although his skills are a bit lacking, he's not too stupid and can understand human speech."

Liu Sang: Damn

This dramatic family reunion has now come to an end.

But what about the other person?

Since Wang Can is wearing a human skin mask, then this person named "Shen Xia" must also be fake.

When countless probing gazes seemed to fall upon him, Zhang Haixia knew that this moment had finally arrived.

He silently raised his hand, his fingertips tracing a tiny crack along the side of his face. With just a forceful pull, his true identity would be completely exposed to the light of day.

But before that, his arm was suddenly patted lightly by a cold hand.

He looked at Shen Mingchao, who then turned to look at the group of tall and imposing Zhang family members, offering them a warning out of humanitarian concern and a sense of urgency:

"Um... just a friendly reminder, you guys should... prepare yourselves mentally."

That's quite intriguing.

Zhang Qianjun, puzzled, reasonably guessed, "Is it that scary? Could he have been disfigured?"

"No, that's not it!"

Shen Mingchao denied it quickly, but a complex and indescribable expression immediately appeared on his face.

Before she could even figure out how to subtly hint at it, the Zhang family members' expressions changed visibly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flesh-colored suddenly fall at her feet.

It seems there's no need for hints anymore.

The human skin mask peels off and slips away, the false identity vanishes into thin air, and old friends separated for a hundred years reunite at this moment.

Their eyes met with perfect precision; it was a gaze that transcended time and death.

One of them had a gentle and warm expression; despite the ups and downs of life, the gentleness in his eyes remained unchanged.

The other person stood frozen in place, a tidal wave of shock washing over him the moment he saw that face. His mind was a complete blank, overwhelmed by a deluge of astonishment.

Is this... really true?

Or... was it all a dream?

Over the past century, Zhang Haiyan has had few dreams, and the probability of dreaming about the deceased is even lower.

I've dreamed about it a few times now and then, but they're just fleeting, blurry fragments.

So he often wondered if Zhang Haixia resented him and didn't want to see him in his dreams.

After waking up, he looked at the ceiling and smiled silently.

[Little Shrimp, even if you resent me, at least say a few words during this rare opportunity. Let me burn some paper money for you, okay? It's alright to be poor in life, but you can't be a poor ghost after death, can you?]

Thinking this, he got up and bought a large pile of paper money, ingots, gold bars, silver bricks... and then took a brazier and burned them in the yard.

Zhang Haike warned him to be careful, saying that if he burned down the house, he would have to pay off his salary.

Hmph, how stingy.

Unlike Zhang Haike, he wasn't stingy. As he burned the money, he thought to himself: "Shrimp boy, if you don't have enough money, just ask for more. Times have changed. The Zhang family is now very wealthy and powerful. Burning hundreds of millions is no problem for them."

Zhang Haiyan was lost in her own thoughts.

Zhang Haixia broke the silence first, shedding his disguise and revealing his original voice, clear and calm.

"Long time no see, Sea Salt."

These words were like a sudden awakening.

Zhang Haiyan gradually came to his senses. He stared at the person in front of him in silence. After an unknown amount of time, he chuckled softly for no apparent reason and uttered a statement that shocked everyone present:

"Are you short of money, so you've come to take my life?"