It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

Her moist, slightly red lips curved into a slight smile as she uttered words that were perhaps meant to comfort her: "Don't worry too much. Two bedrooms have been prepared in this house for resting, a master bedroom and a guest room."

"Yes, there are also guest rooms."

Mitchell had also thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Then there's no need to worry. Although I can't go back to the hotel, I can rest alone in the room."

Li Cheng glared at him angrily.

Don't worry about it! What do you mean by sleeping alone in the guest room? Do you subconsciously think I'd sleep in the same bed as Lavoisier? Do you know what happens when two hot-blooded young people sleep in the same bed?

Moreover, Lavoisier was unusually proactive today. If we sleep together again, not only will I encounter resistance if I try anything physical, but I might even be seduced by his subtle movements! How could things possibly go smoothly?

Despite his worries, Li Cheng did not despair because of this small predicament. Instead, he calmly thought about it and had a flash of inspiration, saying, "Indeed, there is no need to worry—because this kind of sudden rain is usually a shower, which comes and goes quickly."

"Huh, is that so?"

Lavoisier looked at Li Cheng with some surprise. She usually focused her energy on research and experiments, rarely paid attention to the weather, and had never summarized any related patterns.

"Yes."

Li Cheng nodded very firmly, he had great confidence in his judgment.

After all, people are willing to believe what they believe.

Just as they finished exchanging those few words, the torrential rain outside actually began to gradually subside. Although it was still pattering, it was clearly like a man after a powerful eruption, his momentum waning, showing signs of subsiding.

Li Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Mitchell's spirits lifted at the sight—he didn't want to stay in the room any longer and be an unwanted person; it was really embarrassing.

Only Lavoisier showed a somber expression, a sense of loss and regret welling up inside him, reluctant to part ways.

"What Principal Li Cheng said makes a lot of sense."

However, Mitchell wasn't content to wait for the rain to stop. He laughed and defended himself, saying, "Actually, I was just about to say that too. Based on my years of experience, these kinds of showers don't last long and won't keep you trapped at all..."

wow——

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rain, which had been gradually weakening, suddenly intensified. Although it was not as powerful as the initial sound of rain pounding through the roof, it sounded much stronger and seemed to last for a long time.

They probably replaced him with a young, energetic guy, who's got a lot of stamina and staying power.

Li Cheng stared in disbelief, while Lavoisier was both surprised and delighted... Faced with similar shocked looks from the two, Mitchell attempted a final plea: "Wait a little longer, it'll stop soon, it can't possibly rain until tomorrow..."

Stop breastfeeding!

Please!

Li Cheng said, his heart filled with immense pain.

If he could, he really wanted to go back three minutes and find a rag to stuff into Mitchell's lousy mouth.

"It seems we'll have to rest here for the night."

Lavoisier said this with a hint of regret, then glanced at Li Cheng with a shy expression before walking lightly toward the kitchen: "You two continue catching up, I'll go prepare tonight's dinner."

She no longer cares about Li Cheng catching up with Mitchell.

Anyway, we have plenty of time in the evening, so we can chat at our leisure.

It's okay if we chat until dawn; the bed in the master bedroom is quite large, so we can rest as soon as we get tired.

It's over, it's all over—

Watching Lavoisier's triumphant departure, Li Cheng slumped back onto the sofa, utterly exhausted.

Logically speaking, being able to stay overnight at a pretty girl's house should be a very happy thing.

But his win-win plan has only just begun. As long as he prepares tonight, he can lay his cards on the table tomorrow and flirt with his 'girlfriend' in front of Lavoisier. You'd better see the truth.

And today, of all people, we ran into Mitchell, who's known for his jinxing, and he somehow managed to bring about a torrential downpour.

Damn it!

Li Cheng glared angrily at Mitchell, but this "poisonous milk king" seemed to have no remorse for being the culprit. He seemed to have given up resisting and felt that staying for one night was no big deal.

He plopped back down on the sofa, peeled an orange, and ate it as he spoke, "Principal Li Cheng, I'm very interested in the hydroponics you mentioned earlier. Could you elaborate...?"

"No."

Li Cheng refused with a stern face.

What a joke! You really think I enjoy talking about bonsai? I was trying so hard to find topics to avoid awkward conversations. If I had known you were so good at sweet-talking, I would have written my name backwards if I had talked to you for even one more word!

Faced with Li Cheng's sudden coldness, Mitchell scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "Uh, what's wrong?"

What's wrong? You actually have the nerve to ask what's wrong? You've been feeding me so much, trying to pretend nothing happened, haven't you?

Li Cheng chuckled and didn't want to pay him any attention.

But at that moment, Li Cheng suddenly realized that this was an opportunity—now that Lavoisier was in the kitchen preparing dinner, he could try to get Mitchell to cooperate with him and prevent a possible tragedy from happening.

"Let's chat, of course we can chat. It's just hydroponics, isn't it?"

Li Cheng's expression instantly changed, from a cold, sour face to a warm smile: "What specifically do you want to know? Just ask, and I'll answer whatever I know."

Faced with Li Cheng's attitude changing 180 degrees again, Mitchell was puzzled, but he couldn't suppress his thirst for knowledge that interested him: "Thank you for your selflessness and generosity. I would like to know how to prepare that nutrient solution and why it can replace soil."

"no problem."

Li Cheng readily agreed, then changed the subject, saying, "But before that, I need to discuss something with you—Professor Mitchell, we might have to share a bed tonight. Would you mind?"

?

Why do we have to share a bed? Shouldn't I have my own bed?

After a brief moment of confusion, Mitchell seemed to realize something. He stood up, trembling, and then hurriedly took several steps back to the side, away from the sofa where Li Cheng was.

Why are you running?

Li Cheng was very puzzled and stood up to catch up.

"Wait, don't come any closer!"

Mitchell shouted to stop him, a bead of cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice filled with terror: "I have no such hobby, and I'm too old for a little boy!"

"I also know a friend I can introduce you to; you might have a lot in common! Just don't contact me!"

???

Who the hell wants to be gay with you?

Li Cheng knew that this guy had misunderstood, so he explained, "No, no, no, don't misunderstand, I'm not gay, I'm perfectly normal."

"You can't fool me!"

Mitchell took two steps back again, pointed a finger at Li Cheng, and said in a trembling voice, "I've been wondering about this for a while now. Why did he keep trying to reminisce with me, and keep bringing up topics that interest me..."

"It was just a little strange before, but you actually refused to sleep with Professor Lavoisier and insisted on sharing a bed with me at night..."

"You still say you're not gay?"

Mitchell spoke those last few words with a firm and resolute tone, as if he had already firmly established his judgment.

"..."

Li Cheng remained silent for a long time. Unable to find a suitable reason, he was suddenly somewhat convinced—why would a normal man leave the young and beautiful Lavoisier aside and squeeze into a bed with Mitchell, a middle-aged man?

Definitely not, only gay men would do that.

But Li Cheng has abandoned Lavoisier and is trying to share a bed with Mitchell—so, Li Cheng is gay.

The argument is complete.

I'm gay?!

Li Cheng was initially shocked, then spat twice to expel the chaotic thoughts from his mind.

I'm definitely not gay; there's countless pieces of evidence to prove it. But the current problem is how to convince myself that I'm not gay, and how to convince this third wheel to cooperate with me.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said slowly, "Now that things have come to this, I can no longer hide anything..."

Seeing that Li Cheng was actually about to admit it, Mitchell's eyes widened in fury. He couldn't believe his boss was such a person and said incredulously, "You really are..."

"Yes."

Li Cheng interrupted him, saying, "I am actually Lavoisier's brother, my real name is Abel Lavoisier."

"what?!"

Mitchell slowly typed a question mark, puzzled, and said, "Before you say that, at least change your name first?"

Li Cheng glanced at him and explained, "But because I am my father's illegitimate son, and even use my mother's surname, I only met Lavoisier a few times when I was very young, so I didn't recognize him when I first met him."

Is this for real? Is it really such a coincidence?

Mitchell fell into deep thought... The probability of lovers ending up as siblings is extremely low, but it's not impossible. It just seems a bit far-fetched to happen around us.

Li Cheng continued, "But I recently recalled this matter, and after careful investigation, I discovered that Lavoisier is my half-sister, whom I only met once or twice when I was a child."

?

Mitchell mentally analyzed the physical similarities between Li Cheng and Lavoisier, only to discover that their biggest similarity was that they had absolutely nothing in common. This led him to deep contemplation—could this sibling relationship really be genuine?

Li Cheng revealed a pained expression and continued, "But it was too late. Perhaps because of some chance encounters, Lavoisier seems to have developed deep feelings for me. I can't refuse him, but I can't accept it either..."

"Cough cough."

Mitchell coughed twice to interrupt, and tentatively asked, "Excuse me, have you asked your father... is it possible that either of you was adopted?"

"I asked."

Li Cheng paused, then said in a deep voice, "I asked this question when I was a child, but my father assured me that we are all his biological children. Although Lavoisier and I have different hair color, eye color, appearance, and personality... we are still his biological children."

Mitchell shook his head repeatedly after hearing this.

"No, a father's guarantee isn't enough for this; it has to be a mother's personal guarantee..."

?

Li Cheng's eyes suddenly sharpened: "What do you mean?"

Mitchell quickly shut up: "No, you can continue."

"Ah."

Li Cheng nodded in satisfaction: "So you understand now? That's why I'm not gay, but I still have to squeeze in with you."

Mitchell frowned, realizing something was amiss: "Wait a minute, why didn't you just tell Professor Lavoisier your true identity? She probably wouldn't pursue this further after knowing the details, or she could simply refuse!"

"It's very simple. On the one hand, I don't want her to know about our blood relationship, preferably never. On the other hand, if I directly and decisively reject her, it might be a huge blow to her, making her feel inadequate, or even causing her to give up."