Chapter 1120 - 1120 1105 Extra Story Nineteen (6)

Chapter 1120: 1105, Extra Story Nineteen (6) Chapter 1120: 1105, Extra Story Nineteen (6) Jian Tianlin’s quick reflexes saved him from disaster that night as he swiftly grasped her wrist.

He frowned at the soundly sleeping person and finally, he let out a sigh of helplessness.

He bent down to pick up the person who was in a deep slumber, walked past the screen, and strode towards the inner room.

After settling the person on the bed, he was about to withdraw.

“Nineteen, lollipop…” The woman’s murmurs in her dream clearly reached Jian Tianlin’s ears, making him stop in his tracks.

He turned around, looked down at her peaceful sleeping face from above, and after a moment, he leaned down, pinching her cheek lightly with his fingertips.

“Boss here doesn’t like lollipops anymore, heard that?” he said fiercely, though his eyes shimmered with a faint smile.

…

“Nineteen, Azhan’s birthday is coming, and he wants us to make a trip to M Country to gather,” Quan Tianqi said as he sipped his coffee, looking up at the person reading documents at the office desk.

“I heard there’s also a car race over there, we could have some fun then,” he added.

“Sure, let him get ready to lose his underwear to us,” Jian Tianlin closed the document, smiling cheerily.

Hearing this, Quan Tianqi chuckled lightly.

“Don’t always long for his underwear, okay? Isn’t that a bit of a heavy taste?” Quan Tianqi teased.

Jian Tianlin raised an eyebrow, “Don’t trash me here, why are you so free today?”

“You forgot, our great-grandfather asked us to come over for dinner today,” Quan Tianqi reminded.

Jian Tianlin slapped his forehead, “I almost forgot.”

The thought of being urged to marry when returning to the mansion gave him a headache.

Reading his mind, Quan Tianqi smirked and probed, “Nineteen, you haven’t mentioned Maomao since you’ve been back, what exactly is the situation between you two?”

“What situation, don’t imagine things,” Jian Tianlin glared at him.

“You two are staying in the same room. If mom and Aunt Xiya find out, I don’t know if they’ll imagine things, but it’s beyond me.” True to being his own brother, his threat was so subtly veiled.

Jian Tianlin was at a loss for words, “Really, there’s nothing between us. Last time in Y Country, running into her was purely coincidental. If there was something between us, would we wait until now?”

Quan Tianqi gave him a meaningful look, hoping he wouldn’t contradict himself.

As the evening lights were lit, the nightclub was in full swing.

In the private room, a cake fight was unfolding.

“Seventeen, I’m the birthday boy today, you can’t be this harsh,” Bai Feizhan emerged from behind the sofa, his face smeared with cake, looking rather pitiful.

Across from him, Quan Tianqi grabbed a handful of cake, a wicked smile playing at the corner of his mouth, “You’re the birthday boy, so you should eat more cake, don’t be polite with me.”

With those words, he hurled the cake in his hand at Bai Feizhan without hesitation.

“Come on.”

Bai Feizhan dodged, and the cake hit the sofa, making a mess.

He had avoided Seventeen, but forgot about Nineteen.

Bai Feizhan looked down at the sticky sweet cake on his clothes and rolled his eyes upwards.

Normally so cold and aloof, they now acted like children who refused to grow up, completely wild with play.

“Damn it, are you two brothers ganging up on me? Have some decency?” Bai Feizhan’s inner cosmos erupted, being attacked from both sides.

Jian Tianlin curled his lips, narcissistically saying, “Haven’t you seen how handsome this lord’s face is?”

“Go to hell.”

The curt three words were squeezed through clenched teeth as Bai Feizhan grabbed a handful of cake and slammed it towards Jian Tianlin.

A perfectly good cake was utterly wasted by their mayhem.

If Shanshan were here, she’d surely lament the waste of good cake.

Jian Tianlin dodged to the side as the door to the private room was pushed open, and the cake hit the newcomer right in the face.

“…”

A flock of crows flew overhead.

The one thing I feared the most was sudden silence in the air.

Bai Feizhan covered his face.

This is bad.

“Who did this?”

A delicate voice harboring the prelude to an explosion of primitive force.

Quan Tianqi and Jian Tianlin pointed at Bai Feizhan in unison, their voices overlapping, “Azhan threw it.”

“…”

Uh, could he say he didn’t know these two brothers?

They were utterly disloyal.

“Maomao, listen to me explain.” Bai Feizhan looked at the person approaching him and quickly smiled apologetically, “I was actually aiming for Tianlin, but I didn’t expect to hit you.”

Indeed, the person who had arrived was the belated Maomao.

Because she got caught in a traffic jam, she arrived so late, only to be met with misfortune as soon as she walked in. What bad luck.

“I don’t want to hear it, did you call me Maomao? Call me sister.” Maomao stood with her hands on her hips and flipped her long hair, exuding a bit of a queenly vibe.

“Sis, for the sake of your brother’s birthday today, please let me off this time. If you really want to blame someone, go find Tianlin. If he hadn’t dodged, it wouldn’t have hit you,” Bai Feizhan pleaded intensely.

Jian Tianlin crossed his arms and said dismissively, “Maomao, don’t listen to his nonsense. Hurry up, the rest of the cake is yours. Today, let’s let Azhan have his fill of cake.”

“Tianlin, that’s not how you treat a brother,” Bai Feizhan protested, almost ready to grab a forty-meter-long sword to chase him down.

“A brother is there to be used, right, Tianqi?” Jian Tianlin said with a grin.

Quan Tianqi nodded in agreement, “Well said.”

Maomao, not bothering with their bickering, casually wiped the cake off her face with a tissue, but the more she wiped, the messier it got, turning into a little flower cat in seconds.

“Pfft.”

Jian Tianlin couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

“What’s so funny?” Maomao crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it at him.

“Look at your face.” Jian Tianlin took out his phone, let her face the screen, and said with restrained laughter, “It looks quite distinctive.”

Maomao glared at him and quickly pounced on his back, hugging his neck tightly with both hands.

“Azhan, Tianqi.”

Upon glancing back, Bai Feizhan couldn’t help but laugh.

Now the tables had turned for revenge.

“Tianlin, I won’t hold back then,” he said, grabbing a handful of cake and aiming it at Jian Tianlin’s face.

Even as his biological brother, Quan Tianqi did not go easy when it was time to play pranks and joined Bai Feizhan in besieging Jian Tianlin.

With Maomao clinging to him, Jian Tianlin slowed down in his attempts to dodge.

In no time, his face and clothes were smeared with plenty of cake.

“Maomao, get down,” he growled, tugging at the person on his back.

“No, it’s because you laughed at me.” Maomao hooked her arm around his neck, kneading his ear with her hand, and mischievously blew into it.

Little did she know, the ear was one of his sensitive spots.

The woman’s breath was as delicate as orchids, and her soft body twisted on his back, unintentionally making seductive moves that could easily stir the heart. Suddenly, Jian Tianlin’s eyes darkened.

The worst part was that he found himself reacting to it.

The unexpected realization left him somewhat inexplicably irritable.

“Maomao, come down.”

He reached out to pull her down, and Maomao, startled by his frosty voice, was caught off guard and dragged off by him.