Chapter 14: Big Brother’s Wrath

Chapter 14: Big Brother's Wrath

In the living room of the mansion, servants stood in silence, none daring to speak.

Xiyang stood behind Sheng Ai, his heart pounding as he looked at the bowl that had shattered when thrown earlier.

This was the first time he had seen Sheng Ai lose his temper since crossing over.

It was this person who had held him and asked when he would forgive his brother, personally served him ginger milk pudding, and protected him during the shooting incident... He had thought Sheng Ai was incredibly gentle, but never expected him to be so terrifying when angry.

Xiyang kept his head down, not daring to speak.

He seemed no different from those servants.

Seeing no one respond, Sheng Ai asked, "Aunt Zhao, I heard Xiyang say he wanted clear soup noodles himself. Is that true?"

Aunt Zhao jolted, trembling as she glanced at Xiyang, then stammered, "Y-Yes..."

"Is this how you made them for him?" Sheng Ai asked. "Why don't you taste it yourself? If there were even a bit more salt, I wouldn't be like this."

Aunt Zhao’s lips turned pale.

Sheng Ai took off his glasses and placed the gold-rimmed spectacles in his chest pocket. His voice remained soft but carried an intimidating force, "He jumped into the river and changed. So now you think you can bully him? Not giving him food or putting salt in his noodles? What do you take him for?"

All the servants kept their heads bowed.

"And," Sheng Ai stood up, "I don’t know who started the rumors, but spreading them without verifying is unacceptable. Saying... Sheng Xiyang isn’t my real younger brother."

As soon as he said this, many servants trembled.

Because whether they were listening to gossip or spreading it, they had all been involved.

Xiyang also raised his head to look at Sheng Ai.

He had always found Sheng Ai’s attitude hard to gauge.

When Sheng Ai wore his glasses, he seemed refined and approachable, but without them, his eyes remained cold and stern.

After a moment of silence, he continued, "I don’t wear glasses to avoid seeing your faces clearly because I don’t care who spread these rumors. I don’t want to catch anyone. But this will only happen once. If I hear such rumors again or if any of you show disrespect to the young master, regardless of your seniority or loyalty to the master or madam, I will ask you to leave."

The mansion fell silent, with no one daring to speak.

"Sheng Xiyang is my brother," Sheng Ai’s voice remained calm and soft. "I have always protected and cared for him. He is seven years younger than me, and it’s my duty to look after him, regardless of his personality. But if you believe rumors, I won’t tolerate it for a second. Today, I’m showing respect to the elders here, but there won’t be a next time."

After saying this, Sheng Ai put his glasses back on and addressed everyone, "I’m done speaking. You may go about your business and clean up the mess."

In an instant, people dispersed.

Only Aunt Zhao and a few servants remained to clean up the spilled soup and broken bowl.

Soon, someone brought a new bowl of golden broth noodles.

Xiyang couldn’t help but sniff the aroma.

He sat down and began eating voraciously, as it was truly delicious.

Midway through, he couldn’t resist looking up at Sheng Ai.

At that moment, their gazes met, and Xiyang felt Sheng Ai’s startled stare.

It seemed Sheng Ai was thinking of something else while looking at him.

But Xiyang didn’t know what.