IBO -Chapter 87 Song Yutu wants to… mess with Song Yiran?

This novel contains sensitive and taboo content like R*pe, Mu**er etc. Read only if you are comfortable.

The faint glow from the Lightbrain reflected on Song Yutu’s face. Song Yang’s messages were pouring in, the alert tones incessant.

He wasn’t unwilling to let his brothers see Brother, but the rules of this timeline didn’t allow it.

Brother couldn’t see the family chat on the Lightbrain, which meant even if they communicated, Brother wouldn’t see it.

Could they see Brother’s situation unilaterally from over there?

No.

Song Yutu had tested it. He had secretly sent messages to different brothers in front of Brother.

But the messages wouldn’t go through—no matter what, they couldn’t be sent.

Yet when he sent messages himself, they went through effortlessly.

He even tried sending photos or videos of Brother, but none could be sent over.

What’s even more bizarre is that in those photos and videos, the older brother’s face would gradually disappear over time.

Should he tell the brothers about this? To tell or not to tell?

“Hmm, whatever. I’ll just say it’s a rare moment of conscience.”

Song Yutu sighed. He’d bear this burden himself.

[Song Yang]: Where are you? Don’t play dumb, I know you’re looking!

[Song Yang]: Just because we used to fight all the time? But weren’t you always the one to start it?

[Song Yang]: So many of your reports weren’t written, and who helped you finish them? Wasn’t it me?

[Song Yang]: I stayed up days and nights to finish those reports for you. What’s wrong with me criticizing you a bit? Are you that petty?

[Song Yang]: And my starship, the limited edition one! I queued for six months to get it!

[Song Yang]: Look at what you’ve done. What’s wrong with me scolding you? A scolding is the mildest punishment!

[Song Yang]: Where are you? Don’t play dead.

[Song Yang]: Oh, I see, are you trying to monopolize brother for yourself?

[Song Yang]: I won’t allow it, I won’t! That’s abnormal love!

[Song Yang]: I understand now, are you secretly in love with brother?

[Song Yang]: Oh my god, disgusting! How can you be so disgusting… and sneaky!

[Song Yang]: I won’t allow you to do this! This is **, do you know? I absolutely will not allow it!

[Song Yang]: Why aren’t you replying? Why don’t you argue back? No way… have I hit the mark?

[Song Yang]: …Brother, I called you brother, can you stop? I was just joking, why aren’t you replying?

[Song Yang]: I was just provoking you…

[Song Yang]: Why are you silent now?

[Song Yang]: …You’re done for. I’m telling Second Brother about this. Just wait until you get back and see how he handles you.

[Song Yang]: Unfortunate family! How could we have someone like you in our house!

Song Yutu couldn’t help laughing at Song Yang’s tirade.

He had just spent a brief moment wrestling with his thoughts, and yet Song Yang had already pinned the label of ** on him.

What a huge label—saying he’s **?

Is he that kind of person?

How could he possibly have a crush on Big Brother? He wasn’t foolish enough to confuse familial love with romantic love.

[Song Yutu]: Who’s **? Are you talking about me?

[Song Yutu]: Such a grand accusation… you really have a wild imagination.

[Song Yang]: Finally resurrected?

[Song Yang]: Let me communicate with Big Brother, or at least send me a photo of him.

[Song Yutu]: Why should I listen to you?

[Song Yang]: Wow, you’re really ungrateful! Who helped you finish all those missing reports? Whose starship did you ride?

[Song Yutu]: Nah nah nah, I won’t, won’t, won’t!

[Song Yang]: Song Yutu, don’t go too far!

[Song Yang]: Is Big Brother only your brother? He’s obviously our brother too!

[Song Yang]: Over the years, it wasn’t just you searching for Big Brother. Each of us has been looking for him. We all miss him so much!

[Song Yang]: Now that you’ve found him, why can’t we meet him too?

[Song Yutu]: Because I’m selfish. I just don’t want you to see Big Brother.

[Song Yang]: Who are you?

[Song Yang]: Are you really Song Yutu?

[Song Yutu]: Haha! My foolish little brother, can’t even recognize your own brother?

[Song Yang]: 5. Why didn’t I know you were so selfish?

[Song Yutu]: I’ve always been like this. Disappointed?

[Song Yang]: If your brain’s broken, you should see a doctor.

[Song Yutu]: Haha! Always avoiding problems… my foolish little brother, after all these years, you still haven’t grown.

[Song Yutu]: By the way, tell the rest of the brothers that I won’t let them see Big Brother. Not a single photo.

[Song Yang]: …Fine, you’re ruthless.

Song Yutu closed the chat and leaned back, savoring the brilliance of his own performance.

Ah! His acting was amazing!

Truly touching! Is there really a brother like him in this world?

After this, the brothers would probably resent him for being selfish. Let them. He would bear it all.

Better to let the hatred fall on him than have them know this desperate truth.

Ah! He was truly magnificent!

A self-satisfied smile curled on Song Yutu’s lips as he recalled his performance.

How could his acting be so perfect? He was a natural-born actor, born to perform!

Tsk tsk, little Song Yang, handle this properly~

After praising himself, Song Yutu turned to the task of preparing dinner.

Brother doesn’t like blue food? Then purple it shall be~

Tonight’s dinner was similar to lunch, except the Kamaka Fruit Twist Beast Soup was replaced with Meteor Fruit Twist Beast Soup.

At dinner, Song Yiran stared at the purple soup, unsure what to say.

The purple of the soup wasn’t ordinary—it glowed fluorescent purple.

It really glowed, not an exaggeration. Heating Meteor Fruit juice for a long time produces a glow.

If it were just a regular purple soup, he could pretend it was too much seaweed.

But this was fluorescent purple. He had to mentally prepare himself.

It’s fine, it’s fine, just fluorescent purple, he can handle it!

With tears in his eyes, Song Yiran ate quietly, thinking: tomorrow, I must take back control of cooking!

This afternoon, he thought he was well enough to cook dinner himself.

But Song Yutu cruelly denied him and forcefully sent him back to rest.

Though it was out of his younger brother’s filial concern, he really missed ordinary home-cooked meals.

Not that Song Yutu’s food wasn’t ordinary—it was normal interstellar home cooking, and quite tasty.

But Song Yiran was from Blue Star, not an interstellar native.

He craved braised pork, braised chicken wings, and mapo tofu…

Tomorrow, he would reclaim the kitchen!

Night fell, stars sprinkled the sky, and the breeze rustled through the tightly packed leaves in the yard.

Song Yiran leaned on the balcony railing, gazing at the darkened yard. It looked emptier now.

After the orphanage expanded, the yard had grown several times its original size.

Previously, the yard was full of trees and flowers, but now it seemed sparse.

He decided he’d plant more flowers, ornamental trees, and fruit trees.

Lychee trees, bayberry trees, apple trees, plum trees, and peach trees.

The children should eat more fruit, and when the trees bore fruit, they could pick it themselves.

Oh, and watermelons too—summer was approaching, and watermelons were a must!

Thinking of watermelons reminded him of farming.

He planned to open a few more plots in the yard for vegetables.

He could have his own garden with cucumbers, tomatoes, eggplants, peppers, and beans.

The children could pick vegetables themselves—they’d enjoy that.

Song Yiran remembered the small vegetable patch from his childhood home. Seasonal vegetables grew year-round.

Visiting home, he loved picking vegetables.

It was like treasure hunting. Tomatoes and cucumbers were his treasures—easy to eat raw.

But speaking of vegetables, he recalled his love-hate relationship with water spinach.

During harvest season, it grew abundantly. On several visits home, it was all he ate—stir-fried, cold, in soup, even noodles with water spinach.

Even though delicious, eating the same vegetable every day was exhausting.

He almost feared water spinach, turning green from eating it too much.

Alright, he decided—he would plant water spinach in the garden.

A mischievous grin appeared on Song Yiran’s lips: tsk tsk tsk, time for the children to taste the hardships he endured back then~

Just kidding.

This wasn’t really fun; too much of one vegetable could make someone sick or even create a lasting aversion.

Still, water spinach would be planted, but not eaten every day.

If it grew too much, he’d pickle it.

Even if it overgrew, he wouldn’t force the kids to finish it.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. He could pickle it or dry it, preventing waste and sparing the children from a water spinach nightmare.

The courtyard still needed more flowers planted—peonies, osmanthus, daffodils, hyacinths—any of those would do.

And chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, peach blossoms, magnolias, crabapple blossoms, wisteria, azaleas… in short, whatever looked pretty could all be planted.

To outsiders, this might look like a completely chaotic mess of random planting, but Song Yiran really liked this kind of courtyard style.