SBCEJM -Chapter 258 My Own Good Brother vs Someone Else’s Little Brother!

“This fox mask, and that one with the fierce demon face.”

Feng Zexuan tapped the stall lightly with her fingertip.

“I’ll take both.”

Copper coins clinked crisply onto the wooden tray.

【Hehe, once my brother gets married and has little kids…】

【If they ever misbehave, I’ll wear this mask and stand at their bedside in the middle of the night!】

【They’ll learn from a young age that the authority of their aunt is not to be challenged!】

The system: 【……Host, isn’t it a bit early to plan this? There isn’t even a hint of it yet.】

【This is called strategic foresight!】

Feng Zexuan happily stuffed the masks into her chest.

After taking just a few steps—

Her stomach made a very uncooperative sound.

Gurgle.

【Crap, I was too busy having fun and forgot the most important thing—feeding myself.】

She skillfully pulled open the panel and opened “Bond Transmission.”

【Brother! Drunken Immortal Tower! Come quickly!】

【Your dear sister is about to starve to death on the street!】

……

Feng Residence, Listening Bamboo Courtyard.

Sunlight filtered through the window lattice, scattering across the pages of a book.

Feng Zekai had just turned a page.

A sudden wail exploded in his mind, causing his fingers to pause slightly.

A helpless curve formed at the corner of his lips.

He set the book down.

Stood up.

In just a moment, his figure had already appeared in a private room on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Feng Zexuan was lazily slumped over the table.

The moment she caught sight of that familiar moon-white figure from the corner of her eye, she immediately perked up.

“Brother! Over here!”

Dishes arrived quickly.

Crystal shrimp dumplings, translucent and delicate; crab roe soup dumplings, rich and golden…

Feng Zexuan’s cheeks were stuffed like a squirrel hoarding food.

“Mmm! Brother, this one’s amazing!”

Feng Zekai didn’t touch his chopsticks. He simply rested his cheek on one hand, watching her with a faint smile.

Occasionally, he would refill her tea or pick out the ginger strands she disliked from her dumplings.

After the meal.

Just as Feng Zexuan reached for her purse—

A slender, fair hand blocked her.

“I’ll pay.”

Feng Zekai’s tone was natural, as if it had always been this way.

【Wuwuwu, a child with a brother is a treasure!】

The two walked downstairs side by side.

At the counter, they happened to be blocked by two people.

One man and one woman.

The woman wore a plain blue dress, her back straight as a spear.

The man wore short martial attire, his face somewhat honest-looking.

The shopkeeper’s abacus clacked loudly.

“Two taels of silver, altogether.”

The blue-clad woman looked slightly embarrassed.

She took out a small piece of broken silver from her sleeve and handed it over.

Then she turned to the man beside her, her tone stiff:

“I’ve paid for mine. You pay for yours.”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The man’s face instantly flushed red, then turned dark.

“Bang!”

He slammed a piece of silver onto the counter.

The abacus beads rattled wildly.

Without a word, he stormed off.

Feng Zexuan raised an eyebrow.

【Wow, did he just break down?】

【Look at others… then look at my brother…】

She glanced sideways at Feng Zekai, who was calmly settling the bill.

【Tsk, no comparison means no harm.】

【My brother is such an outstanding man—I wonder which girl will be lucky enough to end up with him.】

Outside the tavern.

Feng Zexuan suddenly got playful and put the fierce demon mask over her face.

Tiptoeing, hunched over, she crept silently behind Feng Zekai.

“Boo!”

She pounced and slapped his shoulder, baring her claws dramatically.

Feng Zekai flinched in an extremely exaggerated way.

He stepped back half a pace, clutching his chest.

With a perfectly controlled tone of shock, he said:

“Oh my, you scared me to death, dear sister.”

Even the street vendor selling candied hawthorns couldn’t help but laugh.

“Pfft…”

Feng Zexuan pulled off the mask in disgust.

“Brother, your acting is terrible! Can you be serious for once?”

Feng Zekai smiled and took the mask from her.

“Next time for sure.”

He pointed at the other mask in her hand.

“And that one?”

Feng Zexuan stood on tiptoe and carefully placed the white fox mask with red patterns onto his face.

It covered most of his features.

Only his elegant jawline and those always-smiling, gentle eyes remained visible.

She stared for a moment.

Then couldn’t resist.

She reached out and poked his chin lightly.

【Tsk tsk.】

【This face… somehow looks even more seductive with a mask on.】

【If this were in a storybook, he’d be the kind of irresistible second male lead readers adore—but the heroine is blind and never chooses him!】

Feng Zekai chuckled and grabbed her wandering finger.

“Stop messing around.”

At that moment, a sweet pear fragrance drifted through the wind.

“Ice sugar stewed pear!”

Feng Zexuan’s nose twitched instantly and locked onto a stall at the end of the alley.

The vendor was a woman in her forties.

Though simply dressed in coarse cloth, she was clean and neat.

The two ordered two bowls and sat on small stools.

Warm pear soup slid down their throats, spreading warmth from chest to stomach.

“Ahh, so good!”

Feng Zexuan narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

Just then, her peripheral vision caught a familiar figure.

The same blue-clad woman was standing near the stall, softly persuading the vendor.

“Mother, don’t be angry. It’s not worth ruining your health.”

So they were family.

But the woman suddenly broke down, tears falling uncontrollably.

“How can I not be angry? Shu’er, you didn’t see it…”

“That customer dropped his money pouch, I just kindly called out…”

“But your brother—he shouted at me in front of everyone!”

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

“I was just doing a good deed… how did it become a crime?”

“And now the neighbors are laughing at us…”

The blue-clad woman, Yun Shu, bit her lip, unsure how to comfort her further.

She could only gently rub her mother’s back.

“Mother, you did nothing wrong. Yun He is the one who was unreasonable.”

Feng Zexuan held her bowl, gaze slowly sweeping over the honest face of the woman.

【This brother… is he mentally broken or something?】

【His own mother does a good deed and he flips out for what?】

【Unless…】

Her eyes turned cold.

【Unless that money pouch—he originally planned to pocket it himself.】

【But his mother’s shout ruined it, and his ‘duck in the mouth’ flew away, so he got angry out of shame.】

The thought landed.

Yun Shu’s hand paused mid-motion on her mother’s back.

Even the mother stopped crying, lifting her head in shock, looking around.

That voice…

It sounded like it was directly inside her head?

At that moment.

The young man named Yun He arrived, carrying two baskets of pears, stomping forward angrily.

“Mother! I brought the pears!”

Thud!

The baskets slammed to the ground.

Yun Shu’s suppressed anger instantly flared.

She stepped forward, shielding her mother.

“Yun He! Why did you shout at Mother just now?!”

“Was Mother wrong for being honest and kind?! What are you going crazy for?!”

Yun He’s face turned the color of a pig liver.

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he exploded instantly.

“How am I crazy?! I was doing it for her own good!”

“What if that person was unreasonable and accused us of stealing?”

“I was trying to prevent trouble!”

He stretched his neck, shouting so loudly the whole alley could hear.

As if only this could hide his guilt.

“You’re talking nonsense!”

Yun Shu trembled with rage.

“You’re clearly greedy for money!”

Those four words landed like a slap.

Yun He’s eyes turned blood-red.

“I’m greedy for money?!”

He suddenly lifted his foot and kicked hard at the basket of pears.

Crash!

The basket overturned.

Pears scattered everywhere, some crushed underfoot.

“WHAT THE HELL DOES IT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU?!”

“Since when is it your turn to lecture me in this family?!”