Inferiority complex? NO! The confidence he exudes practically overflows!
You pity him? Co on!
That noble deanor, that graceful posture, that relaxed aura—he sits comfortably, nestled against the leather backrest of the wheelchair. That deanor is no different from lounging on a luxurious and grandiose sofa!
And then there’s his wheelchair, custom-made, fully functional, adorned with gold and jade. His brother—so bold—actually modeled it after an ancient imperial dragon throne, with intricate carvings of dragons soaring through the skies. This isn’t a wheelchair; it’s practically a dragon throne!
He sits quietly in the wheelchair, emitting an aura of commanding presence. Under the sunlight, it radiates vividly. "Bro, don’t move! Let take a picture to pay my respects!"
Gu Shaocheng decisively throws the book in his hand at him.
"Enough ssing around?"
Nan Baihao laughs heartily, catches the "projectile" mid-flight, walks behind him, and flops into the chair that Chenxing had just vacated. "Bro, I’m not ssing around. I’m worshipping you! My admiration for you is as endless as the never-ceasing waters of a mighty river..."
To think back to the mont his brother first needed the wheelchair—the turmoil! The anguish, the despair, the frustration—he even felt like the entire world was collapsing. All the negative emotions sward his mind, leaving no space for anything else. Whole nights passed without sleep, tossing and turning, wiping away tears more tis than he could count. He thought his brother’s life was over. How could his brother endure a life like this, a life akin to being a cripple? The thought alone made him feel like ending his brother’s suffering, so he could live with dignity or at least die with it.
Those days were unbearable—no one could reconcile with watching soone mighty turn overnight into soone fragile, soone everyone tiptoed around to protect.
During that ti, he couldn’t even bring himself to visit his brother’s bedroom, as if staying away could make it all feel like just a bad dream. Especially when his brother made exaggerated jokes trying to lighten the mood—those tis, he couldn’t help but curse his brother in his heart as being crazy!
He couldn’t even count how many tis he’d cursed him!
Over ti, day by day, they endured and carried on until now. Watching his brother slowly pick himself up gave him strength to do the sa. Before they knew it, they had already lived through Christmas, New Year’s, the Spring Festival, and the Lantern Festival—three full months passed.
In those three months, he spent plenty of ti barking orders at the so-called experts. They truly treated his brother like a lab rat, daring to test anything on him. Trying this drug, then that one—every ti, they made bold claims, and every ti, it turned out to be nonsense. His brother’s hands almost ended up ruined. Once, after taking a certain dication, he broke out in massive allergic rashes all over his body. Finally, just a few days ago, they started seeing results. At last, he could use the phrase "treating the root cause" to comnd the experts for once.
"Bro, today I’ve got ti. Why don’t I keep you company and share a drink?"
Gu Shaocheng smoothly snatches the book back from his hands. "Trying to swindle alcohol out of again?"
"Hey, don’t judge a gentleman’s heart with a petty mind. I truly think we’ve had a rough ti lately. Let grab the wine. Us brothers can have a good drink together. I’m feeling happy today!"
He moves like a whirlwind, rummaging through the house for fine wine, grabs two goblets, opens the wine, pours it—all in one smooth motion.
Then he raises his glass. "Co on, big bro, let’s have a toast! To your eternal reign!"
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