NOVPUBChapter 88: 88, Am I very High-Profile (First Update)_1
Chapter 88: 88, Am I very High-Profile (First Update)_1
Sitting at the same dining table, yet the atmosphere was akin to two completely different worlds; one side was sweet and cozy, the other lost for words, looking helplessly at the sky.
Quan Mingxuan looked resignedly across the table at the couple, not having touched a single piece of food in his bowl.
Why?
He was too full from consuming their public display of affection already.
“Look, can you two at least show some consideration? Can you acknowledge my presence?” Quan Mingxuan put down his chopsticks, tapping on the table with his curled fingers.
Won’t they even let him eat in peace? Were they intent on flaunting their love just to annoy him?
Quan Jingwu glanced at him, “If you’re dissatisfied, you can leave.”
Quan Mingxuan, his heart filled with resentment, was lost for words.
So this was how his own brother treated him.
He was being bullied right in front of his future sister-in-law. Did he have no dignity left at all?
Jian Qing continued eating peacefully, ignoring the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. She was focused on nothing but her meal.
After being rebuked, Quan Mingxuan couldn’t help but speak up again, “Jingwu, do you realize the chaos you’ve created with your statements at today’s press conference? Can’t you be a bit more low-key?”
After finishing his public declaration, Quan Jingwu just left, causing all of Beijing to buzz with the headline news about him. Even when Quan Mingxuan ran into acquaintances, their first question was, “Is Young Master Jing really dating?”
In the course of the afternoon, he had heard this question no less than five hundred times.
Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, “Am I really that extravagant?”
Quan Mingxuan gave him a look, “Publicly confessing at a press conference, sir, please tell me how that’s low-key?”
If this wasn’t extravagant, what was?
Quan Jingwu didn’t refute him. Instead, he focused on serving food to his beloved.
Seeing himself ignored again, Quan Mingxuan turned to Jian Qing, his voice gentle. “Jian Qing, don’t you have any particular thoughts about today’s events?”
Jian Qing swallowed her food, looked at him, and innocently asked, “What happened today?”
Quan Mingxuan was, once again, speechless. His patience was running dangerously low.
These two were experts at playing dumb.
“Eat your food,” Quan Jingwu shot him a glance, his calm voice held a hint of warning.
When he turned his head towards Jian Qing, his voice softened, “Don’t mind him, he’s been talking too much lately.”
Jian Qing glanced at Quan Mingxuan, and seeing his look of resentment, continued eating with a smile.
Quan Mingxuan had completely lost his appetite. Why did he feel like coming here tonight was a mistake?
It was clearly a self-inflicted punishment.
After dinner, Quan Mingxuan was made to wash dishes by Quan Jingwu while he accompanied his beloved.
Their pet, Snowball, was asleep next to Jian Qing’s feet. At a distance, it looked like a massive ball of fur.
Upon emerging from the kitchen after finishing the dishes, Quan Mingxuan saw the couple playing video games together, which was so annoying that it gave him a headache.
Here he was, the second son of the Quan family, delivering food and washing dishes for them, while they enjoyed their video games after a good meal. Did justice still exist in this world?
“Ah, another one died.” Jian Qing hugged her tablet, her fingers flying across the screen. Her calm demeanor made it hard to believe that she was playing a terrifying horror game.
“Jingwu, come over here,” Quan Mingxuan called.
After greeting Jian Qing, Quan Jingwu got up and walked over. The two of them stood in the yard outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Jingwu, after your stunt today, the whole Quan family knows about it now. Grandpa is asking when you are going to bring her over to meet the family,” Quan Mingxuan leaned against the window frame, speaking casually.
Quan Jingwu looked emotionless, glancing over at the woman playing video games in the living room, his lips curling into a slight smile, “It’s not the time yet.”
Unless she was willing, he wouldn’t force her.
