37: Chapter 37 The Fake Young Master Returns in Triumph, Slapping the Real Young Master in the Face?

At the entrance of the Chen family villa.

The Maybach slowly came to a halt.

The butler, Uncle Fu, was holding a megaphone, and his announcement, full of vigorous Qi, was still echoing in the courtyard.

The Chen couple were the first to get out of the car and stand steady, then simultaneously turned their heads to look at the last figure inside the car.

"Xiao Ci! Your younger brother just came home yesterday, and his emotions might not be very stable yet."

"If he says anything unpleasant, please bear with him more and don't hold it against him."

"Your younger brother has suffered outside for eighteen years, so it's inevitable that he has resentment in his heart. You should accommodate him more."

"..."

Chen Jianguo knew how much his eldest son disliked this adopted son, and he was terribly afraid that the two brothers would start fighting the moment they met, so he prepared the adopted son in advance.

Wang Xiaoyun beside him was afraid that the adopted son would overthink, and hastily explained in a soft voice:

"Mom and Dad are not being partial."

"In our hearts, you and Chen Fan are no different from our biological sons."

"It's just that Chen Fan has just returned home, and we naturally have to take care of his emotions."

"You are usually the most sensible one, so you can definitely understand Mom and Dad's difficult position, right?"

"..."

Inside the car, Chen Jingci pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, revealing a well-behaved and docile smile.

"Mom and Dad, rest assured!"

"It is only right for younger brother to have resentment in his heart."

"If I were him, having my wealthy life of eighteen years snatched away by someone while suffering all kinds of hardships outside, my psychological balance would definitely be upset too."

"Later, no matter what younger brother says or does, even if he hits me or scolds me, I will not fight back."

"This is what I owe him."

"..."

Chen Jingci lowered his eyelids.

His eyelashes cast a small shadow on his cold white skin, and he said with a hint of just-right guilt in his tone:

"If younger brother truly cannot tolerate me, I... I can also leave this family."

"I won't make it difficult for Mom and Dad."

"It's just... it's just that I really can't bear to leave Mom and Dad, and my four elder sisters..."

"..."

These words were so sensible that the couple's eyes grew hot.

Wang Xiaoyun quickly grabbed her adopted son's hand, comforting him with red eyes:

"You silly child, what nonsense are you talking about! What owe or not owe!"

"You are also a victim, not the perpetrator!"

"There will always be a place for you in this family, and no one can drive you away!"

"If Chen Fan bullies you, we will definitely step in to stop him."

"..."

Chen Jianguo also put on a stern face, his tone unquestionable:

"Xiao Ci, remember this! Your mother and I raised you with our own hands through all the hardships!"

"In our hearts, you are our biological son, even better than a biological son."

"Blood relations are not that important! We will never neglect you just because we have Chen Fan! In this family, not a single person can be missing."

"..."

Chen Jingci's eye sockets turned slightly red, and his voice was somewhat choked up:

"Thank you, Mom and Dad."

"..."

He lowered his head and gently pressed the moisture at the corners of his eyes with a tissue.

The corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the tissue, curved up imperceptibly.

He was someone who had specially studied micro-expression psychology.

Judging from the speech rate, tone, pupil changes, and body language of Chen Jianguo and his wife!

They were not lying.

Chen Jingci narrowed his eyes, and the last stone in his heart safely landed.

When checking the hidden surveillance footage yesterday, he had still been worried.

He was afraid that this pair of adoptive parents would truly treat that biological son who had been wandering outside for eighteen years like a treasured baby because of blood relations, gradually marginalizing him as the adopted son.

Now it seemed that he had worried too much.

Blood ties were certainly important.

However, the emotional Foundation cultivated through eighteen years of being together day and night could not be shaken by a mere piece of DNA testing paper.

As for those scenes of parental partiality in yesterday's surveillance footage.

It was probably just some nice words spoken intentionally by the couple because he wasn't home, in order to cultivate a relationship with their biological son as soon as possible.

Chen Jingci figured everything out in an instant, and his mood became increasingly calm and composed.

Especially judging from the information revealed in his parents' words just now...

That true Young Master seemed to really dislike him?

Heh.

A trace of disdain flashed across the depths of his eyes.

That's even better.

A reckless man who only acted on emotions was the easiest to deal with.

The more the true Young Master hurled verbal abuse and physical blows at him.

The more he could display a posture of forbearance and grievance.

The heartache of the Chen family members would tilt more toward his side.

He could even use the other party's irritability and short temper to set off his own maturity, calmness, tolerance, and magnanimity.

To be honest.

Chen Jingci was actually afraid of that kind of smiling tiger who was deep in schemes, looked indifferent and aloof on the surface, pretended to let bygones be bygones, and immediately wanted to act like sworn brothers with him.

That kind was the most troublesome; he would have to spend effort playing along with him and guarding against him everywhere.

But now it seemed that this true Young Master had a very low level.

He could be easily manipulated.

Thinking this, he straightened the cuffs of his white suit and stepped out of the car.

His posture was calm and his steps were elegant.

The demeanor tempered by eighteen years of elite wealthy-family education was clear at a glance.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the roof of the car, and at first glance saw the group of people at the entrance.

The four elder sisters were surrounding a strange youth, chattering about something.

That was the true Young Master? Chen Fan?

Chen Jingci pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, quietly scanning him up and down first.

His height was about the same as his, around 1.8 meters.

His figure was rather thin.

Appearance...

To tell the truth, he was a little taller than him, and his facial features had a very solid Foundation.

But his temperament was far inferior.

Although he was wearing designer brands.

The submissiveness branded by eighteen years of impoverished life, along with the cowardice and inferiority in his bones, could not be concealed by changing a set of clothes.

Anyone with genuine discernment could see the emptiness inside this kid at a single glance.

Stripped of those clothes and thrown into a crowd, he would just be an ordinary passerby.

Compared to his own noble demeanor nurtured in a wealthy family since childhood, it was a difference between heaven and earth.

Chen Jingci's gaze finally fell on Chen Fan's eyes.

Those eyes were clean, clear, foolish, and carried a bit of nervousness from someone who hadn't seen much of the world.

Ah?

Just this???

How is this any kind of competitor???

Clearly just a child who hasn't been weaned yet.

Posing no threat to him at all.

Chen Jingci's mouth curved up slightly in a restrained arc, a trace of disdain flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He completely set his mind at ease.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side.

Chen Fan also saw the youth behind his parents.

He subconsciously took two extra glances!

Cold white skin.

Gentle and clean.

Gold-rimmed glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose.

In a neatly tailored white suit, his whole body exuded an exquisite scholarly Qi.

That inner-to-outer elegance and noble Qi made his entire person look radiant, as if he was born to stand in the spotlight.

This was the Fake Young Master who had swapped lives with him for eighteen years?

Chen Fan subconsciously compared himself to the other party in his heart.

Yet he despairingly discovered...

The gap was simply too huge.

The other party was like a wealthy Young Master walking out of a pictorial, while he...

Chen Fan lowered his head and looked at his own T-shirt and sports shorts.

Even though they were also designer brands.

But worn on him, there was always a sense of déjà vu that they were "borrowed."

He even instinctively avoided eye contact with the other party, his fingers unconsciously clutching the corner of his clothes tightly.

Chen Fan knew clearly in his heart.

That noble demeanor could not be faked just by wearing a few pieces of designer clothing.

That was nurtured by eighteen years of living in luxury, elite education, and subtle influence.

Compared to someone like him who struggled from the bottom, ate instant noodles, and lived in a basement, they were completely from different worlds.

For a moment.

A sense of inferiority rolled over him like a tide, uncontrolled.

Chen Jingci captured that momentary dodge of the opposite youth's gaze.

He smiled slightly, his expression warm to the point of being flawless.

Yet in his heart, he became increasingly convinced!

"Are kings and nobles born with a special seed!"

So what if he had a humble Bloodline from the bottom?

No matter how noble a wealthy Bloodline was, if raised at the bottom for eighteen years, it would end up just like this.

Useless!

And his eighteen years of elite education were no joke.

The so-called true Young Master right before his eyes didn't even dare to make eye contact with him.

Could the future facade of the Chen family still be expected to be propped up by him?

When the time comes to take him to business cocktail parties, letting this submissive kid go on stage?

If he couldn't even speak fluently, wouldn't he make people laugh their teeth off?

The future heir of the Chen family could only be him, and would only ever be him.

Chen Jingci completely set his mind at ease, raised the corners of his mouth into a just-right gentle smile, opened his arms, and strode toward the four elder sisters.

"Sisters! I am back!"

"..."

His voice was clear and warm, carrying a smile, and his steps were calm.

Seeing him return safely.

Smiles also bloomed on the faces of Chen Xuening and the other three, and they instinctively opened their arms to greet him.

This was a habit they had cultivated over the past eighteen years.

Every time Xiao Ci came home, they would give him a big hug to show the deep bond between siblings...