46: Chapter 46 How dare you! You bastard! How dare you attempt to assassinate me!!!

Meanwhile.

On the stairs.

Chen Fan walked in front, his steps as light as if he were stepping on clouds.

As he walked, he turned back and enthusiastically chatted with Chen Jingci:

"Brother Jing Ci, is Huasheng International University especially huge?"

"I heard there are even several campuses? Is the cafeteria good?"

"How many people are in a dorm room? Is there a private bathroom?"

"..."

Chen Jingci followed behind with a smile on his lips, answering one by one without the slightest trace of impatience in his tone.

Yet his eyes were fixed dead on the back of Chen Fan's head.

The pair of eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses slowly lost their warmth bit by bit, revealing a cold scrutiny beneath.

So stupid.

So stupid it had no flaws.

Skipping as he walked, speaking without using his brain, emotions written all over his face.

This kind of person was either truly a fool or possessed peak acting skills.

He, Chen Jingci, had mixed in the wealthy circles for eighteen years, and had seen countless sophisticated people.

Those who were truly scheming, no matter how well they acted, would always leave traces of calculation in their eyes.

Yet this Chen Fan's eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water.

Not a single trace of Impurities could be seen.

Perhaps... he was really being too sensitive?

Was this kid just a pure, sweet, and naive fool?!

Hehe, very good.

An illiterate Fake Young Master who didn't even have basic common sense, what could he use to compete with him?

The corners of Chen Jingci's mouth curved into an extremely faint arc.

At this moment.

His gaze fell onto the stairs beneath his feet.

A thought flashed through his mind.

According to some brainless true and false young master short dramas he had watched.

This kind of staircase setting was often the classic stage for the Fake Young Master to perform a 'fake fall frame-up'.

Only needing a slip of the foot and a miserable scream, the family members would swarm over.

Amidst the true young master's expression of being unable to clear his name, the Fake Young Master would pitifully say:

"Don't blame younger brother, it was my carelessness..."

"..."

Following closely.

The family would indiscriminately condemn the true young master with words and unconditionally protect the Fake Young Master.

Should he copy the pattern and give it a try as well?

As soon as this thought popped up, Chen Jingci dismissed it disdainfully.

Too low-level.

This kind of tactic was only suitable for brainless short dramas; using it in reality was simply foolish to the extreme.

Not to mention there were surveillance cameras at the top of the stairs and servants coming and going around.

Just talking about the IQ of the Chen family members, it wasn't low either.

They were certainly not the brainless, biased NPCs in short dramas.

Rushing to stir up trouble and frame someone on the very first day the true young master returned home made it too easy to arouse suspicion.

Even if he had a 99% absolute certainty, relying on the emotional foundation accumulated over eighteen years, the family's hearts would definitely lean towards him.

But what if?

In case he slipped up, cracks would appear in the kind and harmless image he had managed to build up with great difficulty.

This was something he could not accept!

To take a step back.

Even if he really wanted to frame someone.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to use low-level tricks like a 'staircase fake fall'.

These stairs were steep and long, with the sharp edges of the mahogany steps clearly defined.

Rolling down after stepping into empty air was no joke; if you weren't careful, you'd kick the bucket.

He still had a wonderful youth ahead of him and would never risk his precious life.

Anyway, with his intelligence, dealing with this true young master who hadn't yet enlightened his wisdom was no different from dealing with a three-year-old child.

There were plenty of ways to slowly play him to death, no need to rush.

Today is the first day, so let him off temporarily.

Chen Jingci pushed up his glasses, his smile becoming increasingly calm and collected.

Meanwhile, ahead.

Chen Fan was completely oblivious that the Fake Young Master behind him had already calculated against him thousands of times in his mind.

He was still chatteringly trying to get close:

"Brother Jing Ci, you are really nice!"

"I was worried before, would you be like the Fake Young Master in the short dramas I swiped through, racking your brains to trample me into the mud!"

"Now it seems I thought too much!"

"You sincerely treat me as a younger brother! I also sincerely treat you as an older brother! From now on, we are biological brothers with different fathers and mothers, a loving family!"

"Share blessings together, share hardships together!!!"

"..."

He spoke with genuine sincerity, his eye sockets even turning slightly red.

Listening to these heartfelt words from the bottom of his heart,

the arc at the corners of Chen Jingci's mouth deepened even more.

Moron!

He opened his mouth and perfunctorily said, "We are family to begin with".

Chen Fan just wanted to reply.

Suddenly.

In his mind, a roar exploded without any warning!!!

[Bold!]

[You dog! How dare you assassinate this deity!!!]

The voice pack's voice was both urgent and fierce, carrying a wave of anger filled with Killing Intent that made Chen Fan's head buzz.

[This deity knew it! This Fake Young Master harbors no good intentions!]

[Calling this deity out to be alone together, and sticking so close on the stairs—]

[Heh, he wants to take advantage of this deity's lack of defense to push this deity down the stairs from behind!]

[Then disguise it as an illusion where this deity was just careless, stepped into empty air, and fell to death!]

[What a venomous scheme of killing without shedding blood!]

[What a pity! This deity's Divine Soul perception is sharp, and has long since seen through everything!!!]

Chen Fan's steps paused, the smile on his face stiffening for half a second.

Here it comes again.

Brother Hao, you're at it again!

The Fake Young Master is such a good person, how could he possibly want to harm me?

Has your persecution mania acted up again!

He shook his head, didn't take it to heart, and continued walking upstairs.

Yet that voice became more and more urgent, increasingly sharp, carrying a sense of reality that made one's hair stand on end.

[He has stopped!]

[Right half a step behind you!]

[He must be calculating the distance, wanting to wait until walking to the middle section of the stairs before making a move! That's where it's easiest to fall to your death!]

[You can't see his face, but this deity can perceive it!]

[That hypocritical face of his is smiling right now! A chilling smile!]

[He is plotting, after you fall down, how to put on a flustered look, how to cry and complain that it was your own carelessness!]

[By then, the whole family will gather around to comfort him!]

[Then point at your bones and curse you for getting what you deserve! Serves you right to die!!!]

[Chen Fan!!! Did you hear me or not!!!]

[Turn back quickly! He's going to make a move!!!]

[Turn back ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!]

The voice pack's voice was realistic to the extreme.

Every single word was like it had been dipped in poison, carrying bone-deep hatred and urgency.

It was also like the roar emitted from the depths of the Soul by someone who had truly experienced betrayal and been pushed into the abyss by others.

Chen Fan's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

If it were normal times, he would only roll his eyes and treat it as the voice pack having another fit of persecution mania.

Yet this time the voice was too real.

Real to the point that a chill suddenly surged up his back.

In a trance, he seemed to truly see the scene behind him—

Chen Jingci's gentle eyes turned sinister, the corners of his mouth curving into a savage grin.

That fair and slender hand was slowly raising, aiming right at his own back...

Then!

A fierce push!

Himself screaming as he rolled down the stairs, bleeding from a broken head!

The Fake Young Master, on the other hand, stood at the top of the stairs, straightened his suit, put on a flustered expression, and shouted downstairs:

"Not good! Younger brother Xiaofan has fallen down!"

"..."

Chen Fan's heart suddenly constricted.

F***!!!

The scenes of the true and false young masters tearing at each other on the stairs in Tomato short dramas also flooded into his mind inappropriately at this moment.

In every short drama, the stairs were always the place where accidents were bound to happen.

Could it be—

Could it be that Brother Jing Ci doesn't genuinely want to be brothers with me?

Were his previous gentleness and friendliness all a disguise?

Luring me away from the family and leading me to the stairs alone was just to make a move on me?!

As soon as this thought popped up, it grew wildly like wild grass!

Chen Fan panicked.

He instinctively wanted to turn back, wanted to see what was going on behind him, wanted to see if the Fake Young Master's hand had really been raised!

Because his movement was too hurried.

The amplitude of his turn was too large.

His toes bumped against the edge of the step, and his body's center of gravity instantly went out of control!

His whole body lost balance and tumbled backward!

"Hey hey hey c⌒っﾟДﾟ)っ—---!!!"

"..."

Terrified, weird cries issued from his mouth, and his hands instinctively clawed blindly in the air, desperately trying to find something to steady his body.

Anything would do!!!

Then, he felt his hand? Push into something?

Soft, like a person's chest???

The next second.

Apart from the sound of a heavy object rolling and hitting the ground.

There was also a heart-rending, miserable scream:

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"..."