Yu Cheng slammed the table, saying, “Did I make you not go to college?”

The water in Yu Wanlai’s teacup splashed out due to the shake of the table. He lowered his head, looking at the teacup: “That kind of third-rate school is really useless even if I went… My younger brother went to a top-tier school, and I can only go to a bottom-tier retirement school. Of course, the villain would want to go!”

Yu Cheng was panting heavily: “This matter is settled. Tomorrow, you’ll go to work with your brother…”

Actually, it wasn’t just the original body that didn’t know anything about business; Yu Wanlai didn’t either. He studied music. His soul should belong to the world—how could it be confined to a box? And if he really went to the company, wouldn’t that just be following the same old path of the villain? Yu Cheng was trying to ruin him!

Yu Wanlai continued to struggle: “I already have a job, I won’t go.”

Yu Cheng reached up to pat his rapidly beating heart: “You have a job… What, a bar or a restaurant? My son, Yu Cheng, isn’t meant to entertain others! Cough, cough…”

Yu Wanlai clicked his tongue lightly, surprised by the job discrimination. Then he looked over at Yu Qingyue—oh, the little tattletale! If you weren’t the male lead, I’d definitely deal with you.

Yu Qingyue turned his head away, ignoring Yu Wanlai’s gaze.

Yu Wanlai smiled, looking at Yu Qingyue: “You know everything, huh? Did you tell Dad to send me to the company?”

Yu Cheng: “…”

“Your brother is just looking out for you… Anyway, you’re going to the company whether you like it or not. If not, go back to your mother!”

Yu Wanlai glanced at Qin Shuang: “Does your wife have any objections?”

Yu Cheng, unable to hold back any longer, raised his hand and slapped Yu Wanlai on the forehead: “How are you speaking?!”

At that moment, Wang Ma entered with the meal, reminding everyone to eat. Yu Cheng glared at Yu Wanlai, stood up, and went to the dining room with Qin Shuang.

Yu Qingyue also stood up to eat, but Yu Wanlai grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sofa.

Yu Wanlai smiled, looking at Yu Qingyue: “Good brother~ Did you tell Dad to send me to the company?”

Yu Qingyue cleared his throat, thinking, Didn’t you already know that? He swatted Yu Wanlai’s hand off and lifted his chin: “What about it?”

Yu Wanlai studied Yu Qingyue’s expression closely, pulling back his hand, now reddened from the slap, and spoke in a low voice, almost like a probe: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take your inheritance?”

Yu Qingyue turned his head and stared at Yu Wanlai for a long time before lightly scoffing: “Heh…”

The unfinished words seemed both disdainful and like a warning.

Yu Wanlai still couldn’t figure out what his younger brother was really thinking. He remembered that in the original plot, the villain had to keep begging for over a month before the family finally let him into the company. Now, he hadn’t even done anything yet and was just let in so easily—something felt off.

Yu Wanlai gritted his teeth. Was he being underestimated? Did this mean he was being compared to the original villain?

Yu Wanlai smiled angrily, nodding: “Fine! I’ll go! But don’t regret it.” That little brat—he wasn’t even bothering him, and yet the brat came rushing to hand it to him.

Yu Qingyue smiled contemptuously and got up to head for the dining room. Yu Wanlai was displeased, but secretly pleased. He hadn’t forgotten how Yu Qingyue had tattled on him for going to the bar.

At first, he had planned to get along with him as long as he didn’t cause trouble. But now, Yu Qingyue was sowing discord at home and going around playing the victim. Rather than that, he might as well keep him in front of him to keep an eye on him.

Yu Wanlai also stood up and followed Yu Qingyue to the dining room.

Yu Wanlai pulled out a chair, sat down, and looked at Yu Qingyue and then at Yu Cheng, eager to join the company: “Dad~ What position will I be doing? Can I choose? How about I be my brother’s assistant, isn’t that what you said, to learn from him?”

“By being around him, I’m sure I’ll quickly grow!”

Yu Qingyue froze for a moment, then quickly returned to his calm self. As expected, everything this person did before was an act. With Yu Wanlai’s lazy personality, even fifty thousand a month would seem too little to him. How could he care about outside jobs that barely paid?

But Yu Wanlai had indeed changed a little, starting to strategize, and now he could stay calm and patient—seemed like he had switched brains overnight.

Yu Cheng thought for a while and then turned to Yu Qingyue, since he hadn’t decided on the specific position yet: “Qingyue, what do you think?”

Yu Qingyue put down his knife and fork, wiped his lips with a napkin, and thoughtfully replied: “I don’t mind. It’s up to you.”

Yu Cheng saw no objection and felt that Yu Wanlai’s suggestion was reasonable, so he nodded in agreement: “Alright, it’s settled.”

As soon as he heard this, Yu Wanlai immediately started pushing his luck, extending a hand toward Yu Cheng: “Dad, can I get some money? I’ll need to buy work clothes, right?”

Yu Cheng slammed his knife and fork down on the table, making a loud clink: “You haven’t even started working yet, and you want me to give you money?!”

Yu Wanlai reluctantly withdrew his hand, glancing at the fleeting smile at the corner of Yu Qingyue’s lips. Though it was brief, he was sure he hadn’t imagined it.

Oh, so the male lead can smile! He thought this guy only had expressions like irritation, sarcasm, and cold sneers.

Yu Wanlai scratched the back of his head. When exactly did he offend his little brother? Why did this guy enjoy watching him get embarrassed so much?

The next morning, Yu Wanlai finished his morning routine early and went downstairs to leisurely eat breakfast in the dining room. They had steak the night before, and when he cut it open, it was still rare. Yu Wanlai didn’t eat much and set it aside. He was already hungry.

Yu Wanlai never got too invested in things. If things went according to his expectations, that was great, but if not, he accepted it immediately without wasting time on what couldn’t be changed. This was his usual way of handling life.

Yu Wanlai was happily eating a blueberry tart when he looked at Yu Qingyue, who had just come down the stairs, and greeted him with a friendly smile, as if the previous night’s conflict never happened.

Yu Qingyue, on the other hand, acted as though he hadn’t seen Yu Wanlai, sitting down in his usual spot as if nothing had happened. It seemed that Yu Wanlai had resumed his pretentious act.

Seeing that Yu Qingyue ignored him, Yu Wanlai kept trying. He had thought about it last night—although going to work at the company was risky because it followed the original plot, it was also a great opportunity to get closer to the male lead.

Yu Wanlai placed his plate on the chair next to Yu Qingyue and slid it in front of him. “Brother, do you want to try an egg tart? I made it with blueberry flavor…”

Yu Qingyue glanced at the tart and quickly averted his gaze, not believing that Yu Wanlai was being so kind. After all, the last time he had implied something about the egg tart.

He pushed the plate away, saying, “No, I’ll have breakfast made by Wang Ma.”

Yu Wanlai raised an eyebrow, “You don’t like these? Did I poison them or something?” He quickly ate another tart and then lifted one to Yu Qingyue’s mouth. “Smell it. It’s so fragrant. You’re really not going to eat it?”

Yu Qingyue turned and gave him a disdainful look before standing up and moving to the seat across from him. “I’m not eating it. Is this annoying enough for you?”

Yu Wanlai clicked his tongue, “If you’re so annoyed, why are you still trying to get me to go to the company? The male lead must have split personalities or something.”

In the end, Yu Wanlai only ate a few more tarts before getting tired of them—they were so greasy after a while. He patted his hands, stood up, and as he walked to the door, he intentionally turned to glance at Yu Qingyue.

Yu Qingyue, who was confused by the gaze, couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

A few minutes later, Yu Wanlai came downstairs wearing a suit that looked almost identical to Yu Qingyue’s, except his was pure black while Yu Qingyue’s was dark gray. Yu Qingyue, holding a spoon, wished he could throw it at Yu Wanlai. “Copycat!”

No wonder he had felt like there was something off about Yu Wanlai’s gaze earlier.

Yu Wanlai didn’t have the money for an expensive suit. His closet only had clothes that were bought by the original person and matching ones he’d recently purchased for himself. He had never been involved in multinational corporations or their circles, so he figured it would be fine to wear the same kind of suit as the male lead—just in a different color, so it wouldn’t be exactly the same.

Yu Wanlai sat down at the dining table, occasionally glancing at Yu Qingyue. Eventually, Yu Qingyue became irritated and threw down his spoon, saying coldly, “What? Do you want to see what’s on my face?”

Yu Wanlai turned away, rubbing his nose. “I’m just waiting to see when you finish eating. I don’t like putting stuff on my face. Why would I care about that?”

Yu Qingyue gritted his teeth. “What does that mean? Do you think I like putting stuff on my face?”

Yu Wanlai, looking confused, widened his eyes and stared at him. “Didn’t I tell you I’m your assistant? Of course, I’m waiting for you to go to the company with me.” He suddenly seemed more concerned, “You won’t make me go by myself, right? I don’t even know where the company is!”

Then he looked at Yu Cheng and said, “Dad… I think I’d better not go. I don’t want to annoy my brother.”

The whole scene felt like cheap melodrama.