Bao Shaojin sat upright, with a slight frown on his brow. Clearly, seeing his younger brother at this moment was not a joyous event for him. Bao Xun looked up at the old madam Bao’s reprimand, his eyes slightly closed, "Alright, Grandma!" Ever since Bao Xun was brought home, each time she faced Bao Xun’s address, the old madam Bao felt a chill down her spine, a feeling that left her terrified. She replied perfunctorily, "Go ahead." Bao Xun was dressed in a simple shirt, jeans, and without any luxury watch on his wrist, as if he had no relation to the Bao Family. He carried a bag in his hand, and the next moment, he carefully opened it and took out a delicate little jar. Initially, no one noticed the bag in his hand. The first to sense something wrong was the old madam Bao. She stood up abruptly, trembling, pointing at Bao Xun not far away. However, Bao Xun, ignoring her pale face and unsteady figure, turned to look in Bao Shaojin’s direction. "I already told Grandma earlier, but she didn’t agree," Bao Xun said with a bitter smile on his lips, then continued, "I want to bury my wife as ’Bao Xun’s wife’." After he spoke, he looked gently at the porcelain jar in his hands. "I don’t agree, I don’t agree!" the old madam Bao panted heavily, "You were only in a relationship, you weren’t even married, where do you have a wife from?" The old madam Bao shouted angrily, her wrinkled face showing a hint of fierceness. Bao Shaojin sat quietly aside, watching the two before him. "Grandma, in my eyes, Chuchu is my wife!" Bao Xun’s gaze was firm and passionate. "Shaojin, listen to what this ungrateful child is saying." The old madam Bao, seeing her inability to persuade Bao Xun, quickly turned her gaze to Bao Shaojin, with a hint of plea in her eyes. Bao Shaojin noticed the elderly lady was struggling to stand for long, and quickly got up and approached, "Grandma, calm down. I’ll take care of this. You should go rest first." Bao Shaojin called out in a cold, deep voice towards the outside, "Uncle Liu." Housekeeper Liu promptly pushed the door open, bowed, and said, "Eldest Young Master." "Help Grandma to rest." Housekeeper Liu saw the serious expression and full wrath on the old madam’s face, slowly stepped forward to support her, "Old madam, staying up late is bad for your health. You should go to bed now. Since the second young master is back, we can discuss any matters tomorrow." The old madam Bao had dominated the business world for decades and naturally understood situations better than the average person. Realizing that staying would not change the current situation, and if she clashed with Bao Xun over his issue, it would do her no good. After all, Bao Xun was her grandson, a blood relationship she couldn’t sever. After contemplating for a moment, the old madam Bao snorted coldly and left with Housekeeper Liu’s support. However, when passing by Bao Xun and seeing the jar he held, her hand tremblingly supported by Housekeeper Liu, her gaze deliberately avoided looking at the jar. Housekeeper Liu noticed this scene as well, taking in everything quietly as he dutifully supported the old madam out of the hall. Two people remained in the hall. Bao Shaojin returned to his seat, glanced at his younger brother not far away, then looked at what Bao Xun held, speaking in a cool and hard tone, "Is this your plan?" If he hadn’t met An Yin, Bao Shaojin might have asked, "Haven’t you let go?" But now with a girl on his mind, his mood had undergone a complete change. "Yes." Bao Xun’s demeanor was calm, yet his eyes like a still pool of water, devoid of ripples. Bao Shaojin looked at his brother in front of him, unable to decipher anything from his calm face. But knowing his brother as well as he did, Bao Shaojin was certain his brother had a hidden plan. "In our own home, feel free. Sit down!" Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes held a hint of probing. "No need." Bao Xun declined his brother’s kindness. Then, as if remembering something, a smile appeared on his lips, "Brother, you’ve also found someone you love, haven’t you?" Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚑𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚑𝙣𝙚𝙩 Hearing his brother’s words, Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes flickered with a trace of melancholy. He neither admitted nor denied it. Bao Xun, seeing his brother’s reaction, smiled wider and said, "Congratulations, Brother. I once thought you’d live like a tool your whole life, but I didn’t expect you’d find someone you like." Bao Shaojin maintained a solemn expression, only his younger brother dared to tease him face-to-face, and he shifted the topic, "Are you staying here tonight?" To Bao Xun, his elder brother gave the impression of being self-disciplined and rigid. From a young age, whether in studies or career, his brother’s talent was something he couldn’t match. For a while, he even admired his brother immensely until he went to college, seeing his brother like a robot, constantly engrossed in company matters. It dawned on him, did he truly envy his brother? Until he met a girl... back then, he felt like he owned the world. Later, his world collapsed, leaving only his shell existing in the world. In the silent atmosphere, Bao Shaojin sat nearby, an innate sense of presence that instilled a slight fear. Yet, for Bao Xun, it was an exception. Having faced life and death, he held a transcendent view of what he saw and heard. "Regarding the burial, I’ll try to convince her." Bao Shaojin’s deep dark eyes looked at Bao Xun, "Let her rest in peace soon!" "Thank you, Brother," Bao Xun said sincerely, holding the jar tighter, and slowly bowed his head, showing a hint of emotional shift on his composed face. "Let me know on the burial day," Bao Shaojin said, watching his stiff brother, feeling a degree of sentiment. The once cheerful youth was gone forever. Bao Shaojin stood up and headed towards the exit. Just as he took a step, Bao Xun’s trembling voice came, "Brother, protect your loved one." In fact, there was something else Bao Xun didn’t say—his brother’s obsessive and focused nature. If faced with his situation, his brother’s reaction would probably be more intense and uncontrollable... Bao Shaojin halted, lightly patting his brother’s slender shoulder as he passed by, then strode out. When Bao Xun was alone in the room, he slowly raised his head, his gloomy eyes tinged with crimson... "Chuchu, I’ve brought you home!" His low murmuring echoed in the vast hall.