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Chapter 2: Is This Really My Brother?
Zhou Xue froze, utterly incredulous.
It had been years since she’d heard her brother speak. The words he’d just said were so fluent—nothing like a fool, more like a perfectly normal person.
“Brother, you… you’re better?” she asked, hardly daring to believe it.
Zhou Tian looked over and smiled faintly. “My illness is gone. Don’t worry.”
Zhou Xue was overcome with shock and joy, emotions too tangled to put into words.
Zhou Tian turned to the three men in front of him. With a wave of his right hand, a powerful force surged forth!
Before the three could even see what was happening, they were all knocked down, spitting blood.
Zhou Xue watched, astonished. Zhou Tian seemed like a different person. Could this really be her brother?
“My sister is here today, so I won’t kill you,” Zhou Tian’s voice was icy, as if echoing from the depths of hell. “Go back to the Liu family and deliver a message. Within three days, I will turn the Liu family upside down, erase them from Ninghai. No one can stop me!”
The three men felt their souls trembling, overwhelmed by a terror they’d never known. That kind of pressure was utterly crushing.
Zhou Tian had just regained his memories, and he knew perfectly well what had happened these past years.
The death of Zhou Xue’s parents was definitely related to the Liu family. If he hadn’t woken up in time, Zhou Xue herself might have been violated.
The three men stumbled to their feet, supporting each other as they fled.
For the first time, Zhou Xue found her brother strange—her face was filled with confusion.
Zhou Tian turned to her, his voice soft. “Sister, you’ve suffered taking care of me all these years.”
At his words, Zhou Xue’s eyes reddened. She rubbed them and said, “Brother, I’m so glad you’re better. I can’t tell you how happy I am.”
Zhou Tian felt a stir in his heart.
In terms of age, he was over five thousand years old. He’d seen seas turn to mulberry fields, bonds formed and broken. Feelings had long since grown faint.
Yet the Zhou family had shown him kindness. He would repay that kindness a hundredfold, protecting the Zhou family for a lifetime.
Zhou Tian glanced around. “Where is this place?”
Zhou Xue replied, “It’s the suburbs of Ninghai City. The train station is nearby. Brother, I originally brought you here to see a doctor, but now that you’re better, we can go home.”
Zhou Tian nodded, then asked, “Would you like to stay and explore Ninghai?”
Zhou Xue hesitated, then shook her head.
Zhou Tian saw through her thoughts at once. Ninghai was a bustling city—any young person would yearn to explore it. The only reason she’d refused was that the costs here far exceeded those of their small town.
“What a sensible girl,” he thought.
“Xiaoxue, you won’t have to worry about money anymore. In Ninghai, whatever you want to do—whether it’s staying at the best hotel or living in the most luxurious villa—I can make it happen.”
Zhou Xue froze. Was her brother talking nonsense?
She asked cautiously, “Brother, are you really alright?”
Zhou Tian smiled faintly. He knew she wouldn’t believe him, so he said, “Xiaoxue, you don’t know Ninghai well, but I do. Let me be your tour guide today.”
In Zhou Xue’s memory, her brother had never been to Ninghai. How could he suddenly know it so well? But then again, since they were already here, a walk wouldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like sightseeing cost much, anyway.
Besides, her brother had just recovered—he needed to get out and relax.
She smiled. “Alright, then. Show me around, brother.”
Zhou Tian led her to the street, hailed a taxi, and they headed into the city.
Ninghai, after all, was a two-thousand-year-old city. Some old buildings remained, exuding an ancient charm.
As Zhou Tian looked at them, a flood of memories rushed back.
Zhou Xue was in a good mood when she suddenly remembered her live-streaming task and quickly pulled out her phone.
Since her parents’ death, their income had dried up. Fresh out of college with no job prospects, she’d turned to live-streaming to make ends meet.
With her good looks, sweet singing, and likable personality, she’d gained a small following on the platform, earning a few thousand yuan a month—enough to cover their daily expenses.
But the live-streaming industry had strict daily time requirements; failing to meet them would slash her earnings. So even if she wasn’t in the mood, she had to log on.
As soon as she opened the stream, over a dozen loyal fans joined.
Her online nickname was “Blushing Little Joy,” so viewers called her Little Joy.
“Little Joy, heard you took your brother to see a doctor. How’s it going?”
“Little Joy, where are you right now?”
Zhou Xue smiled at the camera. “Thanks for asking, everyone. I brought my brother to Ninghai for treatment, but before we could see the doctor, he got better on his own. I’m as surprised as you are.”
She turned her phone to Zhou Tian.
Chaos erupted in the chat.
“Can’t believe it—he recovered on his own? That’s a miracle!”
“If I hadn’t been following you for months, I’d suspect your brother was faking idiocy for attention.”
“Dude, what if he did fake it for months?”
……
Seeing the flurry of comments, Zhou Xue hurried to explain. “It’s true! I don’t know how it happened, but he’s better, and I’m so happy. And now he’s showing me around Ninghai!”
She panned the camera to their surroundings, and viewers instantly recognized the location as Ninghai.
Zhou Tian didn’t mind his sister streaming. He’d appeared in her broadcasts before, so her die-hard fans all knew about her “foolish” brother—and how close the siblings were.
As they walked, an old 1960s-70s-style house surrounded by a fence came into view, with tourists taking photos.
Zhou Xue asked curiously, “Brother, you said you know Ninghai well. What’s that house called? Does it have a story?”
Zhou Tian looked at it, his eyes filled with the weight of ages.
“That’s Li Mansion, built in the 1940s. I’m surprised it’s still standing after all these years,” he said.
“Li Mansion?” Zhou Xue blinked, unsure if he was telling the truth. She checked the stream, and sure enough, a viewer was commenting on it.
A user named “Sunset Dusk” wrote: “That’s indeed Li Mansion. Looks like your brother really is better—plenty of non-locals don’t know its history.”
Zhou Xue felt a surge of relief. As long as her brother was okay, that was all that mattered.
Zhou Tian went on, “Back in the day, when Yang Yanbao was still studying architecture, he brought his drafts to me late at night, asking for advice. I tossed out a few casual remarks, he took them to heart, and built this mansion. Never thought it’d survive this long.”
Zhou Xue froze. The chat exploded with ellipses.
One viewer: “Little Joy, your brother’s got quite the imagination. Li Mansion was built by Yang Yanbao, but he was a 1940s architectural master. Is your brother over a hundred years old?”
“Sunset Dusk”: “Little Joy, take back what I said earlier. Maybe you should still get him checked out.”
