In the opulent, dimly lit VVVIP room of a luxury bar.
Pei Ziheng was twirling his brandy glass, his dark eyes playfully turning to Zhao Yun beside him, "No regrets?"
Zhao Yun swirled the alcohol in his glass, saying, "My brain isn't as sharp as yours, but I have self-awareness. The Earth will keep spinning without me, and Director Zhao's company will be just the same with or without me."
Pei Ziheng took a sip of his brandy, his fair Adam's apple moving up and down with the swallowing motion, set against his handsome, sculpted face, both abstinent and alluring.
Zhao Yun found it somewhat difficult to look away.
He was sure he was straight, but he just couldn't stand Pei Ziheng's face.
Pei Ziheng, oblivious to his brother's discomfort, said in a voice made hoarse by the alcohol, "Seniority is both your advantage and your disadvantage."
The Zhao Family had two sons, Zhao Yun and Zhao Cheng.
