MHMWTTSBATUAS 408: Want to Hear Younger Siblings Call for Mercy
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Lin Hao lost his balance and knelt on one knee before he could steady himself, only to be kicked down again.
Hou Yirong's foot in leather shoes pressed against Lin Hao's head, crushing half of his face.
His voice was chilling, carrying a bloodthirsty aura: "You ignorant fool, don't you know where you are? Dare to lay a hand on me? Are you tired of living?"
To dare cause trouble on the Hou family's turf was clearly a sign of wanting to die faster.
Lin Hao gritted his teeth and remained silent, as if he were a mute.
Hou Yirong exerted force under his foot, and fresh red blood flowed from the corner of Lin Hao's mouth, his expression stubborn and incomprehensible.
Seeing that the other party still hadn't made a sound, Hou Yirong retracted his foot, his tone filled with either praise or mockery: "Quite a tough nut."
Hou Qiang immediately stepped forward, suppressing Lin Hao to prevent him from attacking their master.
Hou Yirong flicked away nonexistent dust from his sleeve, dressed neatly in a suit, not showing a hint of his previous rage.
He raised his gaze and looked at Hou Yunqiao leaning against the door, his tone mocking as he asked, "Third brother, what does the Su family want?"
"I don't know."
The third young master's voice was clear and gentle, like the comfortable breeze of the evening, carrying a touch of laziness.
Hou Yirong frowned, "Could the Su family be getting desperate?"
After frequently obstructing the recent actions of the Nangong and Su families, they had learned of Su family's small movements and clearly blocked them. Su family must have become completely furious, attempting to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Hou Yunjiao master glanced at Lin Hao, his gaze cold and sharp, "No, they don't have the guts yet."
Hou Yirong walked towards him, his tone casual, "So it's a probing attack?"
This time, Hou Yunjiao didn't speak, silently agreeing with his statement.
Hou Qiang held onto Lin Hao, who no longer struggled, and asked, "Second Master, Third Master, should we still deal with this person?"
Hou Yunjiao's thin lips slightly curled up, a hint of sharpness flashing in the depths of his eyes.
Lin Hao appearance was too abrupt, just a pitiful abandoned pawn from the Su family, an inconsequential existence.
It concerned the Su family, and he couldn't quite figure out their calculations.
Hou Yirong's lips curled up into a cruel and cold smile, "The garden at home hasn't been fertilized much in recent years. Even if he's a discarded pawn, we should make good use of his final worth."
Hou Qiang nodded slightly and looked at the man standing beside the second young master.
The third young master waved his hand at him, "Handle it as per usual."
"Yes—"
Hou Qiang dragged Lin Hao away, followed by two Hou family guards.
The figures gradually disappeared into the dim light.
Hou Yirong, Hou Yunjiao, turned and entered the room.
For them, Lin Hao was an inconsequential person, and he wouldn't create much of a ripple in their hearts.
"younger sister haven't come back yet?" Hou Yirong walked into the living room, not seeing the figures of Hou Zhi and Hou Chuan, guessing that Qin Ruan hadn't returned.
"She called earlier and said she's on her way back."
Hou Yunjiao walked to the nearby liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of unmarked red wine from the glass cabinet.
He raised the wine in his hand to Huo Yirong: "Second brother, would you like a glass?"
Hou Yirong raised an eyebrow, a playful expression on his face as he laughed, "Yao Yao, you've become more unrestrained. It's been years since I've seen you drink."
Hou Yunjiao frowned lightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Don't call me that."
When the old master called him Yao Yao, he could tolerate it to some extent. It pleased the old man, and that was enough.
But when others called him that, it always stirred a sense of resistance in him.
Yao Yao, this name, no matter how you listened to it, sounded like a nickname for a woman.
Hou Yirong shook his head, feeling disappointed. "I used to call you Yao Yao when we were young, and you could still respond with a straight face. Now, I don't even ask for your response, and you won't even let me call you that."
Hou Yunjiao stood behind a bar counter that was as big as a bar itself and poured two glasses of red wine.
He picked up one of the glasses and took a sip.
This wine was brewed by the Hou family's winery, but it was not sold to the public.
Or more accurately, the wines brewed by the Hou family's winery were never sold to the public.
Every holiday, various exquisite wines brewed by the Hou family's winery would be sent to the major families, aristocratic families, Hou family's business partners, and nobles from various countries who had dealings with the Hou family.
After taking a sip of the red wine, the third young master lifted his eyes, his temperatureless peach blossom eyes gazing at Hou Yirong as he approached.
When the wine glass was raised to his lips, Hou Yunjiao opened his lips slightly, "Rong Rong—"
"Poof!"
Hou Yirong had just brought the red wine to his mouth and hadn't tasted its familiar flavor when he sprayed it out directly.
Hou Yunjiao swiftly moved aside, picking up a tray from the table and holding it in front of Hou Yirong.
The fine red wine sprayed onto the tray, without reaching the liquor cabinet behind.
Hou Yirong wrinkled his nose, his deep and narrow eyes gazing at Hou Yunjiao, who had a calm expression and a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.
He complained, "Third brother, can you not disgust me?"
Rong Rong? What kind of nickname is that!
Hou Yunjiao swayed the wine glass in his hand, his voice filled with laughter, "Do not do unto others what you don't want done unto you."
If it were any other time, Hou Yirong would have surrendered.
But today, he was in a rare mood and teased, "What if sister-in-law calls you Yao Yao?"
Hou Yunjiao pressed his lips together lightly, his face blank,
That girl calling him by his nickname?
Until now, she has always called him "Third brother" when there's something and "Third Young Master" when there's nothing. It's unlikely she would use his nickname.
He shook his head at Hou Yirong, who had a teasing expression. "Ruan Ruan won't call me that."
"Are you sure?" Hou Yirong showed an eager expression.
The restless posture of Hou Yirong made the third young master furrow his brows. "Don't you dare tell her."
Hou Yirong's smile deepened on his face. "Then if I call you Yao Yao, will you respond?"
Hou Yunjiao glanced at him with an indifferent expression, as if he were an emotionless person.
The hand holding the wine glass seemed to exert some force.
It didn't look as indifferent as it seemed on the surface.
Hou Yirong laughed, not caring about his image, and shouted, "Yao Yao?"
Hou Yunjiao's gaze remained calm, silently watching him without saying a word.
He placed the wine glass on the table and lightly tapped the body of the glass with his slender and fair fingertips.
One tap after another, creating a clear and rhythmic sound.
This invisible pressure had no effect on Hou Yirong at all.
He grinned and said, "If you won't respond, I'll tell my younger sister that your nickname is Yao Yao."
The corners of Hou Yunjiao's lips curved slightly, looking down on him with an expression that clearly said, "Go ahead, give it a try."
The two brothers were well aware of each other's dark history, and when it came to poking at each other's sore spots, it was hard to say who would come out on top.
Hou Yirong could easily see the threat in the other's eyes. With just a single glance, he understood.
He pouted and shouted again, "Yao Yao?"
Hou Yunjiao averted his gaze, raised the glass at hand to his lips, and took a sip.
"Yao Yao?" Hou Yirong didn't give up and continued to call.
He thought this time he wouldn't get a response from his third brother, but unexpectedly, the other side spoke up.
Hou Yunjiao sensual lips curled up as he sneered, "Boring."
"Hahaha..."
Hou Yirong laughed heartily. This could also be considered a response. He got what he wanted.
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