Chapter 8 The Suit
Ji Chengzhou slowly picked up the bath towel from the sofa and wrapped it around his waist.
His eyes stayed locked on me.
He was acting strange that day. His stare was intense, fixed on me with a raw hunger I’d never seen before.
Was he in a bad mood and planning to take it out on me?
His arms were almost as thick as my thighs. I shrank back a little without thinking.
That made it seem like I was scared of him, so I straightened up and lifted my chest. “What are you staring at?”
“Ji Xinglan, this is the first time I’ve seen you in a suit. It fits you perfectly. You look good.”
The compliment made me secretly happy.
The suit was tailored, showing off my waist and hips, making my legs look longer. With the face I inherited from Mom—sharp, seductive—and frameless glasses, I looked like a real elite.
No one at the company that day seemed to see through me. They all appeared convinced by the act.
I finally felt like the older brother again and kept my face stern. “Ji Chengzhou, you’re not even answering Mom and Dad’s calls now? Are you seriously planning to cut ties with the family?”
Was it really necessary just because he wasn’t their biological son?
They raised him for years. How different could it be from being blood-related?
At home, I never had his privileges. Mom and Dad always listened to him. He was the real king of the house.
Ji Chengzhou held up his phone. “It’s dead.”
“Fine. Call Mom back later. I’m heading out.”
I’d seen him. Time to go.
Ji Chengzhou stood up quickly. “Don’t leave. Stay here tonight.” He added bait. “I set up the newest gaming rig in the study.”
My ears twitched. I was tempted. Shamefully.
But I remembered my promise to myself—to make something of myself, to make him see me differently.
I forced myself to refuse. “No. I have work to do when I get home.”
The Ji Xinglan of that day wasn’t yesterday’s. I felt like a professional.
“Stay and keep me company. I’ll handle your work.”
He paused, then softened his voice. “Please? Older Brother~”
I wanted to say no.
But he called me Older Brother.
He hadn’t called me that since high school.
“Fine,” I muttered.
I could start impressing him tomorrow. Same difference.