Qi Jingren openly and honestly got together with Qin Shaobai. In their view, whether the road ahead is bumpy doesn’t matter; what’s important is the storms they’ve weathered together and the time they’ve spent together.

Qi Jingren invested one dollar in Song Zhike’s new game development. Of course, a big reason Song Zhike allowed her to invest was because of Qin Shaobai. After all, they’re brothers, so letting the brother’s wife snag a bargain seems just right.

"Within half a year, you need to turn that one dollar into a hundred thousand." Qin Shaobai even gave him a crucial demand.

"Why don’t you just go rob someone?" Song Zhike rolled his eyes. An investment of one dollar yielding a hundred thousand—why doesn’t he ever get such good luck?

"At worst, I’ll give you a few more billiard rooms." Qin Shaobai was rather straightforward. Seeing Song Zhike still looking displeased, he added another condition: "In the future, when you get old, I’ll take care of you."

Song Zhike: "I’ll reluctantly accept the billiard rooms, but you raising me in the future, let’s skip that. You’re making it sound like I’m some kept man."

"You do look quite the part." Sitting next to him playing a game, Shi Tianjue silently chimed in.

Hearing this, Song Zhike threw the cigarette pack in his hand toward him, only for Shi Tianjue to catch it with a backhand, smoothly taking a cigarette from it and putting it in his mouth, pulling out a lighter to spark it up.

"Thanks." He tossed the cigarette pack back to Song Zhike, smoking and gaming simultaneously.

"Hey, when will you seriously find a woman to settle down with? You’re always swaggering around us like a rogue." Song Zhike remarked.

"Not considering it for now." Shi Tianjue replied.

"Zhike, don’t make it tough for him. You should know, not many women are fond of men like him. Already grown up yet still wearing red underwear." Qin Shaobai teased.

Song Zhike: "..."

Shi Tianjue glanced at Qin Shaobai, smirking mischievously, "What, have you seen them?"

"I don’t have such peculiar tastes." Qin Shaobai raised an eyebrow, "Your brother told me."

"Framing me again." Shi Tianjue took a deep drag of the cigarette, exhaled gently, a little smoke spilling from the corner of his mouth, then smirked, "But actually, he’s mocking himself too because we have the same hobby."

"Understood." Qin Shaobai laughed heartily: "Twins, generally speaking, have telepathy, so it’s normal for Jue to favor red underwear."

Song Zhike couldn’t help but laugh, and very loyally recorded the conversation between Qin Shaobai and Shi Tianjue and sent it to Shi Aoju.

When Shi Aoju received the recording, he was dining with Su Jiuyi, thinking it was business-related, and played the recording in front of Su Jiuyi.

Only halfway through the playback, Su Jiuyi awkwardly lowered her head, thinking it a bit odd for several grown men to discuss the color of their underwear.

She toyed with the cutlery on the table, waiting for Shi Aoju to finish listening to the recording, then looked up at him, trying to change the subject: "Uh..."

"Do you know what color I like?" Shi Aoju interrupted her before she could finish.

"I don’t know." Su Jiuyi replied quickly, almost as if to deny too much.

"Hmm?" Shi Aoju squinted his eyes, looking at her with a deep gaze.

"I know a little..." In front of Shi Aoju, Su Jiuyi couldn’t keep any secrets, always feeling like he could see through her thoughts.