The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart-Chapter 483 - 480 Does Dong Xiaoyou Have a Younger Brother?

"Is there some problem between you two? If you tell me, I can help you solve it. Why don’t you say anything? By not speaking up, you really make others worry about you," Hua Xiaomo asked with concern.

After thinking for a while, Wen Yajun decided to tell her, "It’s Dong Jiahao, Dong Xiaoyou’s brother, who’s causing us some concern. That’s why I’m not planning to marry Dong Xiaoyou right now. I want to make sure her brother is settled first."

"Uh, Dong Xiaoyou has a brother? Who is he? How come I don’t know about him?" Hua Xiaomo thought of Dong Xiaoyou; she had never mentioned having a brother. No wonder her own brother, Wen Yajun, was bothered when he suddenly learned about it.

"Yes, Dong Xiaoyou has a half-brother from the same father. Right now, he’s working as a bodyguard at an elite school, which means he’s also a study companion. I’m a bit worried about him. Alright, Hua Xiaomo, I won’t chat with you any longer. I’m going to his school to check on him," Wen Yajun said before hanging up the phone.

Just thinking about Dong Jiahao, Dong Xiaoyou’s brother, gave him a headache. It truly was a worrisome issue.

Yes, Dong Jiahao was also working as a bodyguard for a young lady from a high-status family. Dong Xiaoyou had only recently informed him about this.

Besides this matter, there was another thing that troubled and worried him: Yu Hanxi. Yu Hanxi was the biological father of Dong Xiaoyou’s child.

Yu Hanxi had approached Dong Xiaoyou, which had slowed down their marriage plans. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Alas, his love life had always been so full of obstacles. He hadn’t expected this. Although he had been about to make a decision, these two issues had now caused a delay. He really couldn’t say what the future held for him and Dong Xiaoyou.

But under the current circumstances, he would keep trying hard to win back Dong Xiaoyou’s heart. No matter what, he felt that if Dong Xiaoyou returned to that man’s embrace, she would be hurt.

Not only would she be hurt, but her child would be hurt as well.

Thinking about these things gave Wen Yajun a headache. He then stopped dwelling on them, grabbed his car keys, left the Qi Imperial Court building, and sped off in a certain direction.

...

A black Audi stopped in front of a high school. The grandeur of its Triumphal Arch, adorned with a name formed by a few English letters, nearly made Dong Jiahao feel the urge to pee just sitting there.

And this Dong Jiahao was Dong Xiaoyou’s brother.

It was true he had never been to school, but that didn’t mean he was illiterate. He had read his fair share of disorganized medical books. Occasionally, English words would pop up in traditional medicine classics, and it wasn’t strange to find some scrawled symbols resembling either Indian or Arabic script.

Whether it was the Avatar coming to earth to mess with him or not, he had specifically stayed up several nights just because of these seemingly inconspicuous yet glaring foreign symbols.

"BoBa Super First High School..." Dong Jiahao’s mind immediately conjured an image of two large, undulating—well, *waves*—and his gaze shifted unconsciously to Ye Xiaoyu’s flat chest.

It made the fantasies in his mind somewhat shatter. *This* was what ’BoBa’ stood for? He thought, glancing again at Ye Xiaoyu. If *that* was ’BoBa’ (buxom), then women with truly ample curves might as well find a bathroom to hide in out of sheer embarrassment.

When Ye Xiaoyu met Dong Jiahao’s gaze, he quickly feigned nonchalance and looked away.

Ye Xiaoyu’s eyes reddened slightly, but she didn’t say anything when she looked at Uncle Chen.

"Dong Jiahao, the young lady is in your care. Take good care of her," Uncle Chen instructed.

Dong Jiahao waved at him listlessly. "Go on, go on."

As they reached the second floor and turned a corner, a strange scent suddenly assaulted their nostrils. Ye Xiaoyu, who was walking ahead, was abruptly yanked back by an arm. A tall and well-built figure completely shielded her.

"ACHOO!" The moment Dong Jiahao’s face brushed against the roses, he had an unpleasantly intimate encounter with them.

"Dammit! Who’s the idiot with a death wish messing with this crap? Don’t you know I’m allergic to pollen?" Dong Jiahao grabbed the large, fragrant bouquet of roses and hurled it down the corridor.

"Uh... my flowers..." A round-faced, crew-cut, stupefied guy watched the parabolic arc of the falling blooms, his face etched with dismay. "My beautiful love story... it hadn’t even begun its monologue, and now it’s met its demise! It’s... it’s all your fault!"

Looking at this idiot’s round face, Dong Jiahao finally understood what was happening. He slung the two backpacks over his shoulder and said with amusement, "If you’re going to give a monologue, you’ve definitely picked the wrong audience. Besides... even if I had peculiar tastes, you wouldn’t be it."

"HEE HEE HEE..." Ye Xiaoyu burst out laughing.

Dong Jiahao turned to look at her. Her smile, like a bright crescent moon, was particularly captivating. And those lively, sparkling big eyes of hers made one want to get up close and personal.

He was overthinking things. A nerve twitched in Dong Jiahao’s temple. He shook his head, stuffed one hand into his pocket, and followed Ye Xiaoyu into the Grade 12, Class 1 classroom.

Entering the classroom, Dong Jiahao felt as if he were walking barefoot through a grassy field—a bit prickly and not very comfortable.

Ye Xiaoyu, on the other hand, wore a bright smile and walked straight to the third row. "Brother Dong Jiahao, this is my seat."

"Oh." Dong Jiahao casually slung a pink backpack off his shoulder and surveyed the surroundings. Many seats were empty, but he wasn’t sure where he could sit.

Whispers started to reach him from the surrounding students, mostly speculative gossip about why Ye Xiaoyu suddenly had a follower.

Dong Jiahao’s eyes swept over the class, and he keenly noted the male students’ gazes on Ye Xiaoyu. Why were all their eyes practically shining?

Looking at Ye Xiaoyu, her face wore a gentle smile that, indeed, seemed to put her under a spotlight.

Dong Jiahao smirked awkwardly. He was beginning to understand the role of a study companion.

Soon, the bell rang. Nearly every seat was taken.

A middle-aged man with thick glasses, Teacher Zhang, entered. He glanced at Dong Jiahao. After briefly introducing Dong Jiahao to the class, Teacher Zhang casually pointed to a seat and said to Ye Xiaoyu, "Student Ye, he can sit over there."

Dong Jiahao walked to the last row. Before he could even sit down, the round-faced guy who would be his deskmate glared at him angrily. It was the same idiot whose roses he had thrown.

"Cut it out. I don’t bite. What are you so afraid of?" Dong Jiahao disdainfully curled his lip, a smirk playing on his breathtakingly handsome face. He slung his backpack onto the desk, his butt barely warming the seat as he sat down.

The idiot with the round face sprang to his feet. "I... I... I refuse to sit with him!"

All eyes in the class focused on them. The scene was quite comical, and many students began chattering and commenting.