Diez años hacia el siempre

Capítulo 1

The Two-Faced

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*Younger brother, younger brother, younger brother, younger brother; seemingly innocent but actually cunning, with a stubborn and unscrupulous nature.

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*Pseudo-brotherly romance, Shen Zhifei (top) x Song Lang (bottom)

"Your black underwear looks really sexy today. Just thinking about it with my eyes closed makes me hard."

This is the Nth anonymous harassing text message that Song Lang has received.

He couldn't take it anymore and dialed the number. The moment the call connected, he burst out cursing, "Whoever you are, don't let me find you, or you're dead!"

After a long pause, his mother's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you looking for a beating? Zhifei is your brother, how can you talk to him like that?"

Song Lang froze.

Shen Zhifei is a two-faced person, Song Lang thought, and he should have realized this from the first day they met as children.

Chapter 001

Song Lang was 9 years old when he first met Shen Zhifei.

He ran and skipped home from school, threw his schoolbag on the ground as soon as he entered the door, and rushed to the refrigerator to eat an ice pop.

Normally, his mother would scold him for behaving like this, but not that day. Instead, she kindly invited him to the living room.

Song Lang strolled over with an ice pop in his mouth and found his parents sitting on the sofa, his mother holding a little boy in her arms.

The little boy was a bit small, with fair skin, big eyes, and a cute hairstyle.

Even when his mother was holding him in her arms, he still stood up straight, looking a little uneasy.

"Whose little brat is this?" Song Lang walked over and gestured with one hand on the top of the child's head, which was only up to his own nose.

His mother glared at him and said, "You're just a little kid too."

Song Lang stuck out his tongue and made a face.

His father, Song Lifeng, called him over and pointed to the child, saying, "His name is Shen Zhifei. He is eight years old and will live with us from now on. He is part of our family."

Song Lang was taken aback. "What was it called again?"

His mother said, "Shen Zhifei. 'Zhi' as in 'knowing,' and 'fei' as in 'very.'"

Song Lang glanced at his mother, then at the child, and asked with a chubby face, "Mom, is this your illegitimate son? He doesn't really look like it."

His mother's surname is also Shen. Could it be that this child is the result of his mother cheating on his father many years ago? Oh no, what if his parents get divorced?

While Song Lang was lost in thought, he was hit on the back of the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Don't worry about it," Song Lifeng pushed him forward. "From now on, you'll treat Zhifei like your own younger brother and protect him, understand?"

"Oh." Song Lang rubbed the back of his head, wondering what was going on.

At this moment, Shen Zhifei, who had been silent all along, walked over, took his hand, tilted her head slightly, and called out "Brother".

Song's parents immediately smiled. Look how sensible and lovable this poor child is!

Song Lang looked down at the little kid in front of him. His eyes were big and bright, and he was as pretty as Qianqian from the next class. You could like him at first glance.

When Shen Zhifei saw that he did not respond, she called out "brother" again.

Yes, her voice is quite nice too.

Song Lang was kicked from behind by his father. He quickly smiled, grabbed the other man's hand, and replied, "Little brother, I'll protect you from now on!"

Shen Zhifei returned his smile, then turned and called out "Mom and Dad" to the two people on the sofa.

Song's parents were overjoyed, calling Shen Zhifei "good son" repeatedly and hugging him tightly.

Song Lang did not feel that he was being neglected.

When someone calls you "brother," doesn't that mean your status has been elevated?

So he was quite happy.

While his parents were busy preparing the meal in the kitchen, Song Lang strolled into the room next to his own, which the Song family had specially prepared for their new son.

Shen Zhifei was sitting at his desk by the window, writing something.

He sat upright with his back to the door, completely unaware that anyone was there.

Song Lang, seized by a mischievous impulse, tiptoed closer like a thief, then suddenly jumped onto the edge of the table and shouted, "Hahaha, did I scare you?"

Shen Zhifei was indeed frightened; her little face turned deathly pale.