Cannon fodder fake master was stunned after being reborn

Chapter 65.1

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The atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

Jian Zhi gasped and said, "Okay, then explain, what are you and Shen Xingsui doing here?"

"I...we..."

Shen Xingsui interrupted, and began to say, "What? You can't see what we are doing here?"

Jian Zhi turned his head to look at Shen Xingsui, and saw the suitcase he was holding in his hand, and immediately became vigilant, "What are you carrying?"

"My own things, what else?" Shen Xingsui rolled his eyes in exasperation. His eyes were hostile when he looked at Jian Zhi. His voice also became more sinister. "Jian Zhi, let me ask you, did you take the things in my dark room?"

Jian Zhi's eyes flashed unnaturally, but it faded away quickly, and he retorted, "So what if I did? Who are you telling me not to?"

"That's my thing." Shen Xingsui said this sentence from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't control his anger as it bubbled up from his chest. " You clearly know that I cherish these things very much, why do you do this?"

Jian Zhi looked at Shen Xingsui's flushed eyes, and heard his resentful tone. His heart trembled inexplicably, but at the same time, his heart rose again in a some twisted sense of revenge.

He destroyed them because of one main reason: he hated Fu Jinxiao.

That person was too dazzling. He stole Jian Zhi's limelight, resources, fans, popularity, everything. If he didn't blocked his way in this circle, Jian Zhi would be at the very fucking top of this industry.

But he also resented Shen Xingsui.

Why did this "younger brother" of his, who has such a shitty personality with zero achievement, have so much musical talent? How was this troglodyte able to thrive in this circle?

Shen Xingsui had an inferiority complex, so he shouldn't be confident. He should be Jian Zhi's loyal follower forever. He should be so desperately aware of his own incompetence!

Jian Zhi almost growled in his frustration. Emphasizing every word clearly. "Yours? How so? I think you made a mistake, Shen Xingsui, the money you used to buy all of this junk was our family's money. This room and this place are all ours. Since you are no longer worthy to be a member of the Jian family, I have the right to dump all of this trash where it all belongs. You have no right to take them back! This is the Jian family's property, you retarded thief!"

In Shen Xingsui ears, this sounded like a tired old joke. He heard a similar rant from Jian Kuo, exactly here, just last year. Now Jian Zhi spoke it again?

Even if he was still ready, Shen Xingsui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the grief and anger that he had been trying to suppress gathered together at this moment, in verge of exploding. His heart was tightly burdened as if it was being pressed down by something heavy. In an instant, a teardrop rolled down his cheek, but there was no sad look on his face, but a sarcastic chuckle.

Seeing him crying, Jian Zhi was inexplicably taken aback.

In fact, the moment Jian Zhi said these words, he also regretted it, but he didn't know what to say to take it back.

Shen Xingsui lowered his head, as if he was buffering some emotions, and then he said in a very low voice, "In this case, according to this logic, if I earn money from part-time jobs, the thing I bought with that money should be mine and mine alone, yes?"

Jian Zhi couldn't refute, so he could only respond as his heart beat rapidly, "Y-Yeah."

Shen Xingsui took a deep breath, walked to the cabinet next to his bed, and moved the cabinet back. It was a double-sided cabinet, and the side that was hidden was something untouched. He opened the door, and inside the cabinet was full of very familiar albums and CDs. It was Jian Zhi's music in physical form.