Big Brother / Da Ge / The Unknown

Chapter 50

After he finished speaking, he slung his single-shoulder bag over his shoulder, got on his bike, and disappeared around the street corner in the blink of an eye.

The expressions of the two managers were as if they had just seen Osama bin Laden picking his nose — even though their eccentric boss hadn't said much from start to finish, he seemed pleasant and agreeable.

Mr. Wei being pleasant and agreeable? That was like Jurassic Park and doughnuts, two completely unrelated things!

At this moment, only San Pang felt calm... even stern.

He, from an observer's perspective, sensed a looming crisis — when did Wei Qian's family become so verbose?

Wei Qian used to live such a carefree life. If he wanted to eat fried dough sticks, he'd shout downstairs with the window open; if he didn't have any change, he'd just owe it; if he didn't feel like eating, he'd grab a handful of rice and throw it into the pot, boiling up a pot of congee. Even during the days when he rode his bike to school in the morning, he'd casually grab a corn cob from Grandma Song's pot, holding onto it with one hand while gripping the handlebars with the other, gnawing away. Although it had been several years, San Pang still had a vivid illusion.

Having spent so much time in the office, San Pang couldn't help but delve into deeper thoughts. Wei Zhiyuan felt like a quietly weaving spider, imperceptibly constructing an invisible web of order in their home. Everyone subconsciously adapted and obeyed — including Wei Qian, the head of the family.

San Pang had clearly seen Wei Qian's frown just now, and with their bond since childhood, he could read a message like "Huh? Why suddenly talk about leaving, such a hassle" from his eyes.

In the past, let alone the younger brother going out for a week, even if Wei Zhiyuan went abroad for a two-year Antarctic expedition, it wouldn't have been a problem. Whoever wanted to go wherever, as long as they didn't die outside and didn't come back, Wei Qian would probably even encourage them with some money — fewer nuisances around him meant more peace for him.

Things changed, imperceptibly.

Wei Qian got out of the car with the lunchbox, and San Pang hurriedly followed, accompanying him upstairs. He decided he needed to figure out what this was all about.

San Pang tentatively asked, "How come you've become a hands-off boss at home?"

Wei Qian sighed, "I just don't have the time."

San Pang half-jokingly remarked, "You can't be like this, Your Majesty. Your power has been usurped, don't you remember which way the door to the internal affairs chamber opens? Do you still know which brand of toilet paper your family uses, or how much the hourly maid earns?"

Wei Qian remained silent.

He really didn't know.

Back when Grandma Song was in charge, because she couldn't read, there were many things she didn't understand and couldn't handle, so Wei Qian had to be vigilant. Since Grandma Song fell ill, seemingly unnoticed by anyone, these matters had been taken over by Wei Zhiyuan. Wei Qian hadn't given them much thought since then.

San Pang shook his head. "It's over, Your Majesty. You can just wait to be overthrown."

Wei Qian smiled, not taking it to heart, thinking he was just joking around.

San Pang circled back and said, "Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask, your son is almost a junior in college now. Has he not brought a sister-in-law back to you yet?"

This kid just had to touch on that sensitive topic. Wei Qian's expression changed instantly. "Don't bring up that matter."

Looking around to make sure no one was there, San Pang followed Wei Qian into his office, one step at a time. "What's going on? Did he find a tasteless girl or a lioness from the East?"