CHAPTER 6

Ten minutes later, a man wearing a light gray wool overcoat appeared downstairs at the company.

Younger brother Eric huddled in a short down jacket, his nose and the exposed part of his neck pale and translucent, eyes slightly red, looking quite cold.

Kris frowned, impatiently loosen the wool scarf around his neck.

Soon, the warmth with a hint of men's cologne enveloped Eric.

Eric, however, restlessly stretched his neck, "It's dry."

Kris stared, "Dare to take it off, and I'll beat you."

Eric shivered, behaving obediently.

Kris was indeed capable of delivering a beating.

At the age when seven and eight-year-old, Eric was much more delicate than other Aaron. The reason was that when he was not obedient as Aaron, his older brother would use various tools for violent education, making him well-behaved and compliant.

With a dominant father and brother, and a weak mother, it's no wonder Eric became infatuated with the gentle Brain. Once he fell for him, he wouldn't turn back no matter who tried to pull him away.

Kris grabbed Eric's hand without hesitation, and the icy grip made his complexion even worse.

Alternating between pulling off gloves and tossing them into Eric's arms, Kris mocked, "Is he so poor? Can't even afford gloves?"

Eric adjusted the scarf and revealed his mouth, defending himself, "I just don't like wearing them."

Indeed, Eric disliked wearing scarves and gloves, especially scarves, which made him feel uncomfortable after a while.

Eric wanted to say something more, but when he made eye contact with Kris, he immediately backed down.

"Speak up, continue speaking," Kris sneered, "I say one thing about him, and you can counter with ten. This is all you're capable of, picking up... even a stone and treating it like a treasure."

Playing Eric, Aaron said to the system during a break, "I suspect he wanted to say 'shit' just now."

The system thought Aaron was right.

Kris managed to hold back his words, apparently not wanting to start a quarrel with Eric right away.

He looked at Eric's reddened eyes and the wet traces on the side of his eyelashes. "...Did you have a fight with him?"

Eric was a size smaller than Kris. His two hands could fit into one of Kris's gloves to keep warm. "No, just feeling a bit uncomfortable in my stomach."

Kris raised an eyebrow, "Didn't have breakfast?"

Eric smiled, "Trying to lose weight."

"Lose what?" Kris pinched his waist, "Skinny as a stick, is that good-looking?!"

Eric was pinched and jumped a bit, acting cute, "Brother."

"Brother, brother, It's so hard being your brother." Kris put his hands in his pockets, "Still not having soy milk? How about some porridge?"

He looked around casually and asked, "Where did you park the car?"

Eric replied naturally, "He went to work. I took the bus."

Kris paused for a moment, his eyes widened, and Eric, sensing trouble, hugged his head and moved five steps away.

Kris really wanted to give him a good beating to teach him a lesson. But now it was time for work, and they were at the company's entrance. Kris had to consider his image, so he quickly walked up, hooked his arm around Eric's neck, and pulled him back into his embrace. "Why run?"

Eric thought he was about to get beaten, and fearfully shrank his neck, "Brother, there are people."

Noticing the anxiety in his brother's eyes, Kris softened a bit, and the arm around his shoulder loosened slightly.

Even so, Kris couldn't help but taunt him mercilessly, "Eric, you're really something. You've become quite adept at keeping a little white face. If you work harder, you can earn a set of housing, food, clothing, and transportation. By then, he can handle the inside, and you can handle the outside. He can embroider, and you can farm. You two can live happily ever after. How wonderful."

Eric lowered his head, "Brother, don't say that. He needs a means of transportation to go to work, and I stay at home all day, so I don't need it."

Kris, angered, almost exploded, but thinking about Eric saying he had a stomachache, he held back the fire.

He pulled Eric towards the porridge shop, "What kind of porridge do you want? Preserved egg and lean pork porridge, plain congee?"

"Fried eggs and lean pork porridge."

"Your taste is quite picky."

"Thanks, brother."

"Thanks for what? Fried egg and lean pork porridge will make you beautiful. If your stomach is uncomfortable, drink millet porridge obediently."

After a few sips of hot porridge, Eric's pale face regained some color. Apart from the reddish nose, his cheeks had already restored their rosy glow, making him look particularly pinchable.

Kris took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and prepared a vinegar dish for him, "Why did you come to me?"

Before Eric could speak, Kris quickly said, "If it's something about him, please spare me the trouble."

"It's not about him... well, it's related." Eric picked up a crab roe bun, looking somewhat hesitant. "Brother, don't tell Mom and Dad about this, okay?"

Kris remained expressionless, "Depends on the situation."

Dipping the bun into the vinegar, Eric whispered, "Brother, do you have any spare houses?"

Kris raised an eyebrow, "What do you want to do?"

Eric hastily waved his hand, "That's not what I mean, brother. I just want to borrow your place to stay for a week, just me, no one else."

Kris asked, "Did you two really have a fight?"

Eric looked somewhat lonely, biting the bun and said vaguely, "No, his parents are coming, and he wants me to stay away for a while."

Kris slapped the table with a loud bang.

The sound caught the attention of half the people in the shop.

Kris didn't care, "His parents don't know about your relationship with him?!"

Eric hesitated and immediately spoke up for Brain, "No, no. Old Yang's parents have been frugal all their lives. They definitely wouldn't want to stay in a hotel. I moved out to make it convenient for them..."

"I didn't ask about that!" Kris didn't listen to Eric's explanation at all. "Just tell me, does he have any intention of introducing you to his parents?"

Eric stirred the bottom of the bowl with a spoon.

"...Not clear yet?!"

"He hasn't made up his mind..."

"No, when does he plan to make up his mind? Wait until he gets married and has Aaron, or until he passes away peacefully?"

Eric remained silent, refraining from defending that person for once.

Seeing his brother's dejected appearance, Kris's heart softened for a moment. He raised his hand to touch his head, but the hand hung in the air for a while before landing on the back of his head with a not-too-light pat, causing Eric to shrink his neck.

Eric said, "If it doesn't work, I can stay in your office."

Kris was impatient, "...Stop thinking nonsense, let's eat."

Eric looked up, "Don't let Mom and Dad know..."

"With this messed up situation, it's only a matter of time before Mom and Dad find out." Kris was not polite, "You're on your own with this mess."

After that, he took out his phone and went out to arrange a place for Eric to stay.

Aaron quietly lowered his head to bite into a crab roe bun, the rich crab flavor mixed with the sour fragrance of vinegar spreading in his mouth, piping hot and slightly scalding.

In the previous life, Eric didn't come to Kris for help and stayed at a friend's place for a week.

He always felt that his family protected and controlled him too much. However, he didn't realize that what he lost was a fortress that would always be willing to shield him from wind and rain.

When reviewing the memories of the original owner, Aaron deliberately adjusted the timeline a bit and saw Kris dealing with Eric's affairs overseas after his death.

He went to the hospital and saw his younger brother's cold body.

Eric had almost cut off half of his wrist.

...With such a deep cut, how did he manage to do it?

Thinking like this, Kris, who had calmed down, took a taxi back to the Brain family and bought a kitchen knife on the way.

Later, he almost used a kitchen knife to chop down the gate of the Brain family. However, sensing that something was wrong, Brain and his parents promptly hid inside the house, not responding to all of Kris's hysteria and calling the police.

Harassing a private residence is a very serious offense abroad. The police quickly arrived, rushed to the scene, and subdued Kris.

When he was forcibly pressed to the ground, half of Kris's face was covered with hot sand and stones under the sun.

He had calmed down, but he could only murmur one sentence repeatedly, his voice filled with pain.

"...My brother is only twenty-seven, not even thirty yet."

After making the call, Kris returned and pulled out a chair, "You're moving out next week, right?"

Aaron looked at him.

Soon, that face covered with beard, dirt, and dark blood separated from this spirited face.

Walking out of that emotional state, Aaron successfully transformed back into Eric. He nodded obediently, "Yes."

"I sent you the address on Ins. After we eat, I'll have my driver, Rosy, take you home. Let me know when you're moving. Rosy is tight-lipped and won't talk nonsense to Dad." Kris said, "After you go back, don't tell Brain that you came to see me. Just say you're living with a friend outside."

Kris, when doing serious business, was always efficient and straightforward, with a mix of delicate thoughts. But he rarely brought this attitude into his daily life. To Eric, he was just an older brother with a sharp tongue and ruthless actions, but in reality, he was a big brother with a surprisingly soft heart.

In other words, his attitude now indicated that he realized the seriousness of the issues between Eric and Brain and had started to care.

Before leaving, Kris left the scarf and gloves for Aaron.

Not long after Rosy sent him away from the company, Aaron took the initiative to ask to get off the car.

"You probably still have things to do, go ahead." Aaron said, "I know the way back. Tell my brother that I ate too much and couldn't sit still, so I went for a walk to aid digestion."

After getting off the car, Aaron raised his head and saw the headquarters building of "SDT Entertainment."

This was the entertainment company where Tang Huan signed. After a series of packaging, Tang Huan had become one of the rising stars in the mainland music scene and was undoubtedly the ace of SDT Entertainment, holding the position of the top female singer.

The system asked, "What are you doing here?"

Aaron looked around, "Just taking a look around."

Away from the audience, Aaron once again transformed into Aaron.

He loosely tied the scarf, walked to a spot, exuding a mix of heroic and lazy aura, catching people's eyes.

Regardless of whether it was a singer or an actor, they had undergone long-term etiquette training, and there was a clear difference from ordinary people. Eric himself had a good appearance, being a clean and handsome young man, and Aaron's temperament injected vitality into this slightly immature handsomeness.

Standing by the roadside, Aaron occasionally attracted the attention of passersby. Seeing this scene, the system suddenly had an idea, "Mr. Aaron, I have a suggestion: why not try being an actor? How about that?"

He had talent. In this world where the entertainment industry was highly developed, if he chose to become an actor, he would undoubtedly have great potential.

Upon hearing the system's suggestion, Aaron responded indifferently, "A good idea."

Aaron's noncommittal attitude made the system speculate that he might not have that intention.

Indeed, Aaron said, "For me, acting means truly and thoroughly becoming that person, which is the greatest respect for that person."

He looked up at the SDT Entertainment building and casually said, "This is Eric's life. I have to live it the way Eric wants."

The system felt a slight movement in its heart.

... Aaron didn't seem as capricious and reckless as the system had imagined, not knowing the severity.

The system asked, "What are your plans next?"

Aaron remained silent, took a step forward, and walked away from the front of the SDT Entertainment building.

On the LED screen not far away, there was a large jewelry endorsement poster of Tang Huan, continuously scrolling and playing.

The Tang Huan incident was a huge turning point in Eric's tragic life. However, Tang Huan, due to this incident, skyrocketed in popularity and successfully completed her transformation.

Tang Huan and Eric, one as the protagonist and the other as the supporting role. The role of the supporting character was to use their dim light to highlight the other's dazzling brilliance.

But in Aaron's world, he was accustomed to being the protagonist.

Aaron muttered to himself, "Since that's the case, let see what we can do."