1419: He missed not just a decade and a half.

He missed not just a decade and a half.

She blushed.1

Honestly, she felt rather shy knowing that her picture was being used as a wallpaper.

It was quite awkward, in fact!

Thus, she requested timidly, "Can you change it?"

He was surprised and quizzical. "Why?"

"I feel… embarrassed!" She covered her face but still could not conceal her two blushing cheeks.

The man was stunned at first before he broke into an uncontrollable chuckle. Plucking his brow in amusement, he teased, "Tsk, tsk! Sister also knows how to feel shy!"

"Xiao Jie!" She protested coyly with pouted lips and feigned being upset, although her eyes revealed mirth. "Just change it; I feel so embarrassed!"

Her brother did not take it to heart. With his thin lips curved in mirth, he said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Sis is so pretty. I replaced my wallpaper because I want to see you before I sleep every day, as well as the first person I see when I wake up."

Her face turned redder after he said that. She looked even more captivating as she dipped her eyes and covered her face in shyness.

Somehow, as he watched her, he started to feel jealous of Youyou unknowingly.

That little lad had kept this secret from him for more than a year after joining Hurricane Group. He really did not expect that genius-of-the-century to be his nephew.

Still, despite his displeasure, he could let it pass when he considered how that little fellow had protected his mother stoically when he was not around.

The pair spent that whole afternoon in the dessert store in this way.

They casually chatted, though more often, it was Yun Shishi doing the talking while the man sat across the table, listening quietly with his hands propping his chin.

However, she never mentioned the event that had occurred when she was eighteen and totally avoided discussing her son's biological father.

Since she did not want to talk about it, her brother did not pursue the matter, either.

Actually, if he really wanted to find out, he would have the means to check. In fact, he could find out everything, big and small, that happened in her twenty-four years of life if he wanted.

However, he would rather hear from her personally.

A trace of sadness lingered in his heart.

An unceasing and bewildering sense of loss.

The more she talked, the more he realized how much he had missed in her life—much more than fifteen years of her life.

So much could happen in a decade and a half!

She was bullied in the welfare center and subsequently adopted at the age of nine. She went to a key junior high school at twelve, entered puberty at thirteen, followed by college, and then gave birth to a child at eighteen…

He could have witnessed all this from the start!

The more he listened, the more agitated he became.

He looked down, put a cigarette between his lips, and lit it in his usual manner.

A light whiff of cigarette scent permeated the air as the flame extinguished from the lighter.

He was not an addict; however, he would smoke one whenever he felt frustrated.

She was taken aback by his action.

She watched him as he sat elegantly across from her with a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He took another drag, and sparks flashed as he inhaled through his thin lips. Soon, a plume of light smoke could be seen scattering between his lips and nose.

Momentarily stunned, she unconsciously snatched the cigarette from between his fingers after his third puff and snuffed out the stick adamantly in an ashtray.

He was caught off guard. "Sis…"

"When did you learn how to smoke?" she chided unhappily. "Stop smoking."

He was a little shocked before bursting into a light chuckle.

She was still treating him as a kid apparently!

He looked at her wryly. "Sis, I'm a grown-up now."

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