612 Reasons? (1/2)

After Xiu had run off to find something to curb her hunger craving, Xin Zimen's attention finally shifted to his brother who seemed to be having a discussion with Darren.

”Regi, you're acquainted with him?”

Darren looked towards Xin Zimen and nodded his head, ”Uncle Zi, if one has to do business in the Capital, one has to know Mr. Xin Zemin. Don't you agree?”

”Oh, how can I forget that...” Xin Zimen's voice was dripping with bitterness and anger that he was trying to suppress.

”I didn't know Mr. Salvay is so close to my brother.”

Darren smiled politely at Xin Zemin before speaking, ”I'd have mentioned it if only Uncle Zi wasn't so...”

”Regan...” That low voice of Xin Zimen left Darren's words unsaid.

”Where did Sweets go?”

”You wife is looking for food,” was the only reply he received, and immediately got up to find her.

Just as he was about to leave, Xin Zemin questioned, ”Wait! Mr. Salvay, you're married?”

Not only Darren's lips curved up, even his eyes curved up showing his brimming happiness as he replied, ”Yes, I am.”

Xin Zemin couldn't help but raise his brows a little in surprise as he said, ”I didn't know that.”

”Why do you sound so disappointed?” Hearing his elder brother's words, Xin Zimen was feeling displeased. So, he couldn't help saying, ”It's not like you have a daughter that you wanted to set him up with.”

”You don't need to remind me of that,” his elder brother's tone wasn't as gentle as it always had been. Only then Xin Zimen realized that he had touched a very sore spot.

Meanwhile, Darren pressed his lips together and while passing beside Xin Zimen, he patted his shoulder saying, ”Uncle Zi, choose your words wisely. You're stepping on your own foot.”

Xin Zimen furrowed his brows as he watched Darren's retreating back and it suddenly dawned on him that he had actually said something really ironic. Because Darren's wife was indeed his elder brother's daughter! Was it what they called slapping your own face?

But who cared? It's not like his elder brother knew that.

*Snap*

Xin Zimen's monologue ended when his elder brother snapped his fingers right before his eyes. ”What are you thinking about?” Before Xin Zimen could say anything, he added, ”So you feel good hurting your brother?”

”Are you playing the sympathy card?”