Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The handsome guy's name was Ethan Zhou. He was 28 years old, with a 104cm chest circumference, 192cm tall, but his fashion sense was stuck in his 50s.

Why did someone with the body of a 20-year-old have the soul of a 50-year-old?

I sat in the passenger seat, bombarding my dad with text messages.

Me: George Lin, why does your student dress exactly like you? And he talks just as bluntly too. Did you secretly have an illegitimate child outside and hide him from me?

Little Tip of the Iceberg (Dad's nickname): (A voice message)

Before my brain could process it, my fingers moved on their own—I hit the loudspeaker button without thinking. My dad's deep laughter filled the small space.

"Honey, how could you give your dad so much credit! Your dad's genes peaked with you—there's no way I could have a kid as good as Heng."

"Pfft." I clearly felt the person next to me hold back a laugh.

I need to move to another planet.

Ethan Zhou curled his lips into a smile. "No need to overreact. I'm only five years older than you. If I really were Miss Lin's illegitimate child, there probably wouldn't be you."

Why did it feel like he was calling me names in a roundabout way?

The corner of my mouth twitched. "How can you say such cold words with a 37-degree mouth?"

Sure, he was good-looking and successful in his career, but he was only a tiny bit better than me. Old Lin wouldn't abandon me just because of him.

Ethan Zhou glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. If he wasn't making fun of me, I had to admit the sight was quite pleasing to the eye.

"You don't look anything like Miss Lin."

What was with this guy? He kept saying "Miss Lin" over and over again, like he was Dad's real biological son.

My imagination ran wild. "Is this really the way to your place?"

He looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Why do I feel like you're going to take me to the mountains, sell me, and then take my place as Dad's son?"

Just then, the traffic light at the intersection ahead turned red. He stepped lightly on the brake, bringing the car to a slow stop, then turned to face me.

He propped his left elbow on the steering wheel, resting his cheek in his hand. The dimple on his lips caved in slightly, and his smile was both enchanting and creepy. "What if I said yes?"

This man really had the face of an angel and the heart of a devil.

I held my hands up in front of my chest, as if warding off an evil spirit. "I'm warning you! I'm my dad's only daughter. If you do anything to me, he'll never let you get away with it!"

At this, Ethan Zhou seemed to lose it—he suddenly burst out laughing. The sound was muffled, just like the deranged villains in TV dramas.

The next second, Ethan Zhou calmed down a little, sat up straight, and restarted the car.

"I'm not stupid enough to do anything on a busy road."

I let out a sigh of relief.

"But I did actually have that thought once."

My heart jumped back into my throat. Was it still too late to get out of the car?

His tone suddenly turned serious. "When I was a kid, my family was so poor I couldn't go to school. If it weren't for Miss Lin, I wouldn't be where I am today."

What? This handsome guy had such a tragic past? And my George Lin had actually done such a good deed?

All I knew was that Dad was the terrifying dean that all the kids feared. No wonder my pocket money was cut down during that time.

"So," he continued, "if you need anything, just tell me."

Now that he'd said that, I gained a little courage. "Then... what should I call you?"

Ethan Zhou: "My name is Ethan Zhou. You can call me Brother."

"Can I just call you Ethan Zhou then?"

Hearing this, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly—he clearly didn't like that address.

"No respect for elders."

I quickly backtracked. "I just think calling you Brother feels weird. After all, I'm an only child. I've never called anyone Brother before—it's too mushy."

"Suit yourself."

This damn guy!