Addicted to My Cutie and Sweetie-Chapter 914: I Have an Older Brother

"When I was little?" Zhang Lingying was taken aback by his question, tilted her head and thought for a long time, but didn’t have time to answer as the waiter had already brought what they ordered.

Zhang Lingying picked up the Long Island Iced Tea in front of her and took a sip, her small face immediately scrunched up.

"There’s no wife in wife cake, and Long Island Iced Tea isn’t tea."

Leng Jian forgot she’s not familiar with this kind of place and let her order the drink herself.

Seeing her holding a Long Island Iced Tea and looking doubtful about life, he quickly swapped his ice beer for hers, "Drink mine; mine’s a bit lighter, or we could order something else."

"But I’ve already drunk from this one."

Zhang Lingying, after being jolted by the first sip, reconsidered and found it tasted pretty good. She stared intently at the Long Island Iced Tea Leng Jian took away.

Leng Jian, not particularly bothered, rotated the glass to avoid the rim she drank from, and took a sip.

Now sure her Long Island Iced Tea was taken, Zhang Lingying resigned herself to drinking ice beer.

She also recalled Leng Jian’s earlier question, "I don’t remember much from when I was little; most are after Dad adopted me. Before that, I hardly remember anything, but life at the orphanage was probably very similar."

Zhang Lingying never shied away from her background.

After being adopted by Professor Zhang, she lived well. Dad loved her and taught her many things.

She never felt like an orphan, never considered living in an orphanage as something shameful.

It’s just that Leng Jian suddenly called her out and asked such questions, leaving her with an indescribable feeling inside...

"Not a bit?" Leng Jian picked up his glass and took another sip.

Even though it was a simple question, he seemed to ask with a lot of pressure, his hand gripping the glass tightly, fingertips turning white.

Zhang Lingying thought carefully and answered, "Not completely. The memories are blurry. Some things sometimes feel like the past, sometimes like a dream, and I can’t distinguish them."

Leng Jian: "What things?"

Zhang Lingying propped her cheeks with both hands, blinked, and answered casually, "I always felt like I had a brother."

"Bang—"

The glass in Leng Jian’s hand suddenly slipped onto the table, not broken but the drink spilled out, pooling into a stream, dripping down the edge to the ground.

A lot splashed onto Leng Jian’s pant leg, but he didn’t react, just stared blankly at Zhang Lingying.

"Your pant leg is wet!"

Seeing him knock over the glass, Zhang Lingying quickly raised her hand to call the waiter to clean up and grabbed the tissue box to hand to him, "Wipe it quickly, or your pants will be soaked soon, and it’ll be uncomfortable."

Leng Jian, seeing the tissue handed to him, took it without much change in expression and started wiping the wine splashed on him.

They were seated in a corner by the window, and such a small commotion didn’t attract much attention.

The waiter quickly cleaned up the table, and Leng Jian ordered another Long Island Iced Tea, even apologizing to Zhang Lingying, "Sorry for spilling your Long Island Iced Tea."

Zhang Lingying paused, looked at him doubtfully, lifted her ice beer slightly, "This is mine; what you spilled was your own Long Island Iced Tea, no need to apologize to me."

Leng Jian: "..."

Leng Jian finally realized his blunder and tried hard to steady himself.