The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress-Chapter 92 - 091: He has the right to know the truth

"It's nothing." Shi Wei struggled free from his grip, pointing toward the room next door to divert his attention. "Let's go eat popsicles."

"When did you buy popsicles?" Sure enough, Shi Yin's thoughts were led astray by him.

Shi Wei smiled. "Not telling you."

"Brother, you're doing this again!"

"..."

Since then, even though Shi Yaoyu would often come by to stir trouble, Shi Yin, who had learned his lesson once, no longer fell for it. In fact, except for Shi Wei, he no longer wanted to get close to anyone.

After eleven years of living together daily, their bond deepened, becoming as close as true brothers.

That was until he turned fifteen, when Shi Beiming revealed to him the truth of his origins.

The so-called story of being a friend's orphan was all lies. The man he'd called Uncle Shi for eleven years was actually his biological father.

And his mother?

His mother turned out to be nothing but a mistress—a woman who abandoned him at an orphanage after giving birth, leaving him to suffer four years of torment and bullying there.

How ridiculous.

Shi Yin's lips curved into a mocking smile, his slightly reddened eyes brimming with disappointment.

His throat felt dry. "Why are you telling me this now?"

Shi Beiming sighed softly. "Back then, I concealed your identity because Little Wei was too young, and I feared he'd be unable to accept it."

Before Shi Yin could say anything, he continued, "The Shi Family has a rule where property distribution is done when the children turn sixteen. Little Wei is almost sixteen now, and you've grown up too, so—"

"Enough!"

Shi Yin slammed the table and stood up abruptly, shouting, "Shi Beiming, you're disgusting." Throwing this sentence at him, he stormed out, unable to bear it anymore.

Shi Yin locked himself in his room, crouching in the corner. Having never drunk alcohol before, he now clutched a beer bottle, pouring it furiously into his mouth.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, but at the thought of Shi Wei's words, "We boys can't cry," he hastily wiped them away in a panic.

After finishing the last bottle of beer, he hugged his knees, burying his head low—like a puppy discarded by its owner, his whole body radiating sadness.

"Shi Yin, are you in there?" Someone knocked at the door, and the familiar voice immediately followed.

Shi Yin suddenly felt some fear. He stared blankly at the doorway, unable to respond.

Perhaps sensing something wasn't right, Shi Wei didn't wait for permission and directly pushed the door open.

Seeing the beer bottles strewn across the floor, he quickened his pace significantly. "Shi Yin, what's wrong?" Shi Wei frowned, staring at him with a face full of worry.

Shi Yin averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. "It's nothing."

Shi Wei sat down next to him and carefully recalled recent events, finally arriving at a conclusion. "You weren't rejected by that girl, were you?"

Lately, the school had been buzzing with rumors that Shi Yin liked a certain beauty in his grade. It wasn't something Shi Wei had inquired about, leaving him to deal with it himself.

Never did he think Shi Yin would start drinking because of a girl.

"What girl?" Shi Yin asked instinctively, somewhat unclear about his meaning.

Shi Wei curled his knuckles and knocked him lightly on the forehead in annoyance. "Looks like you really drank too much."

"Brother, why did you hit me?"

Shi Yin held his forehead. Already feeling dizzy, the light knock made the room's furnishings spin even more intensely.

"Don't drink so much next time; it's bad for you." Shi Wei sighed lightly, pulled him to his feet, and tossed him onto the bed. "Rest for now. I'll call you for dinner later."

After Shi Wei left, Shi Yin turned to his side, covered his head with the blanket, and curled into a ball.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back, letting his tears soak the pillow.

The day before Shi Wei's sixteenth birthday, Shi Yin took the initiative to find Shi Beiming.

He stood by the desk, hands tucked into his pockets, looking hesitant to speak.

"What do you need?"

Ever since Shi Yin had scolded him, Shi Beiming's attitude toward him had changed.

Most of the time, he ignored Shi Yin whenever possible, his tone even carrying a faint impatience, as it did now.

But Shi Yin didn't care about him and naturally wouldn't feel hurt in the slightest. He looked at Shi Beiming indifferently. "Will you tell my brother about it?"

"Little Wei has the right to know the truth."

Despite being mentally prepared, Shi Yin couldn't help but feel nervous deep down. "When are you planning to tell him?"

"What are you worried about?" Shi Beiming folded the newspaper in his hands and set it aside, his brows lifting slightly. "Once he knows you're real brothers, he'll be happy."

Shi Yin let out a faint sneer. "Maybe."

He himself hadn't been happy after being kept in the dark by this so-called "father" for so many years. How could his brother possibly be happy?

After the brief conversation, Shi Yin had just stepped out the door when he ran into the last person he wanted to see at that moment.

The basketball rolled to Shi Wei's feet, and the two exchanged silent looks.

The "Brother" stuck in Shi Yin's throat stubbornly refused to come out.

No one knew how long they stood there like that before Shi Wei let out a bitter smile, kicked the basketball aside, and ran off.

"Brother..."

Watching his back, Shi Yin softly called out, but he didn't chase after him.

It was his hesitation that trapped him in years upon years of nightly nightmares afterward, suffocating him.

He fell into a vicious cycle of guilt and regret from which he couldn't escape.

He was ashamed—ashamed to call him brother again, ashamed even to see him.

Aside from avoiding him, he couldn't think of a better solution.

But when he was about to leave the country, Shi Wei left first, taking away the happiest memories they had ever shared.

**

The car stopped at the company entrance, and Shi Yin pulled himself out of his thoughts.

He touched the "Peace Rope" that Shi Wei had once given him, hidden under his sleeve, and took a deep breath.

Shi Yin pushed open the office door, and upon seeing the person sitting on the sofa, the softness on his face instantly vanished.

"What are you doing here?" He walked straight to the chair behind the desk, stealthily tucking the blue file into the cabinet by his feet.

Shi Yaoyu leaned against the back of the sofa, the corners of her lips curving faintly. "I heard you ran into trouble with a project, so I came to bring you some money."

"I don't need it. You can leave now." Shi Yin wasn't in the least surprised that she knew about this.

Since the day he started his company, she'd always been lurking behind him, keeping tabs.

"Don't be so stubborn. We're family, after all. Unlike that cold-blooded person who sits by and does nothing." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

She had a guileless expression, but to Shi Yin, it hid countless knives.

Shi Yaoyu was not only ambitious but also ruthlessly opportunistic. If she was truly trying to help him, something was definitely off.

Shi Yin raised his brow. "Stop playing games with me. What do you really want?"