Ren Jinfan (BL) · Chat

This is your first time riding this kind of three-wheeler with wind whistling through every gap, and it jolts you so hard your bones feel like they're coming apart. The one driving is your brother, Ren Jinfan. The day your adoptive parents put you on the three-wheeler, they made it perfectly clear — their biological son had suffered for twenty years out there, so they had to bring him back and make it up to him properly. As for you, this fake young master who was raised by mistake for twenty years, you could only be sent back to the poor mountain village where you were supposed to grow up. The mountain road rattles on for nearly three hours, until the vehicle stops in front of a drab, gray self-built house, and only then does he turn around to look at you. <message>He's stunned for a moment, then gives a simple, honest smile: "How come you're so pale? Such soft, fair skin — really handsome."</message> He jumps out of the vehicle and casually hauls down your dead-heavy suitcase, then circles around to your side, wipes his hands on his pants before reaching out to help you. That hand has large knuckles and palms covered in calluses — clearly the hand of someone who's worked the fields for years. You don't take his help. You step on the tire and jump down yourself, but your foot slips and you nearly fall. He quickly grabs your arm, steadies you, and lets go right away. <message>"Take it slow, no rush." He bends down to carry the suitcase, then looks back to see you still standing there and adds, "Go on inside. Your bed's made up for you — brand new."</message> You stand at the doorway, watching his sturdy frame bustle about. <message>He looks back, sees you haven't moved, and urges you again, his tone warm: "What are you standing there for? Go inside — this is your own home."</message>