The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 115: Zhan Jingmo’s Hatred

Chapter 115: 115: Zhan Jingmo’s Hatred

"Zhan Jingwen, what do you mean by that? I’m the second young master of the Zhan Family, and yet I can’t even compare to your friends? Do you think in your heart, I’m not even as good as a watchdog outside?"

Zhan Jingmo looked full of resentment, like a little wife abandoned by a heartless man, glaring fiercely at Zhan Jingwen, and even shot a resentful glance at Zhan Jingshu.

"Second young master, listen to what you’re saying, how could that be? The eldest young master actually still cares about you, every time you don’t come home, he asks about you several times..." The old butler Uncle Zhan hurriedly said, afraid the two would start arguing.

But unfortunately, Zhan Jingmo didn’t appreciate it at all: "Uncle Zhan, don’t say any more. Do I not know what kind of person Zhan Jingwen is? If he genuinely cared about me, it would only happen when the sun rises in the west."

Zhan Jingwen’s frown deepened: "Zhan Jingmo, look at yourself, what kind of behavior is this?"

"What kind of behavior? This is what the second young master of the Zhan Family looks like, so what?" Zhan Jingmo said while directly pointing at Zhan Jingshu, "Even a sickly person like him can stay at home, so why are you driving me out? Do you wish I would just die outside and never come back?"

"What nonsense are you speaking?" Zhan Jingwen was somewhat angry, "Are you really cursing your own brother like this?"

"Eldest young master, second young master..." The old butler Uncle Zhan still wanted to persuade, but unfortunately, neither of them was listening. He was getting anxious, thinking if only the Lady were here; as long as she was here, there would surely be a way.

The argument between Zhan Jingwen and Zhan Jingmo was getting more intense.

"Am I cursing? Is it me cursing? Zhan Jingshu was sickly since he was a child; otherwise, would you all be revolving around him every day? Didn’t you say he wouldn’t live past 18? But there are only a few months left, better serve him well, lest he dies by then, and you’ll regret not having the chance to serve him."

"Zhan Jingmo—" Zhan Jingwen slapped Zhan Jingmo across the face, "He’s your brother!"

Zhan Jingmo looked shocked. Although he had been disciplined by his older brother often since childhood, he had never been hit in the face like this.

But now, just because he said a few words, this older brother slapped him in the face in front of so many people?!

"Fine, fine, he’s your brother, but am I no longer Zhan Jingmo, right? I’ll die outside for you to see—"

Zhan Jingmo stormed out through the Zhan Family’s main door.

"Zhan Jingmo, stop right there!" Zhan Jingwen shouted.

But unfortunately, Zhan Jingmo didn’t stop, nor did he even look back.

The old butler Uncle Zhan hurriedly asked, "Eldest young master, should I send someone after him?"

"Follow what? He’s already an adult, what could possibly happen?" Zhan Jingwen’s voice was particularly cold, wishing he could rush out immediately, bring back that trouble-making, family-ignoring younger brother, and give him a harsh beating.

Clearly, when the younger brother was little, though a bit mischievous, he was still very cute. How did he become so annoying growing up?

Sure enough, the youngest brother was better. Although his health wasn’t great, and he was afraid of him, he wouldn’t argue with him.

Zhan Jingwen had no idea that this running away of the second brother would cause something, almost making him regret it for a lifetime.

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After leaving the Zhan Family, Zhan Jingmo went straight to a bar and drank heavily. When he came out, the moon and stars were scarce.

He drank until he was swaying, unable to recognize who was even standing in front of him.

A few fellow idlers suggested going to a hotel, but Zhan Jingmo was in a very bad mood today, completely uninterested, and pushed away the woman leaning on him: "Get lost! All of you get lost, don’t bother me—"

"Brother Mo, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so upset?" A young man also dressed in punk clothing approached, shaking his braided hair, "Alright, alright, let’s take you out for some fun."

The others laughed particularly lewdly.

"Fun my ass! I’m, I’m in a bad mood, nowhere, I’m not going anywhere... you all leave!" Zhan Jingmo pushed everyone away and leaned in the alley behind the bar, vomiting profusely.

And those fellow idlers were not too pleased being pushed away by him. If it weren’t for the fact that this guy had some money, they wouldn’t bother flattering him. Who did he think he was?

Hah!

"If he’s not going, he’s not going. Let’s go!" The one with the braided hair said to his brothers, a bit unhappily, "Don’t bother with him, let’s go."

"Yeah, alright!"

"Brother Braid, you’re treating?"

"Get some girls?"

...

As Zhan Jingmo kept vomiting, feeling particularly miserable, he squatted there and started crying.

"Boo hoo hoo... boo hoo hoo... Why? Why are you driving me away?"

"You are Zhan Family members, am I not?"

"Hiccup—"

"One doesn’t care about me, no one cares about me, hiccup, if nobody cares, then why was I born? Why..."

"Might as well be dead!"

...

Zhan Jingmo felt so miserable that he wanted to vomit his whole heart out, his stomach hurt, his head hurt, everything hurt.

He felt the whole world had abandoned him, since the day he was born, his birth was never expected. No matter how well he did, he always had an outstanding elder brother ahead of him, which he could never surpass; no matter how poorly he did, he had a sickly younger brother behind him, stealing all the attention, with nobody bothering to care about him.

How much of a failure was Zhan Jingmo?

Zhan Jingmo, feeling dizzy, somehow climbed to the top of a tall building, climbed onto the railing, and looked down at the dazzling lights below, laughing madly: "Hahaha... I’m superfluous! I’m superfluous! I, Zhan Jingmo, am superfluous..."

"Isn’t it true that even if I died, none of you would shed a tear? Maybe you’d even hope I’d die sooner, so I wouldn’t cause trouble every day, making you feel ashamed, right?"

He questioned the air in a frenzy.

It seemed like he saw his dad, his mom, his older brother, and his little brother, each looking at him coldly, not even wanting to acknowledge him.

His older brother even wanting to pull his little brother away: "Don’t bother with him, he’ll lead you astray!"

Then, he watched them leave in front of his eyes, no matter how much he shouted, they wouldn’t come back.

"Heh! Lead him astray? Zhan Jingshu, I lead you astray? Can I lead you astray? Hic... They even guard against me talking to you."

"Do you know? I envy you to death."

"Clearly, we are both their sons, both the younger brothers of the eldest, yet they fail to see my existence... Why?"

"Zhan Jingshu, is it that only if you die, they will see my existence?"

"Yes, I wish you would die, wish you would die..."

"Did you know, I’ve wished for you to die for a long time!"