Dorian Yu's Deceitful Game Chapter 2

Ten minutes ago, Dorian Yu was about to get off the car and refused the clothes that Uncle Conrad handed over. The journey was not long, so just walk faster. There was no need to make an old man suffer again.

Snowflakes fell on my face and melted into ice-cold water.

"Young Master, my wife has been in a bad mood recently. You must not get sick. If you get sick, my wife will probably feel uncomfortable for a long time." Uncle Conrad also wanted to hand him the clothes.

Dorian Yu was afraid that this kind of pushing and pulling would continue for a while, so he put on his black down jacket and asked, "What happened at home?"

Uncle Conrad sighed. He had stayed at home for decades, and they regarded each other as close people. When his daughter got sick, the Yu family was responsible for the treatment expenses of the doctors at the hospital. He also regarded Yu as his wife. Treat family affairs as your own business: "You don't know, but someone from home..."

As he spoke, he sighed again, and even the lines at the corners of his eyes drooped: "I'd better let sir tell you."

Dorian Yu lowered his eyes. The phone calls from his parents during this period were no different than usual. Even if they were guessing, they couldn't even guess.

At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind: "The script "The True and False Young Master" has been successfully activated. Please complete the task carefully."

"This time your task is to play the role of a greedy and useless young master. Eighteen years ago, because the fake young master was in poor health and could not inherit the family business, you were adopted by your adoptive parents. Today, eighteen years later, the real young master's Regression renders you completely useless.

You are jealous of the true young master, thinking that he just has an extra layer of blood. You despise the true young master because he is gloomy and doesn't like to talk, so you often bully him.

You admire the fake young master. The fake young master’s exquisite appearance is the object of your fantasy. You always want the fake young master to be your canary.

Your bullying became a warming agent for the relationship between the two. With your help, Master Zhen inherited the family business a few years later. After they got together, you were the first person to be dealt with, and the story about you ends here. "

Dorian Yu's eyes were focused on a point in the void, as if looking at the system: "Why are there two tasks being carried out at the same time this time?"

"The difficulty of the mission is naturally increasing step by step. Please host, please don't think too much."

"That's right." Dorian Yu curled his lips, his voice was as sweet as honey, but his pupils were frighteningly deep.

So this is just extra work for no reason?

"Host, I just investigated and found that the man standing in front of the house is the protagonist in the "Substitute Crematorium" mission."

Dorian Yu concealed the emotions in his eyes, wrapped his black down jacket tightly around his body, and opened the elevator door: "The protagonist suffers? Is this part of the plot included?"

"There is a plot in which the protagonist is kicked out of the house and punished, but the host does not appear in this plot."

Dorian Yu didn't speak anymore. When the elevator reached the first floor, he straightened his collar, which was slightly messy due to his clothes. His porcelain-like face turned a beautiful pink color due to exposure to the cold air.

This is a hidden rule he has discovered in the past few years. Outside of missions, a little deviation in personality will not have an impact. If there are too many, he will be warned.

Entering the hall, the heater hit his face. Dorian Yu took off his down jacket to reveal his white thick sweater. He stood for a while, letting the heater drive away the coldness on his body, and then he warmed the gift box that had been in his bag. Then he walked up to the second floor and knocked on his brother's studio.

When it comes to details, he is always careful, even when he is playing the perverted brother who likes his younger brother.

*

In the studio, Dorian Yu closed the distance with Cedric Yu. His eyes had a kind of magic, and he looked at everyone with affection, as if he was looking at a lover, and also seemed to be seducing.

"Huh? Aren't Asheng listening?" A voice with a smile made the air vibrate.

Cedric Yu's pupils tightened, and he grabbed his sleeves, with a thin blush on his face: "He won't be back until tonight."

"How about Ah Sheng introduce me to my brother?" Dorian Yu said.

Cedric Yu was cute and well-behaved in front of him, with soft hair hanging in front of her eyes. There were a few smears of oil paint on her fingertips due to drawing, and Dorian Yu wiped them off carefully with a wet wipe.

From his words, Dorian Yu pieced together the plot about the real young master's passing.

A month ago, his father was in a car accident. Due to the scarcity of blood types, he found Emerson Guo, who had the same blood type. Emerson Guo looked almost the same as his father when he was young. From this, he planted seeds of doubt in his heart.

After some investigation, he discovered that Emerson Guo was actually his biological son.

It turns out that the two babies were held in the wrong arms when Yu's mother gave birth eighteen years ago. Cedric Yu, who they had raised for eighteen years, was someone else's child.

Emerson Guo was orphaned at an early age. Due to his family and school bullying, he didn't speak much, had a gloomy temperament, and was said to be very unlikable.

The Yu family's parents brought him back home, but without his companionship for eighteen years, they were like strangers to each other.

"Brother, then I can't call you brother anymore?" Cedric Yu said pitifully, her little face wrinkled.

Dorian Yu rubbed his soft hair, and the tips of his hair pricked his palms, a little itchy: "How could that be? Ah Sheng can call him whatever he wants."

"Ah Sheng likes my brother the most." Cedric Yu smiled with her face raised. His wiped fingers were already dry. He rubbed them gently, and the warmth of his brother's skin seemed to still remain on them.

He tentatively held Dorian Yu's hand, observing something secretly with his round eyes.

The ten fingers were clasped together, and Dorian Yu's palms felt warm. He did not refuse his approach, and an imperceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

"A Sheng, brother, I still have something to do. Can I come with you later?" The touch on the palm was soft, which was not bad at all. It was a pity that Dorian Yu was burdened with double work and didn't have much thought to continue to accompany him.

There was a hint of disappointment in Cedric Yu's eyes. When his brother's back disappeared outside the door, he lowered his head and sniffed his fingers gently.

It really smelled like my brother.

*

It gets dark early in winter, but at six o'clock, there is only the light of snow outside the window. Dorian Yu and Cedric Yu finish the painting, and the quiet house becomes lively with the return of the family.

His sudden return was a surprise.

Dorian Yu was sitting on the sofa, with a warm fireplace next to him. Opposite him were his mother, who was happily trying on jewelry, and his father, who pretended to be serious but was actually focused on the new watch.

Dorian Yu picked up an orange, carefully peeled off the white silk, and then handed it to Cedric Yu.

There is never any shortage of words when the family sits together. This scene is so warm and enviable.

Until there was a soft knock from the door, a young man wearing a black school uniform came in with a schoolbag on his back. His hair should have been newly cut, with sharp tips. His eyelashes were very long and not curled up, and they were dark in front of his eyes. .

Dorian Yu wiped off the orange juice on his hands, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the boy: "Have your parents told you about me? My name is Dorian Yu, and I am your brother."

Emerson Guo didn't hold the hand he extended: "I know."

"I brought you a gift, come and see?" Dorian Yu didn't mind. He didn't know the existence of Emerson Guo in advance. Where could he buy gifts in advance? He just picked out a gift for a friend.

"Yes, A Zhou also came to see if you like the gift my brother picked out?" Yu's mother agreed.

Emerson Guo didn't give this chance, nodded his thanks and went directly upstairs.

"This child is quite thoughtful. Come here, Ah Heng. It will be better after a while and we get to know each other better." The mother waved her hand and said, her delicate makeup couldn't hide the helplessness between her brows.

Dorian Yu sat back on the sofa, smiling slightly as he listened to his parents' story about the boat trip.

*

Dorian Yu had a habit of going to bed late. He was lying on the bed. The snow had not stopped outside the window. The birch forest was dyed white. The strong contrast between black and white stimulated the vision and made the body feel a lot colder.

He lay down in the bathtub and found a movie to watch. The warm water flowed over his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. The light showed that it was covered with a layer of silver. If you look carefully, there was a bit of powder inside.

The system suddenly rang when the movie came to an end.

[Task release for the script "The True and False Young Master": Emerson Guo was lying on the bed, with tiny pains rising from the wounds on his body. People at school often made trouble for him, and the old wounds on his body always failed and new ones appeared. , layer upon layer.

The water soaked the wound while taking a bath, and the pain was severe. He closed his eyes but was disturbed and couldn't sleep.

In the dark living room, Emerson Guo picked up the hem of clothes in his mouth. There were many scratches on the young man's thin waist. When he saw blood, some were red and some were blue.

The action of applying the medicine stopped when I heard footsteps.

The man in pajamas stood in front of him with a malicious smile, holding water in one hand: "Hey, are you injured? Do you want my brother to help you apply medicine?"

Emerson Guo frowned and quickly closed the medicine box, not wanting to communicate more with the person in front of him.

But Dorian Yu didn't let him go. He picked up the cotton swab that fell on the table and pressed it fiercely on his wound. The pain made Emerson Guo's face turn pale and he let out a suppressed groan in his throat.

"Get out." Emerson Guo looked at him fiercely, and his elbow bumped against the water glass on the table while pulling.

The cold and biting water soaked Dorian Yu's arms, and his expression suddenly became more sinister, as if he was looking at the enemy who had taken away his things, even though they had just met for the first time today.

"Lick it clean." The hand pressing on Emerson Guo's back was too strong to resist.

The host is asked to complete the task carefully. If the task is successful, one point of health will be rewarded. If the task fails, ten points of health will be deducted. 】

Dorian Yu let out a light "tsk". He hadn't seen such a vulgar plot for a long time. Unfortunately, the health value was controlled by the system. He had to do it. The health value of ten points was ten years of life. He wanted to live, but he didn't want to die young.

He stood up and wiped off the water droplets on his body in a hurry. His movements were shockingly rough, and the area where he was wiped with a towel soon became even more powdery.

Dorian Yu put on his bathrobe, ignored his still wet hair, and hurriedly put on his slippers and headed to the living room.

In the living room on the first floor, as the plot said, Emerson Guo was holding the hem of his clothes in his mouth before applying medicine to himself. Dorian Yu held his chin and admired it for a while.

Emerson Guo looks very good. A boy of his age might have a few pimples, but he is fair and clean and even has six-pack abs.

Maybe it was because he had to do the task too late, but Dorian Yu was lingering lazily. He poured a glass of milk and approached with light steps.

Emerson Guo was very alert, looking straight at him with sharp eyes, like a wolf cub, fierce but not fierce enough.

Dorian Yu raised his eyebrows and sat lazily on the chair with his legs folded together. The white slippers hung on his feet so that they could not fall off. The bathrobe was separated from the folded knees, revealing a large area of   snow-white. skin.

"Hey, you're injured? Do you want my brother to help you apply medicine?" He had just taken a shower, and even his voice was soaked in the warm water, revealing the wet vapor.