Lei Junshan's room.
Lei Juncheng got up from the couch and walked towards his elder brother, "Brother Junshan, don't you feel that you should think about this marriage agreement again? I mean you are getting engaged tomorrow. You should really consider it again."
Lei Junshan buttoned up his sleeves while replying to Lei Juncheng, "Juncheng, I make decisions only when I am damn sure about it."
Lei Juncheng sighed, "Brother Junshan, why can't you understand this simple thing? A marriage is a very big decision, it is a commitment for life. And you should commit your whole life only to someone you love."
"Love…" Lei Junshan's eyes turned red, "You know our family, right? Your mother consumes alcohol on a daily basis just to forget about her grief. Your dad…He has a mistress, Juncheng. Still, both of them live together under one roof.
"And what should I say about my parents? My mother loves money more than her son. My dad always runs away from every responsibility given to him. Everybody hates each other in our family. But still, since last 30 years, everybody stays under the same roof, in the Lei mansion. Why? Do you know why?
"Just for the sake of name, money and power," Lei Junshan gritted his teeth. No matter how much he hated it, this was the truth of the Lei family.
Lei Juncheng shook his head, "I know that this is what we have always seen in our family. But please… Please Brother Junshan, don't let this define you. Our parents did the mistake of making every relation a business deal. But you shouldn't become like them. Don't make your marriage a business deal. Please don't do this.
"And you also know Brother Junshan that you don't love Huang Ling. Don't think that there is no love in the world. Mark my words. One day you will definitely fall in love and you won't even realize it."
"Okay, my dear Juncheng, if ever I fall in love, I will definitely come to you," Lei Junshan hugged Lei Juncheng, "Now I got to go."
Lei Juncheng gazed at the departing figure of his elder brother and a sad and sympathetic smile crept on his face.
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The heavy mahogany door of the Lei mansion creaked open, causing a shift in the atmosphere of the Lei mansion. The choreographer who was appointed to arrange the dance performances of the Lei family walked in. He was adorned in a five-piece suit and was accompanied by four girls who walked behind him.
His movements were a delicate dance, swaying with a certain grace that mirrored the gentle rustle of a willow in the breeze. Each step carried the subtle nuances of femininity, from the poised tilt of his head to the expressive gestures of his hands.
The choreographer's slender fingers delicately cradled his smartphone as it emitted a soft, melodic ring. His eyes, usually filled with poise, widened with tension as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line. Lei Junmo observed the subtle shift in the choreographer's demeanor and immediately sensed an air of distress.
Lei Junmo thus approached the choreographer with genuine concern etched across his face. "Is everything alright?" he inquired, his deep voice resonating through the room.
The choreographer glanced up, his eyes momentarily meeting Lei Junmo's. A fleeting vulnerability flickered in his gaze before he diverted his attention back to the phone. "I—I have to go," he stammered, his voice laced with a hint of anxiety. "There's an urgent matter with another client."
Lei Junmo's concern deepened, and he instinctively offered, "Is there anything I can do to help? We're here for you."
As the choreographer hung up the call, his gaze shifted back to Lei Junmo. The well-built young master stood there; concern etched on his chiseled features. However, as their eyes met once again, a different emotion sparked in the choreographer's eyes—an unmistakable attraction.
The choreographer found himself drawn to Lei Junmo's rugged charm and well-defined physique.
"Even if I wasn't okay till now, I am feeling good on seeing you, third young master."
A soft smile played on the choreographer's lips, as his hand traced Lei Junmo's chest over his clothes and his eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary, revealing the silent admiration he harbored for Lei Junmo.
Lei Junmo, catching onto the unexpected undercurrent of emotions, felt a slight unease wash over him. His face paled as he registered the choreographer's newfound interest.
'What the hell is going on! Why do these weird things always happen to me?'
The choreographer said to Lei Junmo, "Third young master, you know what? I am still feeling down and nervous."
He then got closer to Lei Junmo and caressed his hands, "Can third young master give me a hug?"
Lei Junmo smiled nervously as he tried to move away from the choreographer's grasp. The choreographer then opened his arms to hug Lei Junmo while closing his eyes to feel the warmth of the third young master's embrace. As soon as Lei Junmo saw this, he pushed Yi Chunhua who had appeared beside him into the choreographer's arms and ran away as fast as he could.
When the choreographer realized that he was hugging Yi Chunhua instead of Lei Junmo, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes and he gently pushed Yi Chunhua away. His eyes were shrouded with disappointment as he could not enjoy the embrace of a well-built and muscular man like Lei Junmo.