Rong Huo couldn't contain his excitement, immediately whipped out his phone, and sent a thrilled message into the Nine Provinces No. 1 Psychiatric Hospital brotherhood chat:
[Awooo, I saw our royal mother! The royal mother just looked at me! She looked at me! Hahaha, you guys must be so jealous and envious!]
The chat was at first silent, then instantly erupted like a pot boiling over—
Rong Ni: [Damn it! You dog, Third Brother, you're not being honest! You actually dared to meet the royal mother behind our backs! Didn't we agree to wait until the royal mother turned 18 before meeting her? Do you understand that you've broken the promise?]
Rong Zhuo: [Those who break the promise shall be executed!]
Rong Zheng: [...You might as well not come back, there's no negotiation on disowning you!]
Rong Lin: [Brothers, can we discuss something? I also want to meet the royal mother, just to talk to her, I promise not to reveal my identity, alright?]
Collective: [No!]
Though they collectively objected, everyone's hearts were already stirring with eagerness, for they all dreamt of meeting the royal mother, wanted to hear her voice, to talk with her and be friends.
But they were also nervous and uneasy, afraid that the royal mother wouldn't be able to accept the existence of her five brothers.
After all, they did not belong to this world but came from a parallel time and space in the future; the royal mother was just in elementary school when they crossed over.
Having the upper hand, each of them now was making waves in their endeavors.
However, throughout the years, they did not disturb the royal mother, instead silently protecting her from behind.
It had been agreed long ago that they would meet her formally and tell her this unbelievable and hard-to-accept fact only once the royal mother turned eighteen.
But now that the Third had already broken the rule, they didn't need to abide by the agreement anymore, did they?
Rong Huo, however, cried foul: [I met with the royal mother unintentionally, and she looked at me on her own accord. Who can blame me for being so handsome and suave? I didn't break our agreement!]
Just at that moment, Lan Jiaojiao had recognized him. Her eyes suddenly brightened, shooting out a dazzling and brilliant light, and she was extremely excited.
He was an Asian megastar, the King of the music scene, and her idol at that.
She never expected to meet him here, and her heart beat wildly, thumping uncontrollably, yet she quickly regained the composure befitting of a lady of high society.
However, the next second, her gaze changed again, focusing on the man next to her idol, and she was utterly stunned!
Compared to her, Lan Jin appeared much more composed, casually glancing at Rong Huo, then shifting her gaze to the striking figure beside him, unable to avoid a momentary pause.
The reason being, that man's features were too exquisite, defined and rugged as if they were sculpted with care by a creator.
He leaned against the doorframe with an overly casual stance, a half-smile on his face that was a little rascally, a little wild, and a little wicked.
His dark shirt was casually rolled up to reveal strong, lean wrists, fiddling with an exquisite lighter.
Suddenly he turned his head, with a cigarette in his mouth, flipped open the lighter with his right hand, and slowly lit up.
The slightly longer hair on his forehead half-covered his brows and eyes, yet it couldn't hide the noble and haughty air about him.
This was a man with the air of a king, his presence too overwhelming and austere.
He was even taller than Rong Huo, who stood at 185 cm.
The first impression he gave off was... dangerous, oppressive, not to be trifled with, yet possessing a fatal allure.
Even Lan Jin couldn't help but take a few extra glances, but thankfully, she was dignified enough, with strong self-restraint and endurance, and she soon withdrew her gaze.
Her pale fingers reached into the pocket of her hoodie, pulled out a lollipop, unwrapped the candy, and popped it into her mouth, letting the sweet flavor spread, making her eyes squint.
Little did she know, at the moment she looked away, the man's gaze landed precisely on her—hand.
The gentleman watched intently, his eyes growing dark and intense, unwaveringly staring at Lan Jin's delicate hands, as if mesmerized.
After a moment, as if unconsciously muttering to himself—
"Little paws, quite white."
Wanted to touch.
Wanted to possess.
Wanted to tuck away for himself.