Leng Youchen's tone was brimming with provocation. Leng Yanbo caught it and, upon seeing their clasped hands, he sneered without a change in expression—did a cripple really fantasize about competing with him for inheritance rights and women?
Suppressing his rage, he said with a forced smile that didn't reach his eyes, "It seems that the married life of my younger brother is quite delightful. Compared to the last time I saw you, you seem much more spirited."
Leng Youchen surely heard the ridicule in his voice. As his eyes shifted, a malevolent light grew at the deepest part of his gaze.
Looking tenderly at Wei Anning, he changed from merely holding her hand to interlocking their fingers, "Joyous occasions do wonders for one's spirit. Thanks to my generous second brother, who had the heart to part with such a good and obedient girl and send her to my side. With her careful attentiveness, it would be hard for me not to flourish."
