January 9th, morning.
William heard a knock on the door, and upon opening it, he saw the person at the door.
Ashley was holding a toy and said, "Brother, can Ashley come in?"
William looked down at him and replied coldly, "No."
"Ashley took a bath, I'm not dirty, and I won't mess with your things. I just want to play for a while, okay? Brother."
"No." William said and closed his door.
After a while.
William heard another knock on the door.
He looked down and met Ashley's gaze again.
Ashley held up the cheese stick in his hand and said, "Brother, eat this. Ashley really likes it."
He didn't like the things that little kids eat.
Silly.
"No, don't bother me."
William said and closed the door again.
He hadn't even sat down in the room when he saw a note being slipped in.
William picked up the note.
It read: Ashley really likes brother and wants to play with him for a while. I promise not to make noise or disturb brother.
William glanced at the note and threw it into the trash can.
He didn't understand why he always clung to him.
Ignoring him, Ashley slipped another note in.
Without even looking, William opened the door, grabbed him, and said, "Play by yourself, don't bother me."
Ashley and Coco in the room stared at each other with big eyes. He asked William, "Brother, what's the name of this little black cat?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Ashley chased Coco, but Coco wouldn't let him touch.
"Brother, is it afraid of people? Why won't it let me touch?"
"It's not afraid of people, it's because it dislikes you that it won't let you touch."
William watched him sit on the chair, thinking he was about to cry, but Ashley just smiled at him and said, "Then I'll come to play with it more, and it won't dislike me."
Coco was chased by Ashley all over the room and finally hid on William.
Ashley ran to William, watched him play the game, and asked, "Brother, what are you playing?"
"You're very noisy."
Ashley made a motion of zipping his mouth shut, brought over his little stool, and sat quietly next to him.
William thought he would get bored and leave.
He wouldn't bother him again.
But Ashley sat next to him and watched him play the game all morning.
William thought he was quite bored.
As it got close to mealtime, the housekeeper knocked on the door.
"I know."
The housekeeper seemed to have searched and couldn't find Ashley, reporting to Scarlett outside: "Madam, the young master is missing, not in his room."
Ashley ran to the door, opened it, and said to Scarlett, "Mom, I'm with brother, I'll go down for dinner in a bit."
Scarlett was surprised that William let Ashley in, and she said, "Then you and your brother go downstairs for dinner together."
"Okay."
Ashley ran in and called for William: "Brother, it's time to eat, hurry down for dinner."
William looked up at him and said, "You go first."
Ashley wanted to wait for William, but seeing that William was still on his phone, he opened the door and prepared to go out first. He turned back to William and said, "Brother, hurry down for dinner, the food will get cold."
"I know."
William watched him run out, then put his phone on the table and got up to leave.
The stairs spiraled down, and Ashley, running fast, didn't stand firm and fell, rolling down.
William, seeing this from behind, rushed down the stairs but couldn't catch him.
Philip heard the noise and saw Ashley on the ground and William behind him.
He helped Ashley up and found that his face and the back of his head were both scraped.
The family doctor was called to dress Ashley's wounds.
William watched him cry with a wrinkled face, held in Scarlett's arms, and really wanted to say that he was crying so ugly.
"It's just a minor injury, the young master is fine. If you're not reassured, sir, you can take him to the hospital for a check-up," the doctor said to Philip.
"Go ahead."
Philip looked at William standing next to him, grabbed the water from the table, and splashed it on his face.
The water was still cold.
William wiped his face and looked at him, saying, "What are you doing?"
"Are you crazy? William, I know you hate Ashley, but you didn't have to push him down the stairs, did you? Why did I have a son like you?"
Hearing this, William found it quite amusing: "Which eye did you see me push him down?"
Ashley poked his head out of Scarlett's arms and said, "It's not brother, I fell down by myself."
"Ashley, don't be afraid, I'll stand up for you, don't be afraid of this jerk."
"But it really wasn't brother, I fell down by myself."
Philip rubbed his head and then scolded William: "Are your eyes just for show? He fell in front of you and you didn't see it? How are you a brother? Can't you take care of him? What's the use of having a son like you?"
"I never said I was his brother."
"He has the same half of your blood in his body, he is your brother, you jerk is not as sensible as your brother, I would have been better off not having you at all."
"Oh, then you should have not had me."
Since you don't like and don't care.
Then it would have been better not to have given birth.
Philip, furious, grabbed his arm to hit him, but where could he twist over William now? William has been fighting in school for so many years.
William shook off his arm and said, "Don't touch me."
"What's wrong with me touching you? I'm your father, what's wrong with me touching you?" Philip said and threw the things on the table at him.
William couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the vase thrown at him.
The vase fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Ashley cried in Scarlett's arms: "It's not brother's fault, don't scold him."
Philip was still scolding William: "You made your brother fall and he's still speaking for you, William, do you understand anything?"
Whether he made him fall or not was already meaningless.
William's fingers clenched, and he was about to go upstairs.
Philip tried to pull him, but Scarlett held him back and said, "Stop scolding him."
Xu Yanyu gave up then.
...
William returned to his room and took off his shirt in front of the mirror.
The young man was the type who looked slim in clothes but had a well-built body when undressed, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, eight abs, and a mermaid line that extended inside his jeans.
There were many bruises on his chest and waist.
Now there was another bruise on his waist.
William, expressionless, pressed the place that had just been hit with a bruise, then took out a bottle of medicinal liquor from the cabinet.
He rubbed the liquor on his waist and put on his shirt.
He heard some noise outside.