Is It Really That Hard to Be the Big Brother of Two Top-Alpha Twins? - Chapter 11

Chen Luan never expected that the reason for their fight would actually be related to him.
It all started with a video.
In the footage, Zhou Jing and his cronies were drinking in a booth at a bar.
Whether they were drunk or high, they were spewing all kinds of nonsense:
“That ungrateful bastard Jiang Luan—being favored by the young master is his greatest honor.”
“He’s really gotten too big for his britches. We’ve been calling him in the group chat for days, and he hasn’t shown up even once.”
“But he’s damn good-looking. If only he hadn’t been adopted by the Jiang family…”
A few people let out crude laughter, and the conversation grew increasingly obscene.
The real spark came when someone slurred,
“He’s so good-looking—bet he’s already slept with those two from the Jiang family, huh?”
“Those two little brats are only fifteen. Are they even fully grown yet?”
“So, what if they’re fifteen? I was already playing with omegas at that age. Heh, who knows what they’re doing cooped up in the Jiang mansion all day? Anyway, betas can hardly conceive naturally, and the kids haven’t even differentiated yet, so there won’t be any pheromone traces.”
The filthy laughter then shifted toward the Gemini twins.
The topic had crossed a line—it involved Jiang Ling and Jiang Xun. Unfortunately for Zhou Jing and his cronies, one of Jiang Ling’s friends happened to be sitting at the next table. They secretly snapped a photo and sent it straight to Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling, in the middle of evening self-study, exploded on the spot. He dragged Jiang Xun all the way to the bar and, without a word, smashed a fruit platter right into Zhou Jing’s face.
And that’s how the fight began.
Zhou Pei watched the video of his brother—mouth full of vulgarities, acting like a street thug—and his expression darkened, the air growing heavy.
Chen Luan, on the other hand, was completely unmoved, even faintly amused. He had long since seen through those people’s rotten nature; none of this surprised him.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Zhou Pei—under Chen Luan’s increasingly mocking gaze—ignored the officer’s attempts to stop him and slapped Zhou Jing hard across the face.
His glasses were almost crooked with rage.
While pretending to pull Zhou Pei back, murmuring, “The kid’s still young, doesn’t know any better,” Chen Luan took the opportunity to kick Zhou Jing, who was crawling on the ground, a few times himself.
The farce finally ended with Zhou Pei forcing Zhou Jing to apologize to Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling.
This time, however, Zhou Pei also turned toward Chen Luan, his expression carrying a trace of genuine remorse.
Whether that sincerity was real or not, the Jiang brothers weren’t sure.
Zhou Pei then took Zhou Jing home.
The three Jiang brothers waited at the police station for their driver to arrive.
On the way, Chen Luan briefly slipped out and came back carrying a steaming paper bag.
“Hungry? Eat something.”
Inside were fried chicken, cola, and burgers from a nearby fast-food chain.
Jiang Ling had just said he wasn’t hungry when his stomach suddenly growled.
“…”
Chen Luan chuckled, opened the bag, and handed it to him. “Come on, just a bite. I’ll cook something you actually like when we get home.”
“Fine. Thanks.”
Jiang Ling didn’t say much, but Jiang Xun took the bag instead.
The twins sat side by side, silently eating, clothes rumpled and faces bruised—like a pair of scruffy stray puppies.
Chen Luan glanced at his own bandaged arm and couldn’t help but sigh.
Well, now all three of them were injured.
Did a family really have to be this united in suffering?
Not long after, the driver arrived.
Jiang Ling helped the limping Jiang Xun toward the car.
Chen Luan noticed the unnatural way Jiang Xun’s right foot dragged behind.
“What happened?”
“I twisted it.” Jiang Xun lowered his gaze, tone flat.
Chen Luan frowned, crouched down, and rolled up the boy’s pant leg.
His ankle was badly swollen, the skin-tinged blue and purple.
“Don’t go home yet—go to the hospital. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
“It’s just a sprain,” Jiang Xun muttered. “I’ll put some ointment on when we get back.”
“What if it’s fractured?”
Chen Luan lightly smacked the boy’s head, then hoisted his arm over his shoulder and, in one smooth motion, carried him onto his back.
“!! Put me down!” Jiang Xun’s ears flushed red as he struggled.
Chen Luan ignored him. “How else are you going to walk? You want Jiang Ling—who’s still limping—to carry you instead? Sit still.”
Jiang Xun glanced at his equally bruised brother, hesitated, then gave a small “…Mmm.”
The driver took them to a nearby hospital.
Chen Luan got out first, opened the back door, crouched down, and said, “Get on.”
“…Mmm.”
This time, Jiang Xun didn’t refuse and quietly climbed onto his back.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
Chen Luan walked steadily forward. The faint stubble on the back of his neck brushed against Jiang Xun’s cheek, tickling him.
Just below his jawline, a small red mole caught Jiang Xun’s eye.
He remembered.
The Chen Luan from before hadn’t had such a mark.
When did it appear?
Almost without thinking, he reached out and poked it.
“Hm?” Chen Luan paused mid-step.
“You have a mole here—a red one.”
“A mole?”
Chen Luan blinked, surprised. He hadn’t noticed it before.
He did have a red mole there.
So did Jiang Luan.
“Really? I hadn’t realized,” Chen Luan said casually.
After a pause, Jiang Xun added softly, “The clothes you’re wearing today aren’t your usual style.”
“I couldn’t fit into Jiang Ling’s uniform. Zhou Pei gave me these.”
“I told you not to wear my clothes on your date with him. You’d rather go naked?” Jiang Ling sneered from the side.
“What do you mean by naked? I’m clearly dressed,” Chen Luan retorted, exasperated. Still holding Jiang Xun, he kicked at Jiang Ling’s heel. “And I didn’t go on a date with him.”
Jiang Ling stumbled, glaring. “You’re so childish! You didn’t go with him, so you must’ve gone with someone else, huh? You reek of some disgusting floral scent. Don’t think perfume can hide pheromones!”
Too tired to argue, Chen Luan just gave in. “Sure, sure. I’ll bring home a flower-scented sister-in-law for you tomorrow.”
“Get lost! Who’s your brother?!”
They started bickering again.
Jiang Xun stayed quiet.
An ambulance screeched to a stop outside the emergency building. Doctors rushed past, wheeling a bl00d-soaked stretcher.
“…Severe lacerations… open wounds… suspected Wasteland Disease attack…”
The hallway was chaotic. None of the three paid much attention.
After X-rays, the results came in—Jiang Ling had only bruises, Jiang Xun a minor fracture. No cast, just immobilization.
Exhausted, they fell asleep in the car on the ride home, waking only when the driver stopped at the Jiang residence.
Before Chen Luan could go to his room, Jiang Ling stopped him at the door, awkwardly scratching his head.
“Hey, uh…”
“Hm?”
“…” Jiang Ling hesitated, his ears red. “Thanks for today.”
“Oh?” Chen Luan smiled, folding his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “And how exactly are you going to thank me?”
“How do you want me to thank you?”
Chen Luan tilted his head, smirked, and leaned closer. “How about this—you call me brother and let me hear it once.”
“You—! You wish! Keep dreaming!” Jiang Ling shoved him away, his face bright red.
Just then, Jiang Xun, cleaned up and leaning on his cane, walked by. Before heading to his room, he glanced over and said calmly,
“Goodnight, brother.”
“!!???” Jiang Ling’s eyes went wide. “Jiang Xun, you traitor!”
Chen Luan burst out laughing. “See? Your brother already said it.”
“Don’t even start!” Jiang Ling huffed, stormed off, and slammed his door.
Inside, he immediately lunged at Jiang Xun. “Why did you betray me?!”
Jiang Xun leaned back against the headboard, easily pushing him away. “Because I felt like teasing you.”
“???”
“I’m going to rest.”
Jiang Xun got up, balancing easily on one leg, and moved his tablet to the table. The ease of his movements left no trace of the weakness he’d shown earlier in front of Chen Luan.
Jiang Ling sat on the carpet, staring at him. Slowly, his expression changed.
“There’s something wrong with you.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I don’t know. But something’s definitely off.”
“Boring.”
…
On the other side, Chen Luan carefully wiped Jiang Mingming’s gun model, placed it into a transparent dustproof case, and set it solemnly on the cabinet.
Beside it were two bottles of pineapple-flavored ice cream.
He took two chocolates from his pocket, set one beside the model, and popped the other into his mouth.
Then he leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against the glass—just as Jiang Mingming had done countless times before during their missions.
“Sister, the war’s over.
We won.”
The war had created many orphans. The base had taken in those children—Chen Luan and Jiang Mingming among them.
As a child, Chen Luan had been small and delicate, his beauty almost porcelain-like. Because of that, he was often bullied by other boys.
It was Jiang Mingming who always protected him, shared her food with him, and taught him how to fight.
To the still-young Chen Luan, his sister — the only woman in the heavy sniper hunting team — was omnipotent.
But that’s how war is.
His all-powerful sister never saw the dawn of a new day.
Chen Luan knew where the base had once been. It was now within the borders of Yumingrick State.
When he searched online for Base S17, he found that a small memorial museum stood there — privately run, it seemed.
He wanted to find some time to take his sister to see it.
He would also visit Wang Xiaodou’s grave and bring him two bottles of soda —
if he still had a grave.