Is It Really That Hard to Be the Big Brother of Two Top-Alpha Twins? - Chapter 5

“Are you fucking crazy—”
Yang Qi, his head split open, looked up with bl00d streaming down his face. He was about to strike back when Chen Luan grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed him against the corner of the table.
A dull thud echoed through the room.
Bl00d blurred Yang Qi’s vision. His face, caught between the cold tabletop and Chen Luan’s grip, twisted in pain and disbelief.
For a moment, he was stunned—just like everyone else in the room.
No one could have imagined that Jiang Luan, always as gentle as a rabbit, would suddenly erupt like this today, giving everyone an unforgettable “surprise.”
Zhou Jing sat frozen, staring as Chen Luan held Yang Qi down with one hand. Bending slightly, he grabbed Yang Qi’s hair, forcing him to look up. His tone was calm, but his smile was sharp:
“Did Young Master Zhou know about you drugging him?”
“Damn it,” Zhou Jing muttered. He didn’t know whether Chen Luan had taken the wrong meds or simply gone insane, but instinct told him not to provoke a madman. He quickly raised his hands in denial.
“Don’t fucking look at me. I only found out after he did it. I thought he came to me for the drugs to mess around with some omegas.”
“Oh?”
Chen Luan nodded lightly, seeming to accept the answer—for now.
Then, in the tense silence that followed, Chen Luan released Yang Qi. He even reached out to help him up, thoughtfully straightening the man’s crumpled collar. Looking at Yang Qi’s bloodied, swollen face, he smiled faintly.
“I was just joking with you, Young Master Yang. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I—You—”
Yang Qi’s mouth opened and closed soundlessly, his neck turning scarlet with rage and humiliation.
Finally, Zhou Pei spoke, breaking the silence. “Alright, that’s enough.”
He admitted he’d only been drawn to Chen Luan’s looks before—but now…
At Zhou Pei’s words, Yang Qi—whose family was affiliated with the Zhou Group—knew better than to protest. Though seething, he bit his tongue and let himself be helped out by one of the others to get bandaged.
As he passed Chen Luan, he muttered under his breath, “Damn lunatic.”
Chen Luan ignored him, pulling out a few wet wipes and slowly cleaning the bl00d and wine from his hands.
There were stains on his shirt too, but since he didn’t have a spare, he decided to leave it for now.
He tossed the used wipes aside and glanced around the room—drinks, snacks, fruit, loud music, and omegas—but no actual dinner.
He turned toward Zhou Pei. “Didn’t you say you were treating me to dinner? Where’s the food?”
“I made a reservation at another place. Want to go now?” Zhou Pei replied.
“Let’s go. I’m starving.”
Chen Luan grabbed a plump, juicy pear from the fruit platter, feeling a bit drained.
His body was still too weak. He’d need to start taking care of himself—exercise, maybe.
Without another word to anyone, he left the private room with Zhou Pei. The moment the door closed, the place erupted into a noisy uproar.
Zhou Jing looked at the bl00d-stained glass shards on the floor, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “Damn, has that kid lost his mind today?”
“He’s really hooked up with the young master now, hasn’t he?” one of his lackeys whispered, handing him a piece of fruit.
“Get lost. I’m pissed—don’t come near me.” Zhou Jing bit into the fruit, then kicked the man away.
He knew his brother—and he thought he knew Jiang Luan, too.
Jiang Luan had known for a long time that his brother was interested in him, but he’d always been resistant. His brother was proud; he never liked forcing others. That’s why he hadn’t done anything to Jiang Luan.
So, what now? Had Jiang Luan suddenly changed his mind and decided to cling to his brother instead?
When Yang Qi came back with his face bandaged, the private room had already returned to its rowdy atmosphere.
He limped over to Zhou Jing, face swollen and bruised. “So, Jiang Luan really hooked up with the young master? Then what about me—”
“You deserve it,” Zhou Jing cut him off, kicking him lightly. “You know my brother doesn’t like drugs. He never touches that stuff himself.”
“Well, I just thought Jiang Luan was being ungrateful. If I could get the young master’s favor, I’d—”
“Shut up. You’re dreaming.” Zhou Jing kicked him again, sending him stumbling back. “Fine, I’ll throw you a small project later. Just stop causing me trouble.”
Despite the beating, Yang Qi brightened instantly, bowing and scraping before scurrying off.
Meanwhile, Chen Luan was already sitting in a high-end restaurant, cutting into a tender steak on his plate.
The beef was supposedly flown in fresh from Mingcui Island that day. Zhou Pei had even opened a bottle of premium red wine.
After the war, the Blue Star Five Continents Federation had been established, centered around the five major human bases. Qiwei City, located on the Mingxi Continent, served as its capital.
Mingcui Continent was famed for its agricultural and livestock industries—especially Yunhe Ranch’s beef and Yingdun Winery’s red wine.
Both enterprises belonged to the Zhou Consortium.
Chen Luan had never tasted red wine before. He took a sip, found the sour astringency unpleasant, and set the glass aside.
The beef, though—that was good.
And the creamy yellow cheese soup? Not bad either.
After finishing his meal, Chen Luan wiped his mouth with a napkin. “I’m full. Take me home, Boss Zhou. Dinner was good.”
That dinner—with four or five dishes—had cost Zhou Pei nearly 30,000 yuan. And the only review he got was ‘good’?
Zhou Pei chuckled.
“Jiang Luan, do you really take me for your driver?” he said, though he still helped Chen Luan into the car.
“What should I do then—drive myself?” Chen Luan shrugged. “I don’t have a license. If I crash and kill you, I can’t afford the compensation. Oh, and just call me Chen Luan from now on.”
Of course, Chen Luan could drive—but Jiang Luan didn’t have a license.
He had no desire to get arrested and end up at the police station right after being reborn.
In the dim glow of the underground parking lot, Zhou Pei stared at Chen Luan’s striking profile. Then he leaned closer from the driver’s seat.
“Okay, Chen Luan. Do you want to try with me?”
The rich pheromone scent of an A-level alpha filled the car, pressing heavily around them.
Unfortunately for Zhou Pei, Chen Luan was a beta—and utterly unaffected.
“Try with you? Try what?” Chen Luan raised his eyes lazily. His long, raven-feather lashes fluttered, and his light-gray pupils met Zhou Pei’s with a faint, mocking smile. “You like me? A beta? Does your family agree?”
Don’t take him for some clueless fool.
He’d done his research online. In this era, betas—rarely fertile and nearly incapable of producing a high-quality alpha or omega offspring—were heavily discriminated against.
Beta families who wanted children usually relied on medical intervention.
That’s why powerful families only accepted alpha–omega unions. Such pairings had a far higher chance of producing strong alpha or omega heirs.
“Chen Luan, don’t be too greedy,” Zhou Pei said with amusement, adjusting his glasses. “I know you weren’t treated well in the Jiang family. I can give you a lot. But as for anything beyond that—don’t delude yourself. Apart from this, I can give you everything else.”
He liked the face, and now even the attitude intrigued him. But in the end, Chen Luan was still just a beta—with no power, no background, and no influence.
Even if he lost interest later, the compensation would be more than enough for Chen Luan to live comfortably for the rest of his life.
It was how he’d handled all his past lovers. None of them had ever accused him of being heartless.
It was simply a transaction—one where both sides got what they wanted.
“Oh, he wants me to be his lover.”
Chen Luan leaned back in his seat, creating a deliberate distance between them, and looked down at Zhou Pei.
“Sorry, Mr. Zhou, but unfortunately, I don’t like men.”
It wasn’t an excuse. Chen Luan truly had no interest in men.
As for women… well, he hadn’t even had the chance to date before dying on the battlefield.
Zhou Pei, unfazed by the rejection, relaxed back into his seat, hands on the steering wheel. As he drove out of the parking lot, a chuckle escaped his lips.
“You’re quite hard to win over.”
He had sent Chen Luan plenty of gifts before—each one returned unopened.
Tonight, however, was the first time he’d been directly and unambiguously turned down.
“Yes,” Chen Luan murmured, adjusting himself in the seat until he found a comfortable position. “So please, don’t waste your time.”
He closed his eyes, ready to sleep.
Zhou Pei glanced sideways at him. “You really trust me that much, Chen Luan? Aren’t you afraid I might do something to you while you’re asleep?”
Without opening his eyes, already half-asleep, Chen Luan muttered lazily, “If you really wanted to, Young Master Zhou, would you have waited until now?”
Zhou Pei opened his mouth to respond—but then realized Chen Luan had already drifted off.
He exhaled softly, a helpless smile tugging at his lips.
Fine.
For now, he’d let it go. After all… the man was exactly his type.
The car glided smoothly to a stop in front of the Jiang family’s gates. By then, Chen Luan was already awake.
Before he stepped out, Zhou Pei handed him an elegant gift box.
“What’s this?”
“It’s to replace your clothes,” Zhou Pei said. “I had someone buy it while we were eating. I think it suits you.”
Chen Luan lifted a corner of the lid. A flash of bright, flamboyant red greeted him.
Not bad.
Jiang Luan’s wardrobe had been filled with nothing but black, white, and gray—it was painfully dull. The craftsmanship of the box was exquisite, and with Young Master Zhou’s status, it was unlikely to be cheap.
He accepted it, albeit with mild reluctance.
“Alright. Thanks.”
He waved casually, then turned and walked toward the manor without looking back.
Zhou Pei watched his retreating figure for a long moment, until it disappeared into the night.
Then he laughed softly to himself and cursed under his breath before driving away.
Meanwhile, Chen Luan had just entered the main villa. As he reached the door of his second-floor bedroom, he ran straight into the Jiang family twins.
A strong, unfamiliar alpha pheromone suddenly spread through the air—so potent that Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling almost staggered back.
It was a mating signal, unmistakably released by a high-level alpha—at least A-rank.
And when that scent appeared in front of another alpha, it could mean only one thing: provocation.
A declaration of war.
Jiang Xun immediately frowned and took two steps back, his tone frosty. “Chen Luan, get rid of that smell before you come home.”
Jiang Ling, meanwhile, froze. The pheromone was familiar. After a second’s stunned silence, realization struck him—and his expression shifted violently.
He lunged forward, grabbed Chen Luan by the collar, and slammed him against the wall. His voice trembled with fury.
“Chen Luan—did you fucking sleep with Zhou Pei?!”