320: Chapter 320 Few Enemies

The two passed through the quiet backyard and walked toward the main buildings ahead.

Passing a plain three-story building, Ye Cheng's footsteps slowed down unconsciously. A look of nostalgia flashed across her face as she raised her hand and pointed at the building:

"Look, this is the dormitory building. The children all live here. I lived in this one when I was little. Do you want to..."

Before she could finish, a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking refined, walked out of the building holding a cardboard sign with a blank expression.

He walked to the main entrance and planted the sign firmly on the ground with a "thud."

Jiang Ye and Ye Cheng stopped at the same time, looking curiously at the sign:

"Dormitory restricted area, no outsiders. This place treasures the past, only family can share the memories here."

"???"

The two looked at each other, question marks appearing above their heads.

Ye Cheng frowned and looked at the quiet boy: "An Wen, what kind of trouble are you causing here?"

The boy named An Wen pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose. The gaze behind the lenses was calm and waveless, and his tone carried a composure that belied his age:

"Sister Ye, you should understand that past memories are the cornerstone of building a person's soul and sense of identity. And in this building..."

He raised his hand and pointed to the dormitory building behind him: "It stores the traces of everyone's life from childhood to adulthood. Every faded old item, every unintentional scratch on the wall, and even the familiar smell in the air is a story, a solidified piece of time."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Ye, and finally fell back on Ye Cheng's face. His voice was not loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power:

"Walking through this door is, in a sense, walking into the inner world of each of us. This place does not welcome curious gazes; it is only open to 'family' who are willing to bear the weight of these memories."

"So?"

Ye Cheng put her hands on her hips, amused and annoyed by his pretentious words: "After such a long detour, what exactly do you want to say? Are you charging admission?"

"Sister, you are so vulgar. There is no charge here, not a hint of commercial stench."

An Wen shook his head gently, his gaze turning calmly to Jiang Ye, his tone indifferent:

"May I ask, sir, are you our 'brother-in-law'? Are you our 'family'?"

Jiang Ye was stunned.

Literally, he was truly stunned.

He could fully understand the hidden barbs and traps in the other party's words.

This question looked simple, but it was actually vicious!

If he nodded and admitted it, it would be equivalent to accepting all the implied responsibilities and obligations that came with the identity of "brother-in-law." What might be waiting for him later would be "when family is in trouble, support from all sides... no, that's not right, it's support from the brother-in-law."

If he shook his head and denied it...

Then what was going on between him and Ye Cheng now? Just playing around? Where would Ye Cheng's face go? And what was his purpose for coming here today?

This kid!

He looked refined and well-mannered, but he didn't expect the sharpness in his words to be even more fatal than Skippy, who was eccentric just now.

Sure enough, since ancient times, the hardest people to deal with have always been these scholars!

Jiang Ye subconsciously glanced at Ye Cheng beside him, seeing that although she looked speechless, a trace of extremely subtle complex emotion flashed in the depths of her eyes, as if she had also been touched by this question.

Obviously, the more delicate and emotional a person is, the easier it is to be hit by such questions about "belonging" and "identity."

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't let her stand in front anymore.

He reached out and gently stopped Ye Cheng, who was about to speak, took a step forward, and the casualness on his face gradually faded.

"An Wen, right?"

Fang Anwen nodded slightly, and even cupped his hands in a decent manner, with a very full posture: "This humble person is Fang Anwen, greetings to you, sir."

"..."

Jiang Ye looked at this strange style, his eyelids jumped violently, he resisted the urge to complain, and sighed softly:

"An Wen, you misunderstood. Or rather, you, and many people in this courtyard, have misunderstood."

"Oh? Misunderstanding?"

Fang Anwen was stunned, a flash of surprise appeared in the eyes behind the lenses: "So... your meaning is, you are not our brother-in-law?"

Jiang Ye shook his head, his gaze becoming distant and deep, as if looking at some non-existent distance:

"You think that I am with Ye Cheng because I covet something here?"

"Is it coveting the monstrous 'power' and 'wealth' of this orphanage?"

"Is it to get closer to you, so that you can be used by me in the future? Or..."

His voice suddenly raised a few decibels, carrying a heartbreaking feeling of being misunderstood:

"Do you think I want to plant my own people in here, erode it step by step, and finally completely control this orphanage?!"

"...?"

Fang Anwen was confused by this completely unexpected statement, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to respond at all.

Jiang Ye ignored his shock, continued to immerse himself in his performance, his tone became incomparably sincere, even with a bit of tragic heroism:

"No! You are wrong! You are very wrong!"

He turned around, looked affectionately at Ye Cheng, who was also a little confused, and then turned back, staring at Fang Anwen with burning eyes:

"I love Ye Cheng, it has nothing to do with you, nothing to do with this building, and even less to do with this courtyard! What I love is just Ye Cheng as a person! Pure, open, and unforgettable!"

He patted his chest hard, his voice sonorous and powerful:

"I, Jiang Ye, stand here today, and I can tell you clearly:"

"I am with Ye Cheng, not to be your brother-in-law! I don't want to be any brother-in-law! I am just Ye Cheng's man, that's all!"

"Whether you take me as family or not, it doesn't matter! Whether you recognize me or not, it doesn't matter! As long as I can be with Ye Cheng, as long as she is happy, for me, that is the greatest satisfaction and happiness! Everything else, I don't care!"

After the "passionate speech" was finished, two muffled "bangs" suddenly came from the building entrance.

Two ten-year-old girls, who had been hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, were obviously shattered by these bizarre lines, failed to stabilize their bodies, fell to the ground with confused faces, exposing half of their bodies.

And Fang Anwen, who was standing directly opposite Jiang Ye, could no longer maintain his calm and mature appearance.

The expression on his face completely froze, his mouth slightly opened, his glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and his face was full of huge question marks and confusion.

Didn't he understand?

No, he understood every word.

But the problem is...

Who the hell would covet the "power" of their broken orphanage?

What the hell is "used for my own purposes"?

Can humans really say things like "completely control the orphanage"? Are you going to ascend to the throne here?!

How did this brain circuit grow?!

Why were the subject-object relationship and the nature of the problem distorted by this man in front of him into a completely incomprehensible direction with just a few light words?!

And Ye Cheng, who was standing behind Jiang Ye, looked at the shock and confusion written on Fang Anwen's young face. Her mouth twitched wildly several times at first, and finally, she couldn't help but "pfft" and laughed out loud.

She turned her head, quietly gave Jiang Ye a thumbs up, her eyes full of "admiration."

Sure enough, when it comes to being abstract and not playing by the rules, this guy is crushing all age groups, simply unable to find an opponent.