Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Sun Yi called him on the next Saturday. Sun Fang, because he was a petty person and had never claimed otherwise, let it ring seven times before he finally deigned to pick up the phone. He stretched out his hand over his desk and daintily picked up the phone, holding it up to his ear.

In an exceptionally gentle voice, he said, ”Hello, little brother.”

”Brother…” Sun Yi’s teary voice came from the other end. He sounded choked up as if he’d just been crying. 

Sun Fang leaned back against the chair and said, ”You know father won’t like you calling me. You’re supposed to be staying away from me. I’m a bad influence, remember?”

Sun Yi sniffled. If Sun Fang didn’t know any better, he might have bought the act. As it was, he’d known his brother before the boy perfected this hurt, harmless, I-could-do-no-wrong act. Sun Yi was a pretty good actor, Sun Fang could admit that, but he wasn’t a very good liar. He had tells galore, always forgot that Sun Fang wasn’t solely the persona he projected and tended to assume everything he thought about people was the truth.

He wanted Sun Fang to be a greedy omega that would do anything to secure his inheritance and so that was the role Sun Fang had played. Sun Yi had wanted to fit in with his family when he was taken in by their father after his mother’s death, and the idea that he had to compete with an older omega had scared him.

Sun Fang could admit that he’d had a hand in this as well, it wasn’t all Sun Yi just being a really bad judge of character (though he really should stop assuming things, it was getting annoying). Sun Fang had already started his long-running plan to get out of the family without losing access to his wealth then. He had already been cultivating an increasingly bad reputation. 

And among that reputation was the unspoken assumption that he was a person who would do anything to get the full inheritance.

The fact that Sun Yi was so taken in by his new circumstances that he’d believed that reputation without hesitation… that might have hurt a little, though. Just the tiniest bit. It was never fun to be narrowed down to one’s worst qualities.

”Father doesn’t know,” Sun Yi said. ”I’m calling from Marcus’ place.”

Sun Fang rose an eyebrow. ”Why would it matter where you’re calling from? I know father has surveillance on everything, but he doesn’t actually check it himself, you know. That’s the security guys’ jobs.” Unspoken went why haven’t you bribed them to not monitor your calls?

His brother swept right passed that and said weakly, ”Father is cursing your name right now.” Sun Fang could clearly hear him take a deep breath, ”Me and Marcus… we never meant to hurt you, I swear!”

”I know,” Sun Fang said, already starting to get bored of this conversation. Yes, he knew that his brother didn’t consider him as a real person who could be hurt; to his brother, he was the stereotypical older legitimate sibling that would do anything to get the illegitimate younger (and more beloved) sibling out of the way in order to secure the inheritance. 

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Sun Yi was too caught up in his fairytale to realize that this wasn’t an overly melodramatic novel.

And Marcus? Well, Marcus and him had simply never liked each other. Marcus was too strait-laced, and he believed the rumors about Sun Fang too readily. He believed too strongly that people were either good or bad, and Sun Fang had always fit more into the later category. Marcus had shoved all of Sun Fang’s other qualities into that box with him, uncaring if they fit or not. 

Also, the man just wasn’t his type. 

It wasn’t like Sun Fang had ever been in love with him or anything. But the cheating bothered him enough that he was resolved to stop playing nice with him. 

Sun Yi continued to say a bunch of other empty platitudes that all basically boiled down to ”I know it was shitty to steal your fiancé but it’s fine because you’re a bad person who can’t truly be hurt so please stop turning the public against me”.

Alright, so he didn’t say exactly that, but the sentiment remained. 

The call continued for another couple of minutes during which nothing of any actual weight was said. When Sun Fang finally ended the call, he sighed and put the phone down on the desk. He returned to scrolling through he website he was on; he was looking for his own pottery equipment.

There was a room in the apartment that he thought would be really nice as a hobby room and he was looking forward to transforming it. Yes, he’d technically only been to a single beginners class. Yes, he wasn’t good at all yet.

But it had been really fun.

And he wanted to do it again. He wanted to be able to do it at home, whenever he felt like it. Obviously, he wasn’t going to stop going to the class—how would he learn if he did that? But he saw no issues with getting in some extra practice at home.

Plus, thinking of something that sparked joy helped chase away the less pleasant emotions his brother always made him feel. So he continued to look through the website until he was stopped in his tracks by a realization; he had no idea what he needed to buy. Much less what they were called.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to stop with the classes for quite a while. They were fun, informative and he was nowhere near ready to strike out on his own. But the next time he went, he would ask the instructor to make a list of everything he would need to do pottery at home. Money wasn’t an issue, after all.

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