Come, let Brother teach you art of war in bed! (2)

Wang Haoron, whose brows had furrowed into a tight knot, seemed to recalibrate his understanding of the relationships before him. "Blood cousins?" he repeated, the words tasting like new wine on his tongue, strange and potent.

Wang Li, ever the poised and composed figure, momentarily lost her shield of detachment.

Her lips parted slightly, a rare sign of her inner composure slipping in the way of Zhang Wei's revelation.

The gears in her mind visibly turned, reassessing the man who continued to surprise them at every turn.

Zhao Hongyan, who had barely recovered from her earlier shock, now found herself diving into deeper waters of bewilderment.

Her earlier suspicions and theories crumbled under the weight of this new information, leaving her to question what she truly knew about Zhang Wei and his connections.

Zhang Wei, observing the domino effect his words had caused, allowed himself a small, knowing smile.