"What are you doing here?" Zichen asks with utmost dissatisfaction. He looks at his brother with his eyebrows knit together.

Donghai smirks and sits on one of the chairs without asking Zichen's permission. "Why? Can't I even come here? Do you think this company is all yours?" he mocks, crossing his legs and looking at his younger brother with challenging eyes.

Zichen curls his finger into a fist but he tries to not show his anger. "That's not what I meant. Your coming here is unusual."

Donghai sneers, giving him a taunting look. "Father told me to ask you to offer me a position."

Perplexed, Zichen asks, "What?"

"As if you didn't hear" he retorts, rolling his eyes. "Now just give me a position."

Zichen jaw flexes and he is having a hard time registering what his elder actually said. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Do you come here to joke?"

"Do I look like I am kidding?" he says, his voice loud. "Oh wait, you never believe me, right? Why don't you ask Father then?" he adds, challenging him.

Zichen does not believe him at all. His brother has never been serious or interested in business so why would he suddenly want to work?

Since Donghai is so sure of himself, Zichen decides to give his father a call. It's been more than a year since he dialed his father's number.

When the line connects, he clears his throat and asks, "Is what brother is saying true?"

"Saying what?" his father questions from the other line.

"About you telling him to work in the company?" he grits out. He glances at Donghai every now and then, getting annoyed by his stupid smirk.

"He insisted he wanted to give it a try. So I agreed to him since he is so eager" his father replies.

"Just because he insists? What were you thinking?" he bellows. How can his father be this dumb to allow the two of them to work together? He knows they don't get along at all yet he is trying to instigate him.

"Keep your voice down, Zichen" his father warns and continues, "Look, you don't need to give him actual work. He will be working there just for a while before he changes his mind again. You know him very well so just try to corporate."

Is he kidding? "Managing company is not a child's play" he asserts keeping his voice firm and glancing at his brother.

"I do know that. It will only be a matter of time Zichen and besides, if he ends up getting interested in business, it will very good for the company and for you as well. You both—"

"This is not a good decision" he snaps, cutting his father's midsentence and ends the call. He is fuming with anger right now. Right when he thought he is at peace, his brother has to come knocking on the door to create chaos.

"What happened, little brother? You don't look well?" Donghai asks in a mocking tone, leaning a little.

Zichen glares at him, his mouth in a hard line.

"Tsk tsk. How dramatic can you be?" Donghai grimaces.

"What's your plan?" Zichen asks, ignoring his elder brother's taunts.

Donghai half laughs, "What do you mean? I came to work."

Zichen scoffs, "You can fool others but not me, brother. Your coming here is not because you are interested in work. It's true, isn't it?"

Donghai stops smiling and looks at him with serious eyes. Zichen thinks he will accept now that he comes here to torture him but Donghai smiles again and snarls, "You know me so well. I thought you would destroy every memory of me just like how you destroyed my life."

That sure made Zichen flinch. No matter how many years, the pain he feels will never be healed. He is accused of what he has never done. He is getting hate for no reason but he says nothing because he knows it's of no use.

"So you planned to torture me now?" Zichen asks mockingly. Donghai shakes his head and oscillates his index finger simultaneously.

"Not to torture you but to destroy you."

Zichen's face hardens and he gives a look to his brother. To what extent does his brother hates him?

When Zichen does not say anything, Donghai continues, "Now then, give me a position real quick."

Zichen inhales a deep breath, controlling his temper. "You need to start from the bottom. Rules are the same for everyone. I won't treat you nice just because you are my brother" he states.

Donghai scoffs as if he has heard a joke. "Haven't Father told you clearly? He said I can choose whatever positions I can."

"Then why are you asking for the positions?" he snaps, narrowing his eyes at him.

"I thought you would follow what father has said," he tells with a sigh and continues, "but looks like you want to go against him."

"You—"

"Can I take the position of Chairman?" he asks, making an innocent face.

That's it. Zichen has lost his cool. He rises from his seat, looking at him with raging eyes. "You can never change. Get out!"

"Calm down, little brother. I won't be that bad to take away your position" he smirks, sitting calmly, "I'll go with the Vice-Chairman then."

Zichen wants to beat him so bad that his hands itch. "Not possible."

"The President then?" Donghai asks, suddenly getting disinterested.

Zichen shakes his head.

"Vice President?"

He shakes his head again. Donghai asks out for all the positions but Zichen declines it all.

"The intern?" Donghai asks, not meaning at all.

Zichen pretends to give it a thought and looking at him, he nods. "That is very suitable for you."

"The CEO post is final", Donghai tells him and gets up from his seat. Shoving his hands in his pants pockets, he sneers at his brother seeing the dissatisfied look on him.

"I said it's not possible."

He laughs, "Let me remind you, I get to choose the position" Taking a step closer, he leans to whisper something to Zichen, "You should know I have the power now."

With that saying, he turns around and leaves the room, closing the door from behind.

Zichen lets out a scream of anger and throws the things kept on his desk. He was fine enduring it at home, but now at the company too? No, he can't do that.

He can't let his brother snatch away the position from Junjie. He does not deserve that at all. He needs to talk to his father. No matter what, he can't just sit and let his brother do whatever he pleases just because he hates him.

Grabbing his phone, he dials his father's number. He is not picking up. What? He was available just a while ago and now he is out of reach? Zichen is growing more and more frustrated. He throws the phone on the floor with a force and it falls with a thud. It must have broken. Shit. He shoves his fingers in his perfectly styled hair and tugs on the roots, not caring about how it will look.

Right at the moment, Rong enters. The smile he was carrying before he entered is now gone. His eyes widen, checking out the room. "Sir! What happened?"

Zichen glares at him. He is not in the mood for a chat. "Now now."

Rong opens his mouth to argue but stops himself. Resisting the urge to ask questions, he just nods bending a little, and hurries to leave the office.