Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 693 - 696 Using His Name to Do Bad Deeds

Jianjian felt quite helpless; he was clearly the most well-behaved one, yet Kangkang, his younger brother, always pretended to be him and used his name to do mischievous things.

Kangkang was clearly the most cunning one, but he always acted like he was in poor health and weak, so Jianjian ended up taking the blame for everything. Jianjian didn’t know whether being Kangkang’s brother was a blessing or a curse.

But despite his complaints, when trouble arose, Jianjian never defended himself and would just accept responsibility for the situation.

Kangkang’s favorite thing to do was to play identity-switching games, finding immense joy when others failed to tell him and Jianjian apart, and he even loved to pull harmless pranks.

So to the teachers and classmates at school, Jianjian, who was excellent in both studies and behavior, was someone they both loved and felt frustrated with. And Kangkang, despite his good grades, was frequently in the nurse’s office, which made him seem like the most well-mannered and dutiful child—no one disliked him.

Every time Jianjian heard these praises for Kangkang, he just wanted to roll his eyes. His brother had a heart condition from young, but hanging around the nurse’s office wasn’t really about his health at all—it was purely about being lazy.

Unfortunately, the teachers and classmates were all deceived by Kangkang, and Jianjian had also become an accomplice.

"Let’s go, time to head home," Jianjian said as he went to find Kangkang in the nurse’s office.

Kangkang gave a grunt, then quickly pocketed his phone into his backpack, got off the bed, and left the school with Jianjian, not showing the slightest hint of frailty or weakness.

"I don’t know what you offered the nurse, how can they be so complicit with you, letting you skive off in the nurse’s office every day?"

As soon as Jianjian finished speaking, Kangkang curled the corners of his mouth and said, "It’s simple. I just cater to their interests. I just told them which stock to buy to make money."

"That simple?" Jianjian asked incredulously.

"Just that simple. Do you want to give it a try?" Kangkang replied.

Jianjian was at a loss for words, "So that’s why you keep asking me which stocks are good."

"Yeah, I don’t research that stuff," Kangkang admitted. He aspired to be a lawyer, so he’d rather not deal with the heart-pounding world of stock investments, unknown to him.

"Whatever you say. But you shouldn’t always stay in the nurse’s office; grandparents, dad, and mom would worry if they find out."

As soon as Jianjian finished his sentence, Kangkang replied, "But I need to rest anyway. Besides, I already know what the teachers are teaching. I don’t even have to attend classes. And I can read whatever book I like in the nurse’s office, ones that interest me. It’s quite nice."

He then said to Jianjian, "You’re always playing the role of the good student, the example, the student council president, setting the standard. Aren’t you tired?"

"I like it that way," Jianjian nodded in response.

Kangkang laughed, "The student council president who is both loved and loathed. If it weren’t for your good grades and all-around excellence, I think the whole school would’ve preferred someone else in that role."

Jianjian glared at him, "It’s all your fault. Any bad reputation I have is thanks to you."

"I’m helping you. I think it’s better this way. If you always play the good guy and then accidentally do something wrong, or fail to handle a situation well, people will blame you, even magnify your mistake. Your past achievements will count for nothing. Isn’t it better to be a bit of both good and bad? With my help, whenever you do something good, everyone is grateful."

Speechless at Kangkang’s logic, Jianjian said, "You still remember what happened back in elementary school."

In elementary school, Jianjian was seen by the teachers and classmates as a model student. But once, a malicious classmate hid a girl’s valuable Jade Pendant under his desk, casting suspicion on Jianjian.

If it weren’t for the Gao family’s status and Gao Feiteng’s position as the president of Gaoxia Group, Jianjian would have been wrongfully accused.

Back then, Kangkang had helped to uncover the culprit, a student who was envious of Jianjian and Kangkang, especially with how exemplary Jianjian always appeared to be.

Though Kangkang also had good grades, he had never stood out due to his health issues, while Jianjian had always been in the spotlight, naturally becoming the target of envy and resentment.

Neither of the brothers showed off their abilities too much - they couldn’t compete with someone like Brother Shitou. Instead, their effortless approach to studies may have caused an imbalance in the minds of those who worked hard but couldn’t achieve as much.

After that incident, their dynamics changed: Jianjian continued to be the good student, while Kangkang often used Jianjian’s name to play pranks, instilling both awe and caution in others to not cross their paths again.

"I’ve forgotten about it, I just don’t want to play the good student in private," Kangkang responded offhandedly, making Jianjian speechless again. "You could have just kept it to yourself without using my name."

"I have health issues; others won’t hesitate to come after me, and I wouldn’t handle them well. You’re the older brother, better skilled, and you have more authority in school. They wouldn’t dare come after you."

"But they will come after you," Jianjian replied.

"That’s even better. I’m bored anyway. They think I’m weak, so they’ll be somewhat cautious and underestimate me. These little things, I can handle them myself."

"There’s no arguing with you. Just, play all you want but take care of yourself, and don’t worry the family," Jianjian reminded Kangkang.

"Of course, I will. I love my family. Why would I let them worry?" Kangkang shrugged. Affection for his family was something he never skimped on.

Jianjian nodded in acknowledgment, trusting that Kangkang would keep his word.

"Brother Shitou is coming back next year, isn’t he?" Kangkang inquired.

Jianjian nodded again, "Yes, Brother Shitou said he plans to join the Special Forces recruitment when he turns eighteen."

"You could also spend a few years in the military, gaining some experience," suggested Kangkang, who held soldiers in high esteem and had once aspired to join their ranks, if not for his health constraints.

"I’ve thought about it. I’m joining at eighteen," Jianjian stated. Born into a military family, he had considered enlisting, but not for life—just a decade or so for the experience.

Kangkang smiled, "Then make sure you do well in there, and cover for my share as well."

"Of course. As twins, I’ll make sure I do well for both of us," Jianjian said, draping an arm over Kangkang’s shoulder as they headed together toward the school gates.

Along the way, although there were no screams from girls, their flushed, shy looks and pounding hearts made it clear that the brothers were notably handsome.