Chapter 2I Time-Traveled to Save the Billionaire In My Bed

I calmed down. I meticulously checked the calendar on the wall.

Five years ago.

Meaning, this was Bryan before he made his fortune. The dirt-poor Bryan.

I took a deep breath, remembering the Bryan from five years in the future. He was so glamorous back then. Bodyguards shadowed him everywhere, crowds surrounded him in meetings, yet at home, he was as docile as a kitten. He’d soothe me when I threw a tantrum, dote on me when I pouted. When I said I wanted the stars, he actually bought me a meteorite fragment. It was so huge, sitting in the living room, it made my wallet ache just looking at it.

“Honey, how much did this cost?”

He was peeling an apple for me, not even looking up. “Not much.”

“How much is ‘not much’?”

He thought for a moment. “Just about a hundred million.”

I nearly fainted.

“Bryan, are you out of your mind?”

He looked up at me, his eyes innocent. “Didn’t you say you wanted a star?”

I was speechless. “I just said that offhand!”

He smiled, offering the peeled apple to my mouth. “Even if you said it offhand, I took it seriously.”

I looked at the eighteen-year-old boy in front of me. I blinked, then offered my most professional, charming smile. “Little brother, tell me, how much do you earn a month now?”