[Urban] Rebirth of My Sister's Lover - 7-9

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53. Finding Fault (Part 1)

To welcome the 2008 freshmen, Jiangzhou University planned a unique welcome party.

Unprecedentedly, Jiangzhou University partnered with over ten other universities, including Jiangzhou University of Finance and Economics, Jiangzhou Air Force Military Academy, Jiangzhou National Defense University, and Jiangzhou University of Science and Technology, to host the party. Since

Jiangzhou University's gymnasium couldn't accommodate such a large number of students, the party was held at the Jiangzhou Gymnasium, which had been expanded last year and could now hold up to 80,000 people—just enough to match the total number of freshmen from the participating universities.

This plan was proposed by the Arts and Entertainment Department, headed by Sang Rou, and was immediately opposed by the school's Youth League Committee.

The reason was simple: insufficient funds.

The Jiangzhou Gymnasium's rental fee was calculated by the hour, reaching six figures per night—far too extravagant for a university-wide welcome party.

However, Sang Rou felt the plan was unique and, being her first independently managed project, held special significance. She then offered to handle the rental issue.

The reason she could make such a boast was because the expansion of the Jiangzhou Gymnasium owed a debt to the Sang Group.

For Sang Rou, it was just a matter of a word. Since that was the case, why not?

This Monday, in preparation for the evening's welcome party, Sang Rou, along with her subordinates and people from various schools and departments who came to help, were so busy they could barely lift their arms.

To be more precise, they had been busy for a whole week before that.

"Senior Rou, is this really okay?" Ai Xiaoli asked shyly with a smile; she was one of the hosts for tonight's party.

"Very beautiful," Sang Rou, now a sophomore, looked Ai Xiaoli, a freshman, up for a moment, staring at her blush, and said, "Don't move, your blush is fading, let me touch it up for you."

Sang Rou had always been impeccably dressed since childhood, possessing a unique understanding of fashion and makeup.

After touching up her makeup, Ai Xiaoli secretly glanced at someone calmly flipping through an economics magazine in the corner. Despite being a host just like her, he wasn't nervous at all, and he didn't even need makeup, going on stage with a bare face.

"Senior Rou, is it really okay for me and Senior Sili...? What if my stage presence can't keep up with Senior Sili's?" Ai Xiaoli asked Sang Rou.

"Of course you can, Xiaoli. You need to be confident. I chose you. I went through all the difficulties to let you do this because I know you can do it. As for Sili... remember, don't try to match his stage presence, just be yourself."

Sang Rou made a bold decision: the event would only have one male and one female host. Usually, for such a large-scale event, two hosts might not be enough to control the situation.

But Sang Rou ultimately decided on Yuan Sili and Ai Xiaoli as the hosts.

This combination... the students at Jiangzhou University were stunned. Ai Xiaoli was only a freshman at Jiangzhou University; could this really work? And then there's… Yuan Sili, the senior at the Air Force University, a legendary figure whose name is only heard of but never seen.

I heard he's about to join the army, and he's hosting the freshman welcome party?! Is that even possible?

But this was just one of the highlights of the party; the surprises didn't end there. The welcome party was a series of climaxes, with continuous applause. Whether it was group dances or solo performances, everything reached a level surpassing that of a university-level party.

Such a large and chaotic party is most prone to being ruined, but under Sang Rou's composure, it ultimately ended perfectly.

At one in the morning, Sang Rou dragged her tired body back to her dormitory.

To her surprise, the lights snapped on as soon as she entered.

"What are you doing, all of you in such strange poses?" Sang Rou looked at her three roommates with amusement.

The dormitory head, Li Qiu, stood by the light switch; she was the one who had just turned on the lights. She stood next to Sang Rou, staring at her with her two bright black eyes, which seemed about to pop out of their sockets.

Next to Sang Rou's bed was Fan Xixi, who poked her head out of the bed, wearing a white nightgown, her black hair hanging down as if defying gravity, making her look like the ghost Sadako.

Sang Rou's bunkmate, Qin Wanyue, sat on her bed, staring intently in the direction of the door, right in Sang Rou's direction.

"What's wrong? The way you're looking at me is so strange," Sang Rou asked, still shaken.

"You dare ask? The school's online forum is in an uproar!" Li Qiu ran over to Sang Rou and playfully punched her.

"You slut, tell me, what's your relationship with Senior Yuan Sili?"

"How long have you two been together?"

"He's a senior, and he's still hosting the freshman welcome party, is it because of you?"

The questions left Sang Rou speechless. Yuan Sili was hosting because of someone—not her, but her brother.

"Wait, let me have some peace and quiet first, okay? I'll answer one by one, alright?"

"Does Senior Sri really have a military background?"

"Let me ask you first, how long have you two been together?"

Still in a mess, Sang Rou simply stated,

"Hey, hey, don't believe everything you hear. Didn't I tell you at the beginning of the semester that I have a boyfriend? And my boyfriend and Sri are good friends, which is why he agreed to my request this time."

Everyone changed their tune and said, "Then let's talk about your boyfriend. It's been over a year, and we've never seen him. We're starting to suspect that this is a lie you made up to reject your senior and junior." "

Absolutely, I'd be a pig to lie to you. It's just that he's not in Jiangzhou right now, otherwise, who do you think I write letters to every week?" Sang Rou said affectionately.

"Alright, alright, I'll ask, you answer, and then we'll decide whether to believe you or not."

"Did you two fall in love over time, childhood sweethearts, or was it love at first sight?"

"...Childhood sweethearts." Sang Rou thought for a moment and said.

"When was your first kiss?"

"Seven or eight, I guess."

"Wow, that's explosive!"

A group of horny girls immediately forgot their original intention and started shouting in a chaotic manner. Even Fan Xixi, who was on the bed, quickly climbed off to inquire about the gossip.

…………

…………

"Hehe, were you an adult when you first had sex?" Li Qiu asked with a sly smile.

"You bunch of perverted girls, I refuse to answer. And keep your voices down, everyone else is asleep, don't make a fuss." Sang Rou went back to her desk to pack her things and said in a low voice.

"So you were. Oh my god, now I really believe you have a boyfriend."

"Do you have a picture of him?" Fan Xixi asked.

"You'll definitely be able to see him someday." Sang Rou said.

After packing her things, Sang Rou was about to go to bed when there was a loud banging at the dormitory door. Someone was pounding on the door.

"Sang Rou, you bitch, come out here, come out here."

"That crazy woman is out again, Rou Rou, ignore her." Li Qiu frowned.

54. In "Finding Fault (Part 2),"

the one banging on the door is Li Weiwei, a design student like Sang Rou, also a sophomore.

Li Weiwei was once Wei Xuan's girlfriend in high school, but Wei Xuan later broke up with her.

Sang Rou had no recollection of this person. They were only in the same class on their first day of university, and as they passed each other, she was muttered a "slut" under her breath.

Sang Rou was puzzled at the time, completely bewildered by the inexplicable insult, wondering if she had been mistaken for someone else.

However, each subsequent confrontation with Li Weiwei made it clear to Sang Rou that the other woman was targeting her.

Later, Wei Xuan saw Li Weiwei and mentioned that they had dated for a while, but Li Weiwei was too arrogant and outspoken. While Wei Xuan was also arrogant, he acted within reason, unlike Li Weiwei, who dared to say anything. It was only because her father had risen through the ranks and was in the limelight that no one had bothered to touch her.

Li Weiwei also loved the limelight; she always wanted others to flatter her and then belittle others. Even so, she still had a bunch of admirers around her, simply because she was somewhat attractive and considered herself a goddess.

"Sang Rou, you bitch, come out here! You dare to do it but not admit it?"

"You ruined my host's career, and now you're hiding in your dorm, too scared to come out?"

Li Weiwei kept pounding on the dorm's iron door. The thunderous pounding echoed in the quiet night, especially jarring. It was already one or two in the morning, and most people were already asleep. Hearing the pounding, the hallway's motion-activated shutters were activated, and several dorm rooms next door turned on their lights. One hot-tempered girl yelled, "Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Did someone in your family die?"

But Li Weiwei's fighting spirit was extraordinary; she stubbornly continued pounding on the door and cursing.

"What kind of trash are you, hiding in your dorm? Today I'm going to show everyone in the dorm what kind of person you really are!"

"Not only did you take my spot as the host, but you're also going around selling yourself. With such a big party, how many people did you sell yourself to? Huh? Dare to come out and say it?"

"You come out here! Why don't you go out and sell yourself naked? I'll let you seduce men everywhere!"

"You slut, you whore, come out here!"

Seeing that the dorm supervisor was about to be alerted, Li Qiu, whose hands were restrained by Sang Rou, was even more furious, her face flushed and panting.

"Ahhh, Rou Rou, don't stop me! I can't take it anymore! If you stop me again, I'll beat you up too! Go away, hide in the bathroom and don't come out. I'm going to tear that stinking mouth of hers apart!" Li Qiu jumped up and down.

"Me too." Fan Xixi also rolled up her sleeves.

"Count me in." Qin Wanyue already had her things ready, a toilet brush.

Sang Rou said, "This is between her and me. I can handle it myself. Don't drag you all into this. Trust me."

Sang Rou's eyes were firm. Seeing that it was almost time, she opened the door.

Compared to the others in the dormitory who were already angry, she appeared too calm, her eyes steady, and she didn't even breathe too much. But who knew that her lungs were about to explode with anger? Damn it, I've tolerated you for so long, based on the principle of turning big problems into small ones and small problems into nothing. Since you don't know how shameless you are, I'll make you pay.

Sang Rou had her reasons for choosing to open the door at this time.

Some people, if you keep tolerating them, they will take you for a fool.

55. Finding Fault (Part 2)

Li Weiwei was so angry because she felt unbalanced after seeing the news on the school's online forum.

The forum was flooded with cute photos of Ai Xiaoli, and it was being updated at a rate of 20 posts per second. Standing next to Yuan Sili, she was charming and adorable, sometimes pouting, sometimes waving to the audience. Natural and unpretentious, her pure innocence drew constant exclamations of "So cute!" from the audience.

Ai Xiaoli became famous overnight, crowned Jiangzhou University's number one cutest girl and campus belle.

Before this, Li Weiwei believed she was the true campus belle of Jiangzhou University—a self-proclaimed title.

And all of this was orchestrated by Sang Rou. That bitch Sang Rou couldn't stand to see her doing well; maybe Sang Rou was the one who instigated Wei Xuan's breakup with her in high school… (overthinking). The more

she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She should have been the one standing on the stage, the one in the limelight, the one being praised, but in the end, she became the unknown country bumpkin Ai Xiaoli.

What kind of name was that? Ai Xiaoli.

How ridiculous, how utterly ridiculous! All of this should have belonged to Li Weiwei.

Countless thoughts raced through her mind as Li Weiwei's knocking on the door grew louder and louder.

She thought gleefully and maliciously that after today, everyone in the school would know what kind of person Sang Rou was, and her reputation would be ruined.

"Everyone come quick! That bitch Sang Rou is hiding in her room and won't come out. She's guilty, afraid her shameful deeds will be exposed."

The knocking disturbed many people's sleep. Several girls, cursing and swearing, came out of their dorms, throwing on their coats, and crowded into the brightly lit corridor.

In this situation, it was obvious who looked more like a ridiculous clown.

"Bang!" A deafening slam.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Sang Rou stood in the doorway.

Li Weiwei, having no foothold, almost fell to the ground.

"Don't you dare kneel before me, I find it disgusting," Sang Rou said sarcastically, arms crossed.

"Waaah, I'll beat you to death! You took away my host spot, you slut!"

With old and new grudges combined, Li Weiwei, sobbing, lunged at Sang Rou.

Just as everyone held their breath, waiting for the two to fight...

Sang Rou grabbed Li Weiwei by the hair like an eagle catching a chick, easily throwing her to the ground. Looking down at her, she said, "You think you're the biggest and most powerful person in the world? You think you can just insult whoever you want, spewing nonsense out of thin air? Didn't your father raise you properly? Well, I'll teach you a lesson."

Sang Rou had some training, after all.

Li Weiwei was utterly ridiculous and pathetic, completely self-centered and disregarding everyone else. When

Sang Rou was in a good mood, she treated Li Weiwei like a lunatic. When she was in a bad mood, she could definitely destroy her.

But today, Li Weiwei had completely enraged her, spewing all sorts of fabricated insults and profanities at her. If she were a weak and vulnerable girl, she could just suffer this, being bullied to death as bad luck to have encountered such a tyrant.

But Sang Rou had grown up with Sang Pei, gradually influenced by Sang Pei's principle of "if others wrong me, I will repay them tenfold," making this matter far more difficult to resolve.

Moreover, this wasn't the first time Li Weiwei had done this; the previous times, she'd only said a few things privately, which then spread within her small circle. Sang Rou had simply ignored it and let her be. To be honest, she hadn't taken her seriously.

Perhaps that's why Li Weiwei thought she was easy to bully, daring to call everyone out today to publicly berate her.

"Why should the host position be yours? I only choose the most suitable. How can you see Ai Xiaoli's merits? Go back and look in the mirror before you come barking at my door."

Sang Rou looked down at Li Weiwei and said, "Speaking of sleeping with men, you're better than me, aren't you? How about I give you some publicity? I have a few of those explicit photos of you from high school. Absolutely erotic."

Before, she didn't want to stoop to Li Weiwei's level, so she assumed she couldn't be dealt with.

"Those photos will definitely make you incredibly famous, not just at Jiangzhou University, but throughout the entire city of Jiangzhou."

"Li Weiwei, show some mercy. Don't go too far. If you don't let me have an easy time, I won't let you have it easy either."

Someone shouted,

"The dorm supervisor is here!"

The crowd quickly made way for the plump supervisor.

"What's going on with you two? Come with me to the office."

They arrived at the supervisor's office/rest area.

The supervisor tapped her fingers on the wooden table, asking, "You're disturbing the whole building so late. Explain yourself right now, and come with me to the student affairs office tomorrow morning."

Hearing "student affairs office," Li Weiwei panicked. Things wouldn't be so easy to resolve there; at best, she'd be disciplined, at worst, expelled. Her father had scolded her several times, telling her to behave and not cause him trouble.

"Auntie, it's just a personal matter. We can resolve it ourselves. Please don't report it," Li Weiwei said quickly with a smile after thinking for a moment.

She then whispered to Sang Rou beside her, "Let me tell you, if this gets out, you won't get away with it. Let's settle this privately."

Sang Rou found it amusing. How stupid was this woman to think she'd be on good terms with her after being insulted like that?

Did she look that easy to bully?

The dormitory supervisor looked at Sang Rou again, waiting to see what she had to say.

Sang Rou said seriously, "Auntie, this matter can't be resolved just by reporting it to the student affairs office. Li Weiwei has seriously defamed my reputation and character, and I'm going to sue her for defamation."

"Li Weiwei, you'll have to wait for the court order. Not only did the whole dorm hear what you said, but my phone recorded it too."

"You dare!" Li Weiwei bared her teeth and claws, trying to snatch the phone from Sang Rou's pocket.

"Then let's see if I dare." Sang Rou dodged her grab, smiling nonchalantly.

56. It feels so good to be able to act cute.

Two months after the Li Weiwei incident, in a world of ice and snow, snowflakes were still falling heavily.

Sang Rou walked into the dormitory from outside. The warmth inside and the cold air outside made her shiver. She stamped her feet as she saw three women standing by the window, pushing and shoving each other and looking down, their breath hitting the white misty windows.

"Get out of my way!" Li Qiu shoved Fan Xixi away fiercely.

Qin Wanyue screamed, "Li Qiuqiu, you beast, you stepped on me!"

Sang Rou looked at her three lively roommates and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Looking at the handsome guys downstairs again?"

According to the design department, there are quite a few good-looking men, but it's really hard to find a man who is both handsome and masculine, which has led to the unique aesthetic of the design girls.

Li Qiu waved his hand behind him without turning his head, "Go away, don't come and join the fun. There's only room for two people at the window."

Sang Rou waved the charger in her hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm just here to get the charger. You three can continue."

Fan Xixi was successfully pushed onto the bed by the window by Li Qiu. Fan Xixi muttered a few curses at Li Qiu, and seeing that she was no match for him, she turned to Sang Rou and said, "Didn't you see that handsome guy standing in the snow when you went upstairs?"

"I came in through the side door. I just came back to get my phone. I haven't finished my work at the department yet." Sang Rou gave her a heads-up. These guys are so naive. They wear their thoughts on their sleeves.

"Rou Rou, how about I give you an idea? I'll take you downstairs to see the handsome guy. He's been standing downstairs for an hour. He might not come if he's waiting for a girl." Fan Xixi said secretly, as if she was sharing a little secret that only the two of them knew.

"No, I have work to do. Go see for yourself, I'm leaving first."

"I'm shy, then come downstairs with me." Fan Xixi said shyly, her cheeks really turning red.

"Anyway, I'm going down anyway, let's go together. But I'm warning you first, just don't pounce on him when you see him, I'll feel embarrassed standing next to you."

...When Sang Rou and Fan Xixi went downstairs and left the main gate of the girls' dormitory,

Sang Rou's pale face, frozen by the cold, suddenly turned red, and then she excitedly ran towards the man under the big tree.

Fan Xixi had just uttered "Hey, don't pounce on him...it's embarrassing!" before she could finish speaking, Sang Rou had already dashed away.

In the snow, the hem of Sang Rou's coat was blown by the strong wind, leaving a row of thick footprints in the white snow. She threw herself into the man's arms and hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Brother, brother..." With each call, the love in her heart grew stronger.

"Why aren't you wearing a scarf or earmuffs? Are you made of iron now?" Sang Pei frowned, taking off his thick, plain scarf and wrapping it around Sang Rou's neck.

Her neck, ears, and even mouth were tightly covered by the scarf, leaving only a pair of bright, beautiful eyes visible. The whites of her eyes were as white as the unspoiled snow on the tree branches, and she looked at him, not wanting to miss a single second.

"I forgot." Sang Rou smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits.

"When did you get back? You didn't even call me. You must have been waiting for a long time."

Sang Rou tiptoed and brushed the snow off her brother's head.

"I did call, but you were probably too busy and didn't hear it."

His tone was understanding, but Sang Pei's eyes were also somewhat cold.

Sang Rou quickly begged for mercy, "I just realized it too, my phone died."

While they were still talking, Fan Xixi, who had been ignored, walked over, her eyes gleaming with a deep gossip. "Rou Rou, is this your legendary boyfriend?"

When Fan Xixi saw Sang Rou throw herself into the arms of her crush, her girlish heart shattered. Then she saw that her rival was Sang Rou, and she was shot down, unable to even dream of being a fangirl anymore.

Sang Rou was adept at telling such white lies. She laughed, "This is my brother. My boyfriend is still in America."

Brother and boyfriend are the same person? Ugh, could she really say that? She couldn't!

Hearing it was her brother, Fan Xixi's girlish heart rekindled, and she quickly extended her hand, "Hello, hello, my name is Fan Xixi, I'm Sang Rou's roommate."

"Hello," Sang Pei shook her hand in return.

Sang Rou immediately saw through Fan Xixi's thoughts and said, "Xixi, forget it. My brother has a childhood sweetheart girlfriend. She's beautiful and virtuous, a perfect woman, only found in heaven..."

Sang Rou's self-admiration was interrupted by Fan Xixi.

Fan Xixi glared at Sang Rou, "You gossip, couldn't you have waited a bit longer to expose me?"

"Hmph, your boyfriend from your hometown is waiting for you. If you keep this up, I'll call him."

Fan Xixi's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, pleading, "I was wrong, I was wrong, can't I just joke around?"

If her man found out she was infatuated with another man, skinning her alive would be the least of her worries.

Sang Pei watched the two of them joking around and was amused. He said to Fan Xixi, "Are your roommates free tomorrow night? I'd like to treat you to a meal to thank you for taking care of Rou Rou all this time."

Fan Xixi chirped, "Yes, yes."

57. I Miss You So Much (Micro)

After agreeing, Fan Xixi quickly went upstairs. She wanted to tell Li Qiu and Qin Wanyue the good news as soon as possible, and also to pick up the beautiful cotton-padded jacket she had left at the dry cleaner. She wanted to dress up beautifully tomorrow.

Sang Pei stood by the roadside waving for a taxi. His tall, imposing figure was very noticeable. He quickly hailed one in front of the school gate and told the driver to go to the Jinjing Hotel.

"Brother, didn't you go home?" Sang Rou asked, nestled in his arms. Seeing that he hadn't even driven, coming straight to find her despite his travel-worn state, a warm current flowed through her heart, swelling and filling her body and soul, making even winter seem less cold.

"I came back to deal with you. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow," Sang Pei said, feigning fierceness, pinching her cheek hard.

Sang Rou pouted, "What? You only know how to bully me when you come back. What happened with Li Weiwei wasn't my fault."

After Li Weiwei verbally abused her in her dorm, Yuan Sili arrived the next morning, asking if there was anything she could help with. Sang Rou refused, believing she could handle it herself, and specifically instructed Sili not to tell her brother. Later, Yuan Sili indeed told her brother anyway.

She was surrounded by surveillance.

Sang Rou slipped her icy right hand into her brother's chest; it was warm and felt wonderful. She groped around on his chest, then, worried about chilling him, she pulled her hand away after a while, only to have him press it down.

"Put it inside. It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves?"

Hearing this, Sang Rou became even more submissive, obeying his every word. She pressed her small hand against his chest and sweetly said, "It would have been so much better if you'd done this earlier. It's so hard for us to see each other now. Don't you know how to say something nice to coax me?"

"Then you'd be climbing all the way to the sky," Sang Pei retorted sarcastically.

"Try saying that again. I don't want to hear you lecturing me today. I can handle this myself. Just wait and see."

She had initially intended to be forgiving, but Li Weiwei was too arrogant. At the end of last semester, she had almost forced a female student from a vocational college to drop out. She treated Jiangzhou like her own home, disregarding the laws of Jiangzhou.

There were too many rich and powerful people in Jiangzhou, and Jiangzhou University was full of hidden talents. Li Weiwei, unfortunately, had a knack for bullying classmates with less influence than herself.

Here's what happened: Li Weiwei took a liking to a senior from the law department at a debate competition. He already had a childhood sweetheart in the associate degree program at Jiangzhou University. Although the undergraduate and associate degree programs at Jiangzhou University weren't on the same campus, they were very close and met every week. Li Weiwei didn't care about that and forcefully intruded into the senior's life. After repeated rejections, she became even more aggressive, even sending people to rape the girl. Luckily, the girl always traveled with friends and wasn't sociable, so she wasn't alone. There was some fright during the struggle. Although the law senior had been admitted to one of the best departments at Jiangzhou University, law, his family lacked influence, and he was from out of town. Fearing further underhanded tactics from Li Weiwei, he had to force his girlfriend to temporarily suspend her studies and return to her hometown. Li Weiwei persisted, determined to force the girl to drop out of school. Only after much maneuvering did the senior manage to retrieve a medical certificate proving a serious illness, and the matter was finally settled.

Even now, Li Weiwei still harasses him every few days.

"Brother, tell me, am I being mean? Guess who I asked to handle the lawsuit? It's that senior, Li Xu. This is his first lawsuit ever, hahaha!" Sang Rou said with a mischievous smile, feeling that she had really gone too far.

Sang Pei kept a cold, icy expression, watching Sang Rou laugh so hard she was bent over.

Seeing his expression, Sang Rou felt a chill and quickly begged for mercy, "Don't do that, I won't laugh anymore."

Actually, a large part of her good mood and happy laughter today was because Sang Pei was back. If her classmates at school saw Sang Rou like this, they would definitely be wide-eyed, because while Sang Rou was gentle, she was definitely not approachable, her expression was always very indifferent, and she rarely laughed so exaggeratedly, in fact, almost never.

As soon as Sang Pei returned, her mood unconsciously improved. What kind of chemical reaction was at play?

"Do you know what I'm angry about?" Sang Pei said coldly.

She knew, it was just that she didn't call him immediately after the incident, but instead tried to solve it herself. This is absolutely male chauvinism, chauvinism.

"You never tell me when you're sick either?" Sang Rou retorted. It wasn't that she wouldn't worry if he didn't tell her.

But Sang Rou knew her brother was very hard-pressed; if you tried to be hard-pressed with him, he could be even harder. So she softened her tone and said, "Brother, I miss you so much. Can we not talk about such unhappy things tonight? I just want to be with you."

Sang Pei remained silent.

Sang Rou sighed inwardly. It seemed she had to use her ultimate weapon—treat him like a child?!

This man was so difficult to deal with.

"Brother, what should I do? You look even more handsome with a cold face," Sang Rou whispered sweet nothings.

She glanced at the driver, who was focused on driving. So she pulled her right hand away from her brother's chest, her warm hand moving down to the slight bulge in his crotch, her fingers subtly drawing a circle there.

Hmph, let's see how he puts on a cold face now.

Sang Pei's long-untouched area trembled, the bulge being gently covered, slowly swelling and straining against the fabric, while his breathing unconsciously grew heavier.

Sang Rou watched her brother's Adam's apple bob, secretly chuckling to herself, "This still won't get you."

58. For My Debauchery (Spicy, Part 1)

The intimacy after a short separation is always more alluring. Their skin, even through the thick clothing, was pressed as close as possible, closer and closer, as if they could be close enough to feel joy.

"I'll teach you a lesson later," Sang Pei said in a low voice.

His vital parts were firmly held in her hand, yet he dared to speak to her like that, it was too much. A wicked thought flashed through Sang Rou's mind.

"Come on," Sang Rou laughed, lightly squeezing the hard lump beneath her hand. The thing bounced in her palm, still burning hot even through her pants, and her body tightened with desire. Glancing at the driver in the front seat, she knew he wouldn't dare, so she teased him like this.

This was more interesting, seeing him want to touch her but unable to.

After entering university, she indeed became even worse.

Li Qiu and Qin Wanyue's boyfriends, though not from Jiangzhou University, were both in the same university town and not far apart. Fan Xixi's boyfriend was in her hometown of Wangshi, only a three-hour drive from Jiangzhou. He hadn't gone to university and was already working, but he would visit Fan Xixi several times a month.

Moreover, every Tuesday and Thursday was their dorm's porn day; they would download several quality adult films, and the four of them would squeeze into the computer to watch them…

and then…

…The other three had men by their side, only her man was far away.

What made Sang Rou want to cry was that her brother was busier every year; the last time they met was during the Spring Festival, and he only stayed for a day before rushing back to the United States for a project.

You can imagine how deep Sang Rou's resentment ran. Even more tragically, she had to pretend to be considerate and strong, because she was afraid he would still worry about her on the other side of the world.

But now that he was back, she couldn't simply let him go; it wouldn't be fair that she was so "virtuous."

Throughout the journey, Sang Rou subtly teased her brother's sensitive spots, keeping them out of the driver's sight.

Upon arriving at Sang Pei's hotel, the door slammed shut. The hotel staff passing by in the corridor, eyes downcast, saw nothing.

The dazzling crystal chandelier revealed everything in the room.

The two, their breaths mingling in passion, their hot breaths brushing against each other's faces, couldn't help but tug at each other's clothes.

Sang Rou's hands trembled slightly as she reached for her brother's shirt, her hands spasming as she unbuttoned it.

Her body craved him.

His body yearned for her too.

Sang Rou wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, the height difference forcing her to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. She called out again and again, "Brother, brother..."

She loved calling him that, unlike Sang Qi's simple "brother," this was her own affectionate term; he was hers.

Every time she thought of this, she was overjoyed.

But that wasn't enough; she wanted more of him.

Sang Rou bent her knees, pressing them against the hardness between her brother's legs, sometimes harder, sometimes lighter.

The intense stimulation aroused Sang Pei's hidden beastly nature. He pulled down her panties, not even bothering to play with her vagina, and flipped her over, intending to enter her from behind.

Sang Rou resisted, sliding down and squatting between her brother's legs, gently caressing his massive member with both hands, asking, "Have you been good while I was away?"

These passionate words were clearly directed at his member, causing Sang Pei's groin to throb as his member slapped against Sang Rou's palms.

"Bitch." His eyes were bloodshot. He loved her so much, yet he couldn't help but utter the vulgar words.

It seemed that only in this way could he vent the raging demon within him and avoid hurting her because of his cruelty.

59. For My Debauchery (Spicy, Part 2)

The bright and spacious hall, the warm air from the heater brushed against the pores of the two people in the room. A cool breeze entered the room through the slightly open glass window, hitting Sang Pei's back.

A shiver ran through him, and his desire for her reached its peak.

For years, she had not been by his side. When he missed her, he could only masturbate in front of her photos or make love to her via video.

But for lovers who had been in love for many years, how could that be enough?

They had become accustomed to the most intimate physical contact, and had experienced the most extreme and wonderful pleasure in the world. How could such a superficial itch be enough?

Sang Rou's long coat had already fallen to the ground, and the light yellow sweater underneath had been pushed up to her chest, with her two round breasts barely covered by the sexy hollow bra, revealing only a firm red nipple. Her small mouth was slightly open, breathing out warm air. She squatted between his legs and said softly, "I want to ask it myself if it's been obedient."

Her eyes curled up seductively, giving him a flirtatious wink.

Sang Rou first stroked her brother's enormous penis through his underwear with her small hands, then slowly pulled the underwear down from top to bottom, as if in slow motion. Then, she held the base of his penis with both hands, took the glans into her mouth, and circled it with her tongue

. Suddenly, she sucked on the very center.

"Ah!"

Sang Pei couldn't help but let out a low groan. He grabbed Sang Rou's black hair, forcing her to release her mouth.

"Do you want me to ejaculate prematurely?" he said fiercely, tightening his grip, making Sang Rou's scalp tingle.

"Haha, I was just testing if it behaved when I wasn't around." Sang Rou wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, her smile wicked. "It turns out, it was very obedient."

Sang Rou's top was practically half-undone, and her pants and underwear had long been ripped off by her brother. The black hair between her legs was slightly damp with her brother's semen.

Ever since she smelled the strong masculine musk emanating from her brother, her sensitive body had been involuntarily aroused, waves of emptiness and tingling sensations washing over her.

Sang Pei looked at her wearing an unusually lewd bra that barely covered her nipples, and a flash of displeasure crossed his mind. "You slut, why are you dressed so provocatively when I'm around? Who are you trying to impress?"

Just imagining other men seeing her like this gave him the urge to kill.

Just imagining.

Sang Rou glanced down at her underwear, which shouldn't have been exposed, and whispered, "This underwear was a gift from you, have you forgotten?"

"You even forced me to wear this see-through underwear to dance for you in the piano room before, have you forgotten all that?"

Every word pierced the man's heart, every word stirred his soul.

If he didn't take her, he wouldn't deserve to be a man.

His desire reached its peak in that instant.

Sang Pei pressed her against the wall, parted her legs from behind, and guided his massive penis into her.

"Ah..."

"Brother, brother, so good, you're all in~~"

She moaned softly the moment he entered.

At the instant their genitals met, an overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed both siblings' senses.

"Ah..."

He began to move slowly, occasionally thrusting hard when the excitement returned. The long separation made entry extremely difficult; the path that had once been clear was no longer there.

Sang Rou moaned with each thrust of her brother. He had completely mastered the code of her body; he could make her moan whenever he wanted, whether she wanted a loud groan or a soft moan—she had to obey him.

After a while, Sang Rou took a deep breath, leaning against the wall, and said, "Brother, don't move, I'll do it."

She lay on the wall, her brother cupping her buttocks from behind, thrusting into her with varying pressure. A flash of inspiration struck her, and she thought of a new way to play.

"Brother, don't rush, I've thought of a new way to play."

Sang Pei raised an eyebrow, and indeed remained still, letting her little pussy envelop his huge penis. He wanted to see how she would move on her own in this position.

"Oh, what do you want?"

Sang Rou smiled, bending over at a ninety-degree angle to the wall, putting all her strength into her waist, her round, snow-white buttocks thrusting back against her brother's hips, actively welcoming his thick, dark penis.

"Ah... umm..." While taking the initiative, she asked her brother, "Is this how it is?"

"Is this okay?"

"Brother, ah~~"

Sang Pei groaned, supporting her waist to prevent her from falling due to exhaustion. The muscles in his hands were faintly visible. This new way of playing had its advantages. Not only was the initiative in her hands, but every thrust was sure to hit her sweet spot.

But the disadvantages were immediately apparent. Sang Rou's waist was numb and she had no strength. Sang Pei had no choice but to take over the heavy work again and began to thrust brute forcefully. "...Ah ah... I can't take it anymore, umm, no more... brother..."

"No... brother, my legs are weak and I can't stand up. Go to the bed, ah ah..."

Surrounded by soft cotton, Sang Rou clung to her brother and was carried to the bed by him.

That was another new battlefield.

60.

The day after the dinner party was destined to be a busy day.

Sang Pei's main purpose in returning to Jiangzhou this time was not for Sang Rou's lawsuit, but to discuss some important matters with Yuan Sili in person.

In the morning, Sang Pei and Sang Rou went to visit Sang Qi, who was boarding at school preparing for her senior year. After discussing matters with Yuan Sili, it was nearly evening.

As they parted, Sang Pei said to Yuan Sili, "Lend me your car."

Yuan Sili asked curiously, "Aren't you going home?"

The Sang family garage had all kinds of cars; why would they need to borrow one?

"I'm going back to America soon, my flight is tomorrow morning, and I have a lot of things to do there."

The implication was that he didn't have time to go home.

Actually, Sang Pei's mother was planning to introduce him to girlfriends, subtly praising the good upbringing of one girl and the privileged background of another. Before he became powerful enough, he didn't want to confront his family directly, so he avoided them whenever possible.

So, Sang Pei went to pick up Sang Rou's roommate for dinner. He couldn't very well take a taxi; he still had to maintain some dignity.

"The keys," Yuan Sili said without asking any further questions, tossing the keys to Sang Pei before hailing a taxi and leaving.

"Bye-bye,"

Sang Rou waved goodbye to Yuan Sili with a smile; her smile hadn't faded all day.

With her brother by her side, what could be happier?

In the car, Sang Pei asked Sang Rou about her roommates' dietary restrictions, and Sang Rou gave a general overview of their preferences. Sang Pei quickly decided on a restaurant and made a reservation for a private room.

In the winter, when water is scarce, Sang Rou applied lipstick while looking in the mirror, saying, "Let me make this clear first, I told them you have a girlfriend, so you need to reconcile your story with me."

Sang Pei chuckled; she was giving him a warning—even in America, he shouldn't forget he had a family.

"I'll go along with whatever you say," Sang Pei nodded repeatedly.

Sang Rou looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, finally concluding that she was indeed quite beautiful. "You 're smart enough to know what's good for you

. From now on, the first thing you do every morning is say 'Sang Pei loves Sang Rou' three times in front of the mirror, understand?" "Isn't the first thing you do in the morning to go to the toilet?" Sang Pei teased her, feigning surprise. "Are you going to say it or not?" Sang Rou glared at him, charming and adorable. "Yes, yes, every morning I'll silently recite 'Sang Rou loves Sang Pei' three times in front of the mirror." "You..." " Hahaha..." Sure enough, only when she was around could he be this happy. How could he not love her, so cute and arrogant, only showing her true self to him? Upon picking up the three people dressed to the nines, Sang Rou smiled brightly, "Are you three going on a blind date?" The three people each responded with a punch. Finally, the silver-gray car stopped in front of a secluded and quaint Western-style building. "Ah, are we going to eat here?" Fan Xixi, the most impulsive, asked on the spot. This didn't look like a restaurant at all; it looked more like a Western-style villa from the Republican era. "I heard from Xiaorou that your tastes are a mix of sweet and spicy, and this chef here happens to cater to both northern and southern cuisines," Sang Pei said gently. He was very friendly to Sang Rou's roommate. Sang Rou knew perfectly well that this was a sign of his respect for her. Otherwise, given her brother's personality, he would never cater to anyone. "Please come in," a servant in black greeted them from inside the house, bowing. Just as Sang Pei and his group entered, another group parked their car and approached them. "Little Rou, haven't you always advocated for a simple life? Why did you decide to eat at Geya?" Wan Jiasheng's smiling voice made Sang Rou reflexively frown. Over the years, no matter how she tried to avoid him, she would always run into him. Wan Jiasheng's appearances sometimes even disrupted her normal life. "Oh, so your brother is back. Little Rou, did your boyfriend come back with you?" Wan Jiasheng seemed to only just notice Sang Pei, greeting her without any restraint. "Sang Pei, hello there." Sang Rou's face paled. Her harmless lies wouldn't seem suspicious to those who didn't know better, but to those who knew her, they were full of holes. Sang Pei = brother = boyfriend. If Li Qiu and the other two found out, how could she face them afterward? 61. The Climax on the Tip of the Tongue (Part 1, Micro) Wan Jiasheng is absolutely good-looking, yes, really good-looking. His temperament wasn't that of a handsome man, but a vague yet flamboyant beauty that was somewhere between androgynous and masculine, a contradictory beauty. His skin was fair, so transparent that it seemed he never spent time in the daytime, his eyes seemed perpetually half-closed, yet his face was perfectly shaped, exuding a free-spirited aristocratic air and a perpetual sense of weakness as if he were suffering from kidney deficiency. At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly as he sized up Sang Rou, whose hands were clenched into fists. A cynical smile played on his lips, and a malicious glint flashed in his eyes. After enjoying Sang Rou's panic for a while, he spoke again, "Sang Pei, when did you get back? Why didn't you ask your buddies to pick you up?" This simple sentence effortlessly swept away the previous interlude, as if it had never happened. Sang Rou's body, chilled to the bone, did not relax. Standing beside her were her three most important roommates from school, but at this moment, Wan Jiasheng's casual remark could ruin her. She didn't know what his next move would be. Sang Pei held Sang Rou's hand in one hand, the other in his jeans pocket, and replied indifferently, "I'll be back soon, no need to trouble you all." There was really nothing more to say between the two groups. Wan Jiasheng was blocking the entrance, obstructing the way. After a few seconds of silence, or perhaps hours, Wan Jiasheng smiled meaningfully at Sang Pei, then bowed slightly in a gesture of invitation, "First come, first served, please go first." Sang Pei nodded without refusing, and led Sang Rou and her three roommates to the private room they had reserved. Geya was a private restaurant; from the outside, it looked like a residence, but inside it had everything. It offered all-inclusive meals and lodging, as well as special services reserved for VIP clients. Some of these perverse services were even known only to high-level VIPs. But setting aside the darker side, the quality and taste of Geya's dishes were truly top-notch. In a small Japanese-style private room on the third floor of Geya, sat two people, a man and a woman. It was a small, elegantly furnished meeting room with excellent privacy and soundproofing. "Slap!" Without warning, the man slapped the woman sitting next to him with such force that she fell sideways onto the tatami mat. These two people were Wan Jiasheng and Liu Chun. Liu Chun's right cheek was flushed red from the slap, but she didn't even dare to cover her face. "You've disappointed me too much." Wan Jiasheng stroked the silver ring on his right ring finger, smiling casually. "If you can't do it, I'll find someone else. You've made me wait for years, haven't you?" " Please give me some more time. She's too wary," Liu Chun said. Her repeated failures had made her increasingly insecure in front of him. Besides, he was her biggest financial backer now, and she couldn't afford to offend him easily. Even Liu Chun herself didn't know why she always failed to get close to Sang Rou. She had tried many methods, and although she didn't know if it was just her imagination, she always felt that Sang Rou was very wary of her. Wan Jiasheng sneered, "Wait, wait, wait until how long? Let me tell you, if Sang Pei comes back from America, there won't be any more opportunities. What do you know? Sang Pei monitors Sang Rou 20 hours a day, 24 hours a day. You idiot, now is the best time." Liu Chun looked up, raising her beautiful face, and said firmly, "Believe me, there's nothing I can't do if I want to... If all else fails, I have a last resort." Liu Chun's delicate face twisted into a seductive grimace with a do-or-die determination. "I'll give you one more chance." Wan Jiasheng slumped onto the tatami mat. He no longer trusted Liu Chun completely, but he just hadn't found a better candidate yet. Besides, he had endured for three years; now it was just a matter of waiting a little longer. As for Sang Rou, Wan Jiasheng felt that any amount of time he spent was worthwhile.

He savored the waiting, a bittersweet experience, a taste of self-torture.

Seeing Wan Jiasheng's silence, Liu Chun took out a pack of cigarettes she'd prepared earlier.

"This is some good stuff that just arrived. Let me light it for you."

Wan Jiasheng slightly opened his eyes, glancing at Liu Chun. "Hmm?"

Liu Chun lit the cigarette, respectfully offering it to Wan Jiasheng, smiling. "It's supposedly non-addictive."

Wan Jiasheng chuckled softly, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he casually said, "You feed me."

Liu Chun took a drag, her eyes narrowing, her beautiful face instantly becoming breathtakingly gorgeous. She kissed Wan Jiasheng, feeding him the smoke.

The smoke swirled in Wan Jiasheng's mouth before exhaling.

The sacred Buddha statue hanging on the wall looked compassionately at the two people puffing away on the tatami mat, but soon the smoke blurred the Buddha's eyes.

The scene in the private room was completely different.

Li Qiu, Fan Xixi, and Qin Wanyue didn't recognize Wan Jiasheng and his group, and didn't care about the incident at the entrance, chatting happily.

Li Qiu stood up first, raised a glass of wine, and said, "As the head of the dormitory, that Sang..."

Li Qiu only then realized that she didn't know the name of the handsome man in front of her, Sang Rou's brother.

Li Qiu paused, then quickly said, "Sang Rou's brother, let me toast you first, thank you for treating us to dinner."

She spoke with great generosity. Fan Xixi and Qin Wanyue also followed suit, offering toasts one after the other.

"Cheers!

"

Sang Pei smiled and clinked glasses with everyone. "I should be thanking you all. Rou Rou always worries her family at home, so please bear with her."

"Not at all, not at all. She has the best personality; she never argues with anyone. And she's incredibly independent. We're the ones who are bothering her."

Li Qiu, Fan Xixi, and Qin Wanyue exchanged bewildered glances. Was the troublesome Sang Rou that her brother described the same capable Sang Rou they knew?

Had they time-traveled? Oh, maybe it was just her brother being polite.

With everyone toasting each other, Sang Rou couldn't just sit there and drank several glasses of red wine.

Later, Sang Pei took the glass from Sang Rou and said, "She's not feeling well and can't drink anymore. Please understand, I'll drink it for her." He then

downed her glass in one gulp.

"I understand, I understand."

The other three girls were already a little dazed, finding the scene strange but unable to pinpoint why.

Perhaps this was just how close the siblings in Sang Rou's family were!

After the party ended, Sang Pei and Sang Rou took the three drunk people back to their dorms, and then Sang Rou went back to the hotel Sang Pei rented with him.

Sang Rou mysteriously turned on her computer and said, "Brother, I'll show you something."

The video playing on the computer was of the welcome party that Sang Rou had helped plan.

She said with a hint of pride, "I spent a long time on this, what do you think, brother?

" "It's already pretty good," Sang Pei said honestly.

"Really?" Such direct praise surprised Sang Rou.

"Silly girl, don't worry, if it's bad, I'll mercilessly criticize you." Sang Pei smiled slightly, and Sang Rou was stunned. She always knew he was handsome, but he was so handsome and charming when he praised her.

"Ugh, don't say such embarrassing things," Sang Rou said exaggeratedly, while also covering her face in a coquettish manner.

"You've successfully given me goosebumps. I think you really need a lesson." Hearing that sweet voice, Sang Pei felt goosebumps all over his body.

On this moonlit night, with its gentle breeze and the crisp, clear light of winter, Sang Pei licked every inch of Sang Rou's body.

He stripped her naked, from her bright eyes to her delicate nose, her rosy lips, and her slender white neck, not wanting to miss a single inch.

Sang Rou's body writhed restlessly on the bed, as if ants were burrowing into her heart.

"Brother, that's enough... come in."

"No, just like this, let me love you."

"Ah ah..."

He did just that, using only his tongue, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

He made her body forever remember this unforgettable experience.

01-15 62. Orgasm on the Tip of the Tongue (Part 2, Spicy)

Do you know, this is the first time you've praised me, I'm so happy.

Sang Rou cupped her brother's face, kissing his lips and nose.

"Where are the goosebumps? I want to see." Sang Rou laughed, the two of them very close, noses touching, their breaths mingling.

Sang Pei pinched Sang Rou's nose. "You, always so affectionate, how can I leave you alone in the country?"

Sang Rou thought to herself, "Then I'll just put myself in your pocket and take you with me anytime. "

But she said the exact opposite.

"Hmph, I didn't know I was doing so well here, with a bunch of subordinates who listen to me." Sang Rou pouted and acted haughtily. "Sometimes when I'm busy, I don't even have time to think about you."

Sang Pei pinched Sang Rou's nostrils, making it hard for her to breathe. "Really don't want to?"

Sang Rou breathed heavily.

"I do...I do...let go!" Sang Rou slapped her brother's hand, and once her nose cleared, she became defiant again. "You're doing this again, I'm going to protest against tyranny." "

How about this, do you want to?" Sang Pei unbuttoned Sang Rou's shirt, pushed her bra up to her neck, and took one of her bright red nipples into his mouth, looking up at her and teasing her.

His tongue lightly twisted and pressed, teasing the nipple, making it dance with his tongue, slowly hardening and erect.

"Rou Rou, it's hard." He chuckled softly. It really had become hard, its melt-in-your-mouth chocolate texture replaced by a hard pebble.

Sang Rou nestled her hands in her brother's stiff hair, moaning softly, and obediently nodded. "Brother, the other one too."

Sang Pei pinched the other nipple between two fingers, playing with the tender tip with the rough pad of his thumb. So tender. He dared not use too much force, afraid that too much pressure would rip the soft nipple off.

"Brother, you're teasing me again. Suck the other one too." She pleaded softly, a dampness seeping from her crotch, her small hands involuntarily reaching down to his massive member beneath his jeans.

Sang Pei laughed, "Don't you love it when I tease you like this?" Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Wait for me."

With that, Sang Pei straightened up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Sang Rou alone on the sofa.

"Brother..." Sang Rou sat up, confused.

Fortunately, he soon emerged from the bathroom, carrying something extra.

A snow-white towel.

"What are you doing..." Before she could finish her question, he answered her with his actions.

Sang Pei quickly and efficiently tied Sang Rou's hands with the towel. Sang Rou struggled, but it was so tight that she couldn't break free.

"Brother, why bother? Do you think I wouldn't want to do whatever you want?"

Sang Pei said noncommittally.

He was shirtless, embracing her from behind, holding her petite frame completely in his arms. He slipped one hand inside her panties, teasing her clitoris.

Sang Rou squinted, moaning softly and softly.

Only when his large hand had played with her panties until they were covered in a sticky substance did he pull them down.

Sang Rou obediently lifted her legs, making it easier for her brother to remove his pants.

He brushed a strand of hair from her ear, kissed the swirl of her earlobe, and bit her pink earlobe, whispering gently, "How about I kiss your clitoris?"

Tears welled in Sang Rou's eyes, her eyelashes fluttering. "Mmm."

Once her clitoris was wet, she could welcome her brother's entry.

Sang Pei knelt down, hoisted Sang Rou's legs onto his shoulders, and kissed her delicate flower.

In a short while, he first cupped her snow-white buttocks and pressed them together, then spread them apart, revealing the deep red daisy between her buttocks, even the tightly closed shell in the middle was slightly open, and lustful fluid dripped out.

"Brother, that's enough... mmm, come in." Sang Rou raised her bound hands high and twisted her body as she spoke.

Now, she really wanted her brother's big rod. Usually, by this time, her brother would have already thrust in.

Sang Pei took off his pants, but laughed, "No, I won't go in today."

He meant what he said, holding his half-erect rod and rubbing it up and down between her wet buttocks, he really had no intention of entering.

He would rather use the tip of his huge rod to tease her vulva than actually insert it.

This kind of torture was the most torturous.

"Mmm... brother, come in!"

"Brother, why don't you want me? Don't you love me anymore?" Sang Pei's actions brought tears to Sang Rou's eyes.

So close, so very close, he could have completely entered her and let her have him.

"Do you know you're wrong?" Sang Pei asked, his words cryptic, leaving Sang Rou utterly bewildered.

She was wrong? What had she done to anger this devil, to make him treat her like this?

She was burning with desire, yet he remained so calm and collected.

"Will you still tell me first if anything happens in the future?"

Sang Rou finally understood; it was still about Li Weiwei.

She nodded hastily, not caring about bowing to her brother, "Yes, yes, I'll tell you everything from now on. Good brother, please forgive me this time."

"Good brother, the best brother."

Sang Pei nodded, "That's good. Now, let's sleep." He

carried the naked Sang Rou to the bed, turned off the light, and held her as they slept.

Sang Rou stared at the dark ceiling. Was this it?

Did he really intend to leave her like this, to stop relieving her desires?

Her lower body was itching unbearably, her thighs trembled, even her skin quivered; she was about to lose control.

"Brother…"

she wanted to plead again, to whine a little.

"Sleep."

Bad guy.

Bad guy.

Why is he still so petty, just like when he was a child, even though he's all grown up?

63. Class Get-Together (Part 1)

After Sang Pei left, it took Sang Rou two days to recover from her low spirits.

At this point, Sang Rou's hatred for Sang Pei wasn't just a little bit. If he had stayed in America, she might not have been so sad. But his coming and going, so quietly, without leaving a trace, stirred up her heart. Watching him leave made her heart ache as if being scratched by a cat. What

was even more hateful was that that night, he really did leave her in bed all night… He really had the heart to do that.

How hateful, how hateful, how hateful…

In the bustling dormitory, the three girls besides Sang Rou were happily getting ready, one borrowing an eyelash curler from another, another borrowing eyeshadow from someone else, each determined to become a bewitching enchantress.

After a while, Li Qiu climbed onto Sang Rou's bed, pulled back the covers, and called out, "Lazy woman, you've been lying around like a corpse for two days! Get up, get up!"

Sang Rou opened her blurry eyes and asked in a daze, "I don't have class this afternoon, what's the point of getting up?"

Li Qiu said with exasperation, "It's a social event, the class monitor just mentioned it yesterday."

Sang Rou's heart clenched; she was terrified. If she dared to go on a social event behind her brother's back [cheating on men?], and he found out, he'd probably skin her alive.

"No, no, I want to sleep. I haven't had a good night's sleep lately because of this planning." Sang Rou made up a random excuse.

"You really don't care about the important things happening around you at all. Do you know which school our class is going to for this social event? It's an army academy. Not only are there hunks, but every single one of them will graduate with a military rank, and there are tons of rich, handsome guys."

Li Qiu had to admire their class monitor's connections; she managed to find such high-class social partners.

This time it was Sang Rou's turn to be puzzled. "Sigh, I say, all three of you have boyfriends, right? Why are you so enthusiastic about this kind of thing? Aren't you afraid your boyfriends will find out?"

Sang Rou was speechless. They were all so excited. Or was she the only one who listened to her man?

"Hmph, if he's capable of keeping me here, I'll obediently stay with him; if he can't, hmph..." Li Qiu's cold snort said it all. "Besides, I just went to freeload and look at handsome guys, I didn't do anything to wrong him. I might like that officer, but he doesn't like me."

Seeing that she couldn't reason with him, Sang Rou lay down and pretended to sleep, "Those three go early and come back late, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Li Qiu wasn't about to give up so easily, she forcibly pulled the lifeless Sang Rou up, "No, no, the class monitor said not a single girl can be missing. Sang Rou, as the dormitory head, I'm giving you a serious warning now, I'm going to give you a yellow card, do you know how long it's been since you participated in our group activities?"

Sang Rou felt helpless, it seemed she wouldn't be able to sleep.

In the end, Sang Rou was forcibly dragged to the Lan Diao Bar by the three heartless women. Sang Rou glanced at the two magnificent signs of Lan Diao and felt that this time she had gone too far. This bar isn't cheap. Not only are all the drinks imported, but even the waiters are required to have a bachelor's degree and be both good-looking and educated.

The rich kids in Jiangzhou's upper-class circles do favor this place, but they're all rich fools with money to burn.

It's far too expensive for ordinary college students to hold a social gathering here. Their class monitor is a proud person who likes to put on a show; could it be her idea again?

Sang Rou's heart pounded. The class monitor's pride wasn't a new thing.

Li Qiu pulled the dazed Sang Rou out of the taxi. "Hurry up, everyone's waiting for us."

Sang Rou, afraid they wouldn't know the inside story, casually asked, "Who suggested holding the social gathering here?"

It would be embarrassing if everyone couldn't chip in and they were detained here. Sang Rou was wealthy, but she didn't want to attract too much attention. At school, she never used her status to bully classmates; she only used it when it was useful.

"I heard it's those handsome officers. What's wrong? Is that not true?"

Li Qiu's family was of modest means, and she had never been to Lan Diao before, so she was unfamiliar with its price range and thus asked the question with suspicion.

Sang Rou breathed a sigh of relief; since it was the other party who suggested it, they must have sufficient funds. The

saying that army academy students in Jiangzhou were rich and naval academy students were powerful seemed to hold true.

The class monitor was already waiting at the bar entrance. Seeing the four of them get out of the car, he greeted them happily, saying, "You've finally arrived ! Let's go in together."

As he opened the door to the private room, he enthusiastically introduced, "Let me introduce you all. These are the four beauties who arrived last in our class. We'll save the best for last, won't we?"

For some reason, these words made Sang Rou feel uneasy.

"An old acquaintance," a man sitting in the corner chuckled, his deep voice making Sang Rou's right eyelid twitch twice.

Wan Jiasheng.

Why was it him again? He really was like a persistent ghost.

Sang Rou genuinely felt she should check the almanac.

64. Class Get-Together (Part 2)

The purple-toned private room was bustling with activity, everyone preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Thirty or forty men and women created a vibrant scene of flirtatious banter.

People came and went around Sang Rou, and before she knew it, Wan Jiasheng sat down next to her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sang Rou suddenly felt a warm breath on her ear, and she jerked away.

Wan Jiasheng chuckled, his voice laced with an indescribable ambiguity and a hint of doting affection that others might misunderstand. "So afraid of me?"

Sang Rou roared, "Sir, don't pretend we're so close. I'm genuinely afraid of you, okay

?" "No, what have you been busy with lately?" Sang Rou asked, taking the initiative. She didn't know how far the topic would veer if he led the conversation.

"Classes, bars, nothing much," Wan Jiasheng said listlessly.

Sang Rou nodded feigningly, "That must have been easy."

"Yeah. You, on the other hand, I've seen you so busy before, you never seem to have time to meet up." Wan Jiasheng showed great interest in Sang Rou's private life.

He leaned in to speak to her, the two of them very close.

Actually, the two of them didn't really have much to say, they were just making conversation.

Sang Rou felt uncomfortable, waved her hand, fanning her face to cool off, and pushed Wan Jiasheng away, "It's so hot, I'll go out and order some iced wine."

Wan Jiasheng pointed to the various beers and wines emitting a chill on the table and said, "No need to go out, we have them all here."

Sang Rou laughed, "These are too strong, I can't drink them. You probably don't know, I have asthma, I can only drink certain brands of alcohol."

Sang Rou's asthma was well managed, and she exercised regularly, so it was almost completely cured after she turned 18.

Certain brands? That was obviously just to impress.

Wan Jiasheng leaned back on the sofa, his eyes vacant. Asthma, of course he knew. Because of her, he had some knowledge of how to provide first aid for an asthma attack.

But he also knew that she was trying to avoid him.

He watched her departing figure, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me."

Sang Rou lifted the purple agate beaded curtain and stepped out of the private room. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her tired face, she had the idea of leaving first and then making up an excuse later.

She didn't like Wan Jiasheng, so she shouldn't give him any illusions. Besides, his gaze made her too uncomfortable, like being coiled by a venomous snake.

But at that moment, Sang Rou caught a glimpse of that familiar yet frighteningly unfamiliar figure flashing by.

Sang Rou composed herself and returned to the private room. But at the same time, she sent out several text messages.

It was that small Japanese-style private room with statues of gods and Buddhas hanging on the walls, a room exuding an elegant, scholarly atmosphere. On the small round table were several packets of white powder, which were being used for something shady.

Liu Chun took out the syringe, pressed it down, and a discontinuous stream of liquid shot out.

Wan Jiasheng sat to the side, one leg bent, the other flat, his hands covering his face and rubbing it, looking like he was struggling with a dilemma.

Liu Chun tied the tube to Sang Rou's arm and patted it.

Sang Rou's skin was fair, and her veins were clearly visible. But the veins were very thin and hard to find. Liu Chun was afraid of finding the wrong vein and killing her, and then this young master next to her would cause trouble for her, so she was very careful.

"Wait." Just as Liu Chun found the right vein, Wan Jiasheng suddenly looked up and stopped her.

Sang Rou's movements also stopped without her noticing.

Liu Chun frowned, "What are you doing? How long have you been waiting for this day? When she has her withdrawal symptoms, what she does will be up to you. You can tell her to open her legs, but she won't dare to close them." "

...Let me think about it some more." Wan Jiasheng scratched his head in pain.

"Don't think about it anymore, I'll do it." With that, Liu Chun was about to aim the needle at Sang Rou's arm.

This day, too, was one she had waited a long time for.

Just as Sang Rou was about to sit up and resist Liu Chun, Wan Jiasheng suddenly sat up and snapped the syringe out of Liu Chun's hand.

Liu Chun looked at the syringe rolling on the ground and said viciously, "Do you know how expensive this batch of goods is? Even I had to go through countless hardships to find it."

Wan Jiasheng grabbed Liu Chun's neck, the veins on his arm bulging. "Don't order me around."

Liu Chun's face turned red from being choked, and he gasped for breath. "I won't order you, I won't order you anymore, separate us. If you kill me, who will find goods for you in the future... cough cough."

In the end, Wan Jiasheng chose to let Liu Chun go.

Liu Chun and Wan Jiasheng sat in silence for a while, one to the south and the other to the north, with the unconscious Sang Rou lying between them.

Liu Chun stared at the remaining goods on the table with fire in his eyes.

"Have you thought it through? Luckily, I brought enough today." With that, Liu Chun picked up the goods on the table again.

"Enough... I don't want to do it anymore." As if he had figured something out, Wan Jiasheng suddenly picked up Sang Rou, his voice sharp and piercing, like the last howl of a trapped beast.

At this critical moment, the lock on the door was pried open, and a series of neat and well-trained footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Wan Jiasheng looked at Sang Rou, who had opened her eyes.

Some people think that a glance can last a lifetime, but in reality, it was only a second before a group of plainclothes police officers rushed in.

65. Wait for me to come back and deal with you .

Although the light was dim, Sang Rou would never mistake the back of the person she saw in the bathroom. It was Liu Chun, too familiar. So

familiar that she trembled.

Instinct told her that this social event was a conspiracy against her. This kind of unguarded opening was Liu Chun's consistent style.

For the past two years, Liu Chun's shadow had always appeared around her from time to time, and she avoided it whenever possible. Sometimes she asked herself, with her identity in this life, dealing with Liu Chun should be more than enough.

For example, she could just find an excuse to tell her brother that someone was investigating and following her. Her brother could easily find out that the person was Liu Chun, and without her saying anything, he would take care of Liu Chun.

Or she could spend a large sum of money on the black market to hire someone to kill Liu Chun.

The simplest method would be to collect evidence of Liu Chun's crimes, report her to the police, and then secretly instigate a severe sentence for her .

…

... …And then there was the fear of being relive the unforgettable humiliations and painful memories of her past life. She feared many things, and in the end, she became weak. " Let it be," she thought, "one day at a time. Someone will eventually deal with people like Liu Chun." Sang Rou deceived herself like this. But during this class get-together, she was surrounded by a wolf in front (Wan Jiasheng) and a tiger behind (Liu Chun). Her trustworthy roommates couldn't help her, leaving Sang Rou isolated and helpless, driven to the brink. She decided to take a desperate gamble. Sang Rou texted her brother from the bathroom, then Yuan Sili, asking for their help. Actually, the key person was Yuan Sili; with his help, she would have succeeded more than halfway. Yuan Sili could call the police chief's office directly with a single phone call. Notifying her brother… was just in case, in case something unpredictable happened. Her brother… years ago, had a global surveillance device implanted under the skin of her arm, about the size of her little fingernail, very thin. Even if she was unconscious or kidnapped, her brother could accurately locate her. He always thought she didn't know, but she was just pretending not to. Just like the miniature surveillance cameras all over her room… it's weird…but being under her brother's watchful eye at all times makes her feel safe. Hmm, it really is weird. -_-! That night, the girls and boys in Sang Rou's class had a blast. Sang Rou's three roommates were all drunk and couldn't get back to the dorm because it was too late, so Sang Rou booked a room at a nearby hotel. Some girls even went straight off with the boys they fancied. Sang Rou nervously led her to the hotel room, where her three roommates were fast asleep on the bed. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. The curtains of the French windows were open, offering a panoramic view of half the city. Among the masses, she was so insignificant, left only to be slaughtered… Then, Sang Rou didn't know how she passed out, but someone kept talking in her miniature earpiece. She was woken up in the moving room. But she obeyed the commands in the earpiece, keeping her eyes closed and improvising as needed. When Wan Jiasheng glanced at her one last time as he was handcuffed, Sang Rou wasn't unmoved. Sang Rou knew Wan Jiasheng liked her, but she used to think it was just an arrogant young master's obsession with a woman he couldn't have—unable to forget her because he couldn't have her. But that one glance… When Yuan Sili helped Sang Rou up and asked how she was, she could only shake her head. Relieved to know her roommates were safe, Sang Rou breathed a sigh of relief. What followed was a great uproar. Sang Rou went straight back to the Sang family home. When she video-chatted with her brother, his face was ashen; his furrowed brows only relaxed slightly when he saw she was alright. Sang Pei gritted his teeth and said, "I'll deal with you when I get back." Then… the video went black. Sang Rou swallowed all her grievances. The next day, as soon as Sang Rou opened her door, she saw her brother standing outside. 66. With me there, the winter sun shone in. My brother stood in the doorway, blocking most of the sunlight, casting a very long shadow on the ground due to the angle. The sunlight cast a subtle backlight on his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. Even knowing his intentions were hostile, Sang Rou was still happy to see him again so soon, regardless of the reason. Leaning against the door, Sang Rou asked with a mixture of surprise and joy, "Brother, is school out for break? When did you get home?" Her face was flushed a healthy pink with excitement, and she seemed to be in good spirits. Sang Pei had just opened his mouth to speak when a strong thud struck his abdomen. "Cough cough..." He clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips. He turned his face away, clearly not wanting to pass his cold on to Sang Rou. "How did you catch a cold?" Sang Rou didn't hide the fact that her brother had a cold and quickly took his arm, asking with concern. Sang Pei entered Sang Rou's room, the door slowly closing behind him. Sang Pei sat on the pale yellow sheets, leaning against the headboard. Sang Rou was half-nestled in her brother's arms, and only now could she get a good look at him. He wore a clean, cigar-colored wool overcoat with hidden buttons, over a simple patterned double-breasted sweater—a distinctly European style—and soft leather shoes. He looked smart, and nestled in his arms, she could smell the fresh scent of his shower. But the paleness on his face betrayed his vulnerability, and his chest heaved intermittently. His lips were dry and chapped from lack of moisture, and his complexion lacked its usual luster. "Why don't you take care of yourself? Didn't we agree that I'd take care of myself, and you should too?" "Don't change the subject...cough cough...yesterday...cough cough...what happened?" "Don't speak yet, let me tell you slowly." Her delicate white hands gently stroked his heaving chest, trying to calm his cough. "Cough cough, are you hurt anywhere?" This was what Sang Pei really wanted to ask. Sang Rou felt a warmth in her heart, followed by a painful shrinking, and quickly said, "Wait for me!" She then dashed out of the room like a shot. That rabbit-like speed made Sang Pei deeply suspicious that she was feeling guilty… But as it turned out, Sang Pei was just being petty. o__o… Sang Pei stayed alone in Sang Rou's room, looking around. From the arrangement of her belongings and the changes in the furniture, he could tell that she had recently changed her mind. He wanted to possess her completely, but things rarely go as planned. Half an hour later, Sang Rou brought back a bowl of rock sugar pear soup. She handed the small blue-and-white porcelain bowl to her brother. Before he had even eaten, she asked expectantly, "How is it? Is it good? I made it." Sang Pei scooped up a spoonful and fed it to himself. The warm taste made him feel a little better. He had landed at five o'clock that day. After returning home, he didn't disturb anyone, took a hot shower, and washed off the dust. Seeing that it was still dark, he read for a while. Around 7 o'clock, guessing that Sang Rou should be up, he came to find her.

The helplessness he felt while away from her in America had initially fueled his anger. However, after getting off the plane, his exhaustion calmed him down somewhat; a bowl of soup she had made melted away his anger, just like the chill in his body.

Strictly speaking, the rock sugar pear soup was only average—too sweet. Sang Rou always liked to add a lot of sugar to her cooking, and for years she had never been cloying, while he preferred a lighter taste. However, he felt it tasted better than the soup made by their family's chef, perhaps it was just psychological.

In the end, Sang Pei, despite complaining about the sweetness, finished the entire bowl of soup.

But after finishing it, his expression remained unchanged, offering no comment, neither praising nor criticizing.

"Brother, are you feeling any better? My roommate told me this is the best cure for coughs, so I thought I'd make it for you when you have a cold," Sang Rou said, her hands cupping her rosy cheeks as she looked at her brother like a child waiting for praise and candy.

She had practiced making it many times, and even tasted it when it was done—it was incredibly delicious.

Sang Pei raised an eyebrow. "So you've been hoping I'd catch a cold."

Sang Rou felt more wronged than Dou E, and was about to defend herself

when her mother's cold, loud scolding voice echoed down the corridor: "Where's the young master? I heard he came back last night. Why didn't anyone inform me?"

"Madam, I'm so sorry. The young master was only thinking of you. He instructed us not to wake anyone." "

Then why isn't he resting in his room this morning? Can such a grown man just vanish into

thin air?" Sang's mother was furious. As soon as she heard her son was back, she went to his room to look for him, only to find it spotless and deserted. She couldn't help but blame the servants for their inattentiveness. She also blamed her son, saying he hadn't even called her when he got back.

Sang Pei and Sang Rou both heard their mother's loud scolding.

Sang Pei put the bowl and spoon on the bedside table and raised his voice in response, "Mom, I'm here."

He said he raised his voice, but it was only slightly louder than usual. Although his tone was usually calm, it unconsciously revealed an air of authority.

Sang Rou looked at her brother in surprise. What was he trying to do? It wouldn't be good if Aunt Sang saw him sitting on her bed. He could have waited for Aunt Sang to leave, then returned to his own room and made up an excuse.

Anything was better than Aunt Sang finding out he was sitting on her bed.

"I'm here," Sang Pei said, holding Sang Rou's cold hand without getting up from the bed.

Sang's mother was startled and took a few more steps forward to Sang Rou's room.

For some reason, she suddenly hesitated to open the door.

But in the end, the desire to see her son overcame everything. Sang's mother opened the door and saw her son leaning lazily against the headboard of Sang Rou's bed. He didn't seem to care at all, sitting very naturally on the bed of his stepsister.

Sang's mother's head throbbed with pain.

67. Deeply in Love

Although it was early morning, Sang's mother was already dressed exquisitely. She wore a magnificent silk dark-colored long dress, a string of South Sea pearls around her slender white neck, and her golden hair was half-up.

She was not young, but standing next to Sang Pei, people would definitely mistake them for siblings rather than mother and son.

"Pei, you know, you're such a grown woman. Even if we're siblings, you can't just casually enter Xiao Rou's room. Don't you know how to avoid suspicion?" Sang's mother composed herself before speaking as if nothing was amiss.

Sang Pei pressed her throbbing eyebrows and said, "Mom, my head hurts. Keep your voice down."

Sang's mother immediately felt sorry for him and took two steps forward. "Are you alright? Let me see." She then called out to the door, "Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zhou, quickly invite Dr. Li over."

Aunt Zhou responded from outside the door.

Sang Pei grasped his mother's hand and reassured her, "Mom, it's alright, I'm fine, don't worry."

His mother frowned. "You know, you need to take care of your health while your studies are so demanding. You absolutely must see a doctor. I'll take you back to your room first. Also, don't neglect your studies. Don't worry about things at home; just focus on your studies in America. Last time, when the secretary's wife invited me to play cards, she asked about you, saying your future is limitless. You've made your mother proud."

Sang Pei's mother secretly hoped her son would stay in America longer, letting things cool down back home.

Sang Pei stood up. This action was also a subtle reminder to his mother, letting her know that his relationship with Xiao Rou was special.

She had been with him for so long, but their relationship wasn't legitimate; it was time to give her a proper status. Sang Pei thought.

Before, he had been forced into it, but now that he had some power, he didn't want to wrong her anymore.

Watching Sang Pei return to his room, and noticing that Aunt Sang hadn't greeted her once, Sang Rou felt a pang of pain despite her attempts to comfort herself.

The room, decorated primarily in cool tones, finally welcomed its occupant.

Sang's mother stood by the bed, her well-maintained, fair hands holding a glass of warm water. Watching her son swallow a few white and green pills, she quickly handed him the water. "...Pei, you're so old now, haven't you thought about having a girlfriend?"

Although Sang's mother was aloof, her love for her son was unwavering, and her attention to him far surpassed that for her daughter. Perhaps because she saw her son as her pillar of support, she was even somewhat afraid of him.

Sang Pei didn't know if his mother knew about his relationship with Sang Rou. But she probably did; how could she start looking for girls who matched his social standing when her son was only in middle school?

Sang Pei knew his mother's good intentions, but sometimes he felt she treated him like livestock, an object to be proud of. Her subtle boasting to outsiders, her strict demands on him since childhood… all revealed her desire for him to grow into the person she envisioned.

She was feigning ignorance, while he hoped to slowly tear down this thick veil.

His wife could only be one person.

“Yes, Mom, I have someone I like. How about I bring her back to show you in a few days?” Sang Pei smiled, agreeing with his mother.

His mother’s fingers trembled, and she had to cross her hands to steady them. “No…no need. I don’t care about those women you play around with outside. As long as you marry a good wife in the future, that’s enough. My son’s wife must be the best.”

“Mom, I’m sleepy. I’ll rest now,” Sang Pei said, closing his eyes.

Seeing his mother’s stubbornness, Sang Pei had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being. He didn’t want to push his mother too hard.

But on his marriage, he would never compromise.

68.

The night of the proposal was deep and warm inside the room, but outside, the chill was heavy, accompanied by the rustling of leaves in the wind. It might snow tomorrow.

But because of his return, this winter was no longer cold.

Liu Chun and Wan Jiasheng kidnapped a girl, and the highly dangerous drugs found in Ge Ya's private room... nothing was as simple as it seemed. The sons of officials, upscale entertainment facilities, drugs—multiple elements intertwined, making the follow-up investigation exceptionally difficult.

In the warm music room,

Sang Rou leaned against the milky-white piano stand, a few strands of black hair falling alluringly to her lips. She hummed a tune, her voice blending softly with the tinkling of the piano, gentle and melodious.

That warm tone soothed the listener's melancholy.

Sang Pei sat at the piano, his fingers moving ceaselessly, glancing sideways at the leaning Sang Rou, captivated by the unconscious tenderness she exuded.

A long, high note marked the end.

"Is your cold really better? Why aren't you resting more?" Sang Rou finally asked, not wanting to disturb him while he was playing the piano so intently.

"A good night's sleep will cure everything," Sang Pei said. Actually, his cold was more due to worrying about her.

"Then let me give you a massage." Sang Rou walked behind her brother, placing her slender hands on his shoulders.

Sang Rou was very skilled; she had even hired a massage therapist specifically for her brother. She used her thumb and other four fingers to pinch the muscles on her brother's shoulders, feeling a slight pang of sympathy for those stiff, iron-like muscles. How long had it been since he had relaxed? His muscles were so tense.

Feeling sorry for her brother, she applied more pressure, rhythmically pinching the muscles on his shoulders.

"No need, come here."

Massage is actually hard work, and soon Sang Pei pulled Sang Rou's hand and led her to his seat.

At this moment, Sang Rou's eyes were slightly red.

She turned her head away, not wanting him to see her like this.

Sang Pei casually pinched Sang Rou's cheek. "Don't give me that long face, smile."

Sang Rou's lips twitched, her smile looking even uglier than her tears.

Sang Pei stuck his middle finger into Sang Rou's mouth, stirring it with her tongue.

"Disobedient, aren't you? Want me to teach you a lesson?"

Her brother was still teasing her when Sang Rou burst into tears. She bit his fingertip hard, speaking indistinctly, "I've always been a burden to you, from childhood to adulthood. I've always been your burden. But even so, I still don't want to leave you, brother. Am I annoying?"

Her fingertip bled from the bite, but Sang Pei didn't pull it out.

Sang Pei sighed inwardly. Sang Rou's insecurities had flared up again; he didn't know where this bad habit came from. He had done everything to reassure her, but it still hadn't worked.

What could he do to make her believe that he had no other intentions towards her? The world is so vast, and countless truths can be proven scientifically, yet his love for her remains inexplicable.

"Xiao Rou, let me ask you, if I had nothing, if I were destitute, if I were bedridden with illness, would you still stay with me?" Sang Pei asked.

"Yes," Sang Rou answered firmly. Was there even a question? She would rather he had no money, so that fewer women would seduce him. He was seriously ill, and she wouldn't leave his side for a moment.

If he wished, she would support him. Sang Rou had even considered this.

"No regrets?" "

No regrets." "

Xiao Rou, actually, my feelings are the same as yours. No matter if you are poor, sick, or anything else, I will always be there," Sang Pei said.

Sang Rou flicked her tongue, licking the blood droplet on her brother's finger.

69.

The night was so quiet. The music room wasn't in the main building, but on the second floor of a low-rise villa to the right of the main building. Its location wasn't too close or too far, but because it was surrounded by towering trees, forming a natural barrier, it was exceptionally quiet.

Sang Rou's eyes softened as she knelt down, pressing her face against her brother's knees. She hugged his legs tightly and said, "Brother, I know, I know, I know everything."

You protect and pamper me, though we sometimes have little arguments, how could I not know? I've understood your feelings for over ten years. Sang Rou didn't say the rest aloud.

Perhaps because of the night, her voice was low and soft, ethereal and dreamlike, as if it might be blown away by a gentle breeze at any moment.

The moonlight was beautiful.

Quietly leaning on each other, Sang Pei played a few more soft tunes from the depths of his memory. It had been so long since he'd played, and his fingers were a little rusty. Sang Rou, like a docile kitten, nestled at her brother's feet.

If there were magic that could change the size of people at will, Sang Rou thought, she would want to become very, very small, small enough to fit in her brother's pocket, to be with him all the time; or, she could make her brother very, very small, put him in her pocket, and take him out to look at him, touch him, and pinch him when she was angry.

But spending every day together would surely get boring.

Sang Rou's imagination ran wild, and she burst out laughing at the thought.

The sound was especially loud in the quiet night.

After playing a Chopin Nocturne, Sang Pei checked his watch and patted Sang Rou's sleepy face.

"Go back to sleep, don't catch a cold. Get up early tomorrow, I'll take you out to play."

"Hmm, what time is it?" Sang Rou clenched her fist and rubbed it against her sleepy eye sockets.

"It's 11:30."

Sang Pei closed the piano lid, and Sang Rou had already sat up.

She tiptoed and kissed her brother, then said, "I'll go first, you come out later."

This self-deception was better than nothing.

The next day, after breakfast, Sang Rou was dragged out by her brother. When they arrived at their destination, she realized it was the apartment where they had "cheated" on each other years ago.

Back then, they didn't dare to openly embrace at home, always looking out the window, so they would sneak into this apartment whenever they had a chance. To make it more discreet, the apartment was eventually registered under Yuan Sili's name.

But it had been a long time since she'd been here.

Seeing the familiar furnishings, Sang Rou remembered those passionate nights. Back then, on the desk, on the bathroom chair, on the dining table, in the corner of the balcony… he had played with her in every way, this way… that way…

their love was everywhere.

Her heart pounded…

what an awful feeling.

Sang Rou blushed, her delicate face turning pink. "Brother, why did you think of coming back here?"

She looked around, sensing something strange about the room, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Hmm, she was probably overthinking it.

Wan Jiasheng was tossed aside in the corner like a rag. He was extremely depressed. His parents had already arranged for him to be released on medical parole during his detention; not only Sang Pei, but even Yuan Sili couldn't do anything to him. But just as he was being escorted out of the police station by staff, a van suddenly sped out and, yes, right in front of the police station, abducted him.

Because no one expected someone to be so bold as to storm the police station, the bodyguards who came to pick up Wan Jiasheng were a beat slower than the group that snatched him in the van.

By the time they realized something was wrong, the van had already sped away.

Wan Jiasheng was stripped naked, not even his underwear was left. He was blindfolded, gagged, and locked in a cramped space.

It seemed to be somewhere in the bedroom, but Wan Jiasheng could only guess, because when he was being massaged, his foot seemed to have twisted at the foot of the bed.

Until that voice reached his ears.

"Brother, why did you think of coming back here?"

70. A brief introduction:

Sang Rou looked around the cozy little house, which was decorated mainly in pale yellow tones. She touched this and that. Although she hadn't been here for a long time, it was clear that someone had been cleaning it all along.

The wooden floor was spotless, the windows were sparkling clean...

even the white embroidered pillow that she had left on the sofa when she last came was still there, placed in the exact same spot.

Sang Pei took off his leather shoes, put on soft fur slippers, and walked into the entryway.

He wrapped his arms around Sang Rou's waist from behind and suddenly whispered in her ear, "How about we use this as our wedding room?" His hot breath brushed against her ear, penetrating her brain and making her dizzy, almost causing her brain to shut down.

Only when she heard this seemingly casual remark did Sang Rou's heart skip a beat.

"Auntie…" And her uncle, even Sang Qi, were all obstacles…

The unspoken words were understood by both of them.

Sang Rou's body trembled slightly.

There were too many obstacles in their path to being together, not only from family, but also from society and public opinion. Sometimes Sang Rou didn't want to think about the future, because it seemed so close yet unattainable, breaking her heart with longing without reaching a conclusion.

Sang Pei bit Sang Rou's earlobe and said ambiguously, "You just need to say whether you want to marry me or not. I'll take care of the rest."

Sang Rou's earlobe went soft, her waist went weak, and she blurted out, "No way!"

Pei chuckled softly in response.

Good heavens, she was truly embarrassed; this was even more embarrassing than sleeping with him. She didn't know why, but while she could be so comfortable sleeping with her brother, she felt incredibly awkward when she heard his words, which sounded like a marriage proposal.

The words "I do" swirled in her heart, but she just couldn't say them.

Hearing Sang Rou's voice, Wan Jiasheng finally knew where he was.

If he still didn't understand Sang Pei's intentions at this moment, he would have wasted all his time working in the world of pleasure.

Sang Rou and Sang Pei's voices grew closer...

"How about we use this as our wedding room?"

"Auntie..."

"Just tell me if you want to marry me. I'll take care of everything else."

"No way!"

Sang Rou and Sang Pei chattered for a while...

then Wan Jiasheng heard the creaking of the mattress, so close to his ear that he could even count the rhythm of its movements. His eyes were bound with heavy fabric, his mouth was gagged, and even his hands and feet were tightly bound. At this moment, only his ears were unusually sharp.

"Brother, be gentle, you're biting me."

Wan Jiasheng had never heard Sang Rou speak in such a voice before. He couldn't even imagine it. Sang Rou usually spoke in a very soft and gentle voice, but never in such a seductive, watery voice, so seductive that... it would make any man hard.

If it weren't for the fact that a person's voice is hard to change, he wouldn't believe it was Sang Rou.

"Is it okay now?"

"Haha, it's so itchy, no, brother, you've touched my ticklish spot."

"You're so hard to please, how about this?"

"Mmm... ah... brother, just like that, it feels so good when you bite..."

How could she make such a wanton sound like a prostitute? Wan Jiasheng bit his lips until they bled, feeling indignant.

Wan Jiasheng's current situation was like being burned on fire and roasted in oil, both tormented and painful. The burning sensation in his lower body was consuming his entire body, and he could no longer bear it. He used all his strength on his right side and desperately slammed his head against the wooden board.

"Brother, what's that sound?"

"Nothing, just mice."

"...Do mice make that much noise?"

"A whole nest."

Then, the two of them completely forgot about that dark corner.

71. Ecstasy (Spicy)

Just as they stepped through the small door of the bedroom, Sang Pei suddenly picked up Sang Rou.

Sang Rou gasped and hurriedly wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, "You're so annoying, why didn't you say anything?"

She pouted and acted coquettishly.

Sang Pei slipped one arm under her legs and wrapped the other around her shoulder, striding towards the bed. Sang Rou's ninety-pound weight seemed remarkably light in his arms.

"Silly girl, with me here, what are you afraid of?" His voice held a hidden tenderness.

The pale yellow chandelier in the center of the ceiling cast a soft, dappled light, casting an ambiguous glow on the two of them.

Sang Pei gently laid Sang Rou flat on the bed, his hands supporting him on either side of her head, their eyes meeting.

"One day, I will marry you and have your children," Sang Pei said.

"You said it," Sang Rou replied.

In that instant, Sang Rou's heart melted.

Perhaps her brother's most commendable virtue was his keeping his word. Otherwise, given his pettiness and vengeful nature, she wouldn't...

wouldn't want what?

She wouldn't want to like him.

"I said it," Sang Pei nodded emphatically, with unprecedented seriousness.

Under the lamplight, Sang Rou's navy blue wool coat appeared almost black, cinched at her slender waist with a matching belt about the length of her little finger, tied in a simple, casual bow on the right side. The coat had a very flattering fit, and paired with a light gray pleated skirt, it exuded a pure and innocent charm.

Sang Pei stared intently into Sang Rou's eyes, first untying the bow belt from her coat, then the dark blue agate buttons. Once the coat was open, a delicate lace undershirt tightly hugged her ample breasts.

The high-necked white lace undershirt was adorned with several pure white handmade lilies, each about the size of a thumb, exquisitely crafted. Even more intriguing was the gold zipper at the back. Sang Pei reached behind Sang Rou and pulled down, and the garment slipped off her body.

Two full, perfectly shaped breasts bounced out.

Following the lace undershirt, a light gray pleated skirt and black fleece-lined leggings appeared on the wooden floor…

Sang Rou's legs were tightly closed, her snow-white thighs flushed pink, her ten small, cute toes trembling nervously. White lace panties covered her most hidden pubic area, the center slightly raised like a small hill. Sang

Pei untied Sang Rou's bra strap, revealing her small, hard nipples, the size of red beans, already slightly protruding, proudly displaying their beauty to onlookers, like a red tassel blooming on a white flower, trembling shyly in the air.

He opened his mouth and took them in, licking and biting. With a slight exertion, the slightly painful touch made Sang Rou's body suddenly bounce up, forming a perfect arch, her slender waist seemingly broken, fragile and easily bent.

"Ah, brother… no… don't… ahh…"

After tormenting her tender breasts, Sang Pei finally peeled off the panties, which already had a wet stain in the middle.

Sang Pei bent down to examine it closely. The slit was tightly closed, only occasionally opening slightly when a trickle of clear, lustful fluid oozed out, only to close again immediately.

She wondered what torturous method her brother had devised this time. Instead of gently caressing her vulva with his fingers as usual, he placed her legs on his shoulders and used his massive member to pry open the bright red slit, moving in and out shallowly.

His member didn't want to go deep; the tingling, numbing sensation crawled over the inner walls of her vulva, making Sang Rou unbearable.

"Mmm… Brother, that's enough," Sang Rou whimpered, twisting her waist.

Sang Pei chuckled, "Can you feel it? My head's in."

As her brother spoke, Sang Rou's sensations intensified; even the pulsating veins of the massive member were crystal clear. He entered her body little by little, then withdrew… Her delicate, secret place tightly held the mushroom-shaped head, unwilling to let it leave, each withdrawal incredibly difficult.

Ah… how could he be so cruel…

"Is it big?" he asked again with a smile.

"…Mmm…" Sang Rou sobbed softly, her waist trembling slightly, her fingers and toes weak, a sound that was indistinguishable between a nod and a fragile moan.

"Is it big or not?" he asked again.

Sang Rou turned her head to one side, her fist pressed against her lips, her head shaking uncontrollably.

"…Mmm, big, brother, so big, please don't torture me anymore, ah…"

The faint sounds of impact in the corner of the room finally ceased.

01-15 72. Anti-itch Stick (Spicy)

Through a window on a high-rise building in the city, one could see a stunningly beautiful woman lying on a bright red sheet. She was completely naked, her tender skin as delicate as a baby's, her face pure yet alluring, her starry eyes half-open, her full breasts proudly erect, even her navel small and cute, her slender legs without an ounce of fat, like the most beautiful creation of heaven and earth, trembling on the bed.

Fragile and helpless.

Sang Rou weakly gripped the pillowcase with both hands, she was going crazy. Her brother was acting so strangely today, constantly forcing her to say embarrassing things, but that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was... in the end, he still wouldn't give in to her.

At this moment, Sang Rou really couldn't guess what her brother meant.

Normally, he wouldn't use so many tricks, physical intimacy was the most practical, just directly intervening... it was good for her and him.

Under her brother's burning gaze, Sang Rou, though unwilling, still shyly uttered those shameful words to him.

"...Mmm, big, brother, so big..."

Just thinking about the intoxicating sensation of their impending union sent a shiver down Sang Rou's spine, making her itch all over.

But Sang Pei was manipulating Sang Rou's body, his right index finger sliding from her calf up her inner thigh, as if unwilling to stop.

His calloused fingertips were so rough, and when they brushed against the rarely exposed, delicate skin of her inner thigh, Sang Rou's skin tingled with goosebumps.

Sang Pei's fingertips barely touched the newly closed slit between Sang Rou's legs before immediately pulling away, as if it were something dirty that he didn't want to touch.

Sang Rou was suffering; she was already aroused, but her most sensitive spot remained unsatisfied.

"Want it to get even bigger? I'll tell you a trick, okay? It loves when you say dirty things, the dirtier it gets, the harder it gets. Say more,"

Sang Pei said, biting Sang Rou's pink-tinged neck and pointing to his swollen member.

"Say it," Sang Pei urged.

Sang Rou lay face down on the bed, her right cheek resting on the soft pillow, her red lips slightly parted, breathing softly.

She felt like crying, wanting to die.

Sang Pei licked down Sang Rou's snow-white spine, then back up to her buttocks, making a U-shaped motion repeatedly. In no time, Sang Rou's back was covered in her brother's saliva, sticky and uncomfortable.

Sang Rou felt both ashamed and anxious. She let out a soft moan, her cherry lips parting slightly, "...Good brother, dear brother, please give it to me quickly~~"

Sang Pei shook his head with a smile, "That won't do."

Sang Rou swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, as if all her saliva had evaporated. Then came the even more shameful words, "...Good brother, Rou'er... Rou'er's lower body is so itchy, I want to borrow your... your big stick~~"

"Where is Rou'er's lower body?" Sang Pei asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Sang Pei's lust had already flared, and he longed to lift Rou'er's legs and thrust wildly. But he immediately remembered his purpose today; the more exquisite pleasure was worth the longer wait...

To enjoy the ultimate pleasure, he wasn't in a hurry.

"...Little cunt," Sang Rou said shyly with her eyes closed, deceiving herself, "This isn't what I said, this isn't what I said."

"Rou'er has two little pussyes down there, isn't this one?"

Sang Pei's hand moved down to between her thighs, pressing on the anus, which was a darker color than the rest of her body, his middle finger slightly digging in. With his movement, her two pink buttocks trembled, the muscles of her buttocks tensed, and two small whirlpools appeared on the semi-circular flesh, incredibly alluring.

Sang Rou felt a sharp pain in her buttocks, her body shrinking forward, trying to escape that wicked finger, but her brother grabbed her waist, and she could no longer move.

"I found it, isn't it here?" Sang Pei said exaggeratedly, deliberately raising his voice.

Wan Jiasheng in the cupboard had stopped struggling, the swelling between his legs standing tall and unyielding, but he had no way to release it. At this moment, he understood perfectly well that Sang Pei was showing off, showing off that he possessed what he did not. Thinking of how Sang Rou used to avoid him whenever she saw him, and comparing it to how she was now beneath Sang Pei, letting him do whatever he wanted...

Wan Jiasheng didn't want to hear Sang Rou's lewd voice anymore, but he couldn't control his ears. His ears stood up high, as if unwilling to miss a single cry.

This painful yet sweet torment made him feel a deep sense of defeat as a man.

73. Crying uncontrollably (spicy)

His gaze shifted from the retro-style lampshade on the bedside table to the black and red low-cut bra, matching black and red lace embroidered panties, light gray pleated skirt, black fleece-lined leggings, lace undershirt... The clothes that Sang Rou had been wearing were all thrown onto the wooden floor.

And her brother? He wasn't much better off, with clothes scattered here and there, and his Pierre Cardin underwear was even draped directly over the lampshade, swaying in the wind.

He looked as slutty as could be.

Sang Rou lay on the bed, her alluring buttocks lifted high by her brother, making them look even rounder and firmer. But in reality, this doggy-style position made Sang Rou extremely uncomfortable. Her internal organs churned, as if rushing to her throat.

And her most private parts were completely exposed to the light… even more embarrassingly, exposed to her brother's gaze.

Without turning around, Sang Rou could feel her brother's burning gaze, which made her whole body feel hot.

Moreover, she knew that her vulva trembled under her brother's gaze, contracting and expanding thirstily. Her

honest body made it impossible for her to hide her true feelings.

Sang Pei inserted his fingers into Sang Rou's delicate mouth, swirling them around her tongue. When his fingers and palms were covered with the sticky saliva from Sang Rou's mouth, he inserted his middle finger into the exposed vulva before him.

That place, never before exposed to the outside world, suddenly had a slender, hard object inserted into it. Even with the lubrication of saliva, Sang Rou still cried out in pain.

"Brother, no, it hurts." Sang Rou frowned, a great fear rising in her heart. Her slender waist could not bear such great pleasure, and it slumped weakly downwards.

In a daze, her raised lower body seemed as if it might collapse at any moment.

Sang Pei's middle finger slowly thrust in and out of her daisy, back and forth dozens of times, until finally, the gesture quickened, penetrating deeper, as if searching for something within Sang Rou's body.

Sang Rou felt numb all over, a surge of electricity like lightning coursing through her body.

This feeling… just from her fingers, she couldn't imagine what her brother's big thing would feel like… She'd never experienced it, and she was afraid to try.

That frantic, unsettling feeling overwhelmed her.

Sang Rou dodged her brother's fingers and ran towards the door.

This outbuilding, which they shared, was a surprise to Sang Pei. Because a new designer had been hired for the renovation, the design was quite bold, adding several steps to the entrance to the bedroom, creating a fake second floor.

After Sang Rou ran out of the room, her brother immediately pinned her down on those five or six steps.

At this point, both of them were naked. Her brother held Sang Rou's trembling breasts in his hands, and her body went limp, unable to move.

This position was extremely alluring. The natural terrain of the steps allowed Sang Rou's upper body to lie on the top step, her lower body half-suspended in the air. Anyone nearby could easily penetrate her, providing Sang Pei with great convenience.

Sang Pei held Sang Rou's right breast in one hand, and pressed his index finger against the erect nipple with the other.

The hard protrusion pressed against his fingertip, and Sang Pei kept pressing down, his hand never letting go.

Sang Rou whimpered and collapsed onto the steps.

"Are you still going to run away, huh?" he threatened.

Seeing that she was obedient, Sang Pei withdrew, took out a gift box from behind the sofa, opened it, and took out the props he had prepared beforehand.

A pair of sexy lingerie tailor-made for Sang Rou.

Ultra-thin pink, with an exquisite bow connecting the bra and panties at the lower abdomen. The most wonderful thing was that it was a see-through outfit, and when worn, even Rou'er's most private parts could be seen, which was the effect Sang Pei wanted.

Completely naked was no match for the allure of half-concealed beauty.

Just playing with her breasts was enough to drive Sang Rou crazy with pleasure, and she dared not think of anything else.

"Silly girl, why are you running? Would I hurt you?"

He helped her put on the clothes, which fit Sang Rou perfectly. Only after putting them on did he notice that the thin, see-through panties had two holes cut into them, exquisitely crafted to resemble two blooming flowers—a rose and a chrysanthemum—with the missing parts being the stamens.

Sang Pei's swollen, massive member passed through the specially provided passage in the panties, pressing against her anus, and inserting half its head.

"No…" Sang Rou screamed.

Her buttocks felt as if they were being slashed by a sharp knife, burning and throbbing with pain. It was a pain devoid of pleasure, a real, visceral pain like being beaten.

"Bear with it a little longer, my dear Rou'er, bear with it for me. Be good, it'll be better later."

Sang Pei felt the tension in Sang Rou's body; even the first time, she hadn't felt this bad. So he slowed his advance, letting out a long sigh only after fully penetrating her.

At that moment, he didn't even want to pull out; it was too tight, too warm.

Like the golden headband binding Sun Wukong, it tightly bound him. He didn't even need to move; just feeling the tight, lethal squeezing was enough to send him to heaven.

It was a completely different feeling from the female cunt in front.

And the female cunt in front, under the caress of her brother's hands, shamelessly flowed wet, sticky, lustful fluid, wetting her see-through pants.

"No...no, ah...brother, not in front, it hurts so much...mmm..."

"What's wrong with it? Look, didn't you start moaning? Rou'er, don't you want to be completely possessed by me?"

"It doesn't have to be from behind..." The front is fine too.

Sang Rou still fantasized that her brother would change his mind, but how could that be possible? Sang Pei had made many preparations for today.

He had been eyeing her tender little chrysanthemum for more than just a day or two.

"But I want it this way. I want to possess every inch of you, every part of you, without letting go." He said each word in her ear.

Sang Pei moved slowly, causing Sang Rou's body to sway.

He massaged her breasts with one hand and played with the small, hard bead above her vulva with the other, enjoying himself immensely.

"Ugh... Brother..."

Slowly, Sang Rou's cries of pain turned into soft moans; she was even finding pleasure in this torturous lovemaking.

"I'm here." He turned her head and captured her lips.

"Go slower, you'll break it."

Then Sang Rou could no longer utter coherent words, only meaningless moans remained. In the end, she couldn't even moan anymore, only breathing heavily with her mouth half-open.

The pleasure was so intense that she couldn't even make a sound; what kind of joy was that?

"Mmm... Ah, Brother, don't go any further, I'm dying, I'm dying..."

Just as Sang Rou was dizzy and couldn't even open her eyes, Sang Pei let out a low growl, lay on Sang Rou's back, and took a deep breath, his face contorted with intense pleasure.

74. I'm so sorry,

Wan Jiasheng was dragged out of the closet by the thugs in black. Standing for so long had left his legs completely stiff and numb. He stumbled and fell at Sang Pei's feet.

The room was the same, but the people were different.

Sang Pei put down his wine, sat up from the sofa, helped Wan Jiasheng up, brushed imaginary dust off his clothes, and laughed, "Jiasheng, I originally wanted to invite you to dinner to calm your nerves after you got out, but my men misunderstood. Look at the mess..."

"I'm so sorry,"

Wan Jiasheng sneered. Although he was disheveled, his eyes were cold. How could he not be cold after suffering such a humiliating defeat?

Anyone could say polite words, but Wan Jiasheng didn't want to at this moment. He sneered twice, "Sang Pei, does everyone call you 'Master Pei' and you think too highly of yourself? If I were to make a move, I could crush you with one hand."

From childhood playmates to current enemies, their grudges were far from over.

While others were busy preparing for the college entrance exam, Sang Pei secured a place at the most prestigious business school in the US—no, the world. While others were dating in college, he and his partners completed several noteworthy projects. People in his circle respectfully called him "Brother Pei," and even Wan Jiasheng's parents constantly talked about him, often comparing Wan Jiasheng to Sang Pei…

Even when their relationship wasn't so tense and fraught with conflict in their childhood, Yuan Sili, Wei Xuan, and their group preferred to spend time with Sang Pei and sought his opinion on many things… As these things increased, a thorn was planted in Wan Jiasheng's heart.

How could Wan Jiasheng not hate him?

But Sang Pei had grown up surrounded by a genius aura, and he was more hardworking than anyone else, never slacking off. Wan Jiasheng couldn't catch up even if he rode five horses.

Wan Jiasheng understood this, but at this moment, he was relying on sheer force of will. If he could crush Sang Pei, Wan Jiasheng would be the first to rush forward.

Since the other party wasn't receptive, Sang Pei's smile faded, and he said, "Since you don't have time, I'll visit again the next day. I'm sure your parents will welcome me. Take Young Master Wan home."

Meanwhile, Sang Rou…

After her brother took her home, Sang Rou felt sore all over, her rear burned, and she couldn't even move her lower body. She almost suspected she was paralyzed. She couldn't sleep, only managing a light nap in bed, and was soon woken by her phone ringing.

She was exhausted and wanted to hang up, but when she saw the caller ID showed Wei Xuan, with whom she had been close since childhood, she forced herself to speak, "Hello."

"Xiaorou, it's me, Wei Xuan. I'm back in Jiangzhou. Do you have time now? I'd like to invite you for morning tea."

Wei Xuan, like Yuan Sili, is also a senior, but he's studying law at Kyoto University in the capital. It's graduation time, so he only came back when he had some free time.

Wei Xuan's family wants him to pursue a political career, working at the grassroots level for a few years after graduation, and then rising through the ranks after achieving some success.

Sang Rou chuckled twice. "I knew it was you. When did you get back?"

Sang Rou glanced at the alarm clock; it was already the next morning. Her brother had tormented her all day.

"This morning."

So early, Sang Rou thought.

"Unsolicited kindness is always suspicious. This isn't a normal holiday; the first thing you do upon returning isn't just invite me for tea. Tell me, what do you need my help with? Just say it over the phone. My back is killing me; I can't get up."

Wei Xuan chuckled lewdly. "I understand, I understand. Talking to smart people is so easy. Isn't it Sri's birthday? I'm now miles away from him, and I don't know what he needs, so I wanted to ask you."

Sang Rou knew that these people never lacked anything, so giving them something they liked would be difficult. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's in the army now, and I don't know what he needs." "He doesn't like anything, and he's always been indifferent to fame and fortune. Actually, you made a special trip from Kyoto back to Jiangzhou to celebrate his birthday, so it wouldn't matter if you didn't bring a gift."

Wei Xuan's voice was somewhat regretful. "...Really nothing? What's his recent hobby?"

Sang Rou thought for a moment and shook her head. "...Nothing. Oh, I remember now..."

She suddenly remembered that at last week's winter collectibles auction, Yuan Sili had his eye on a natural pink and purple gemstone in the brochure. It was from South Africa, cut from a rough stone, and had a beautiful name: Angel's Eye. However, Yuan Sili missed the auction because of unforeseen circumstances.

But Yuan Sili was always a carefree person, believing that loss was fate and gain was fortune. He didn't care about not getting it and didn't say anything more about wanting it afterward.

"That Angel's Eye has already been auctioned off. Think about something else," Sang Rou said.

"Okay, I'll take another look," Wei Xuan said.

Sang Rou was completely awakened by this nonsensical conversation and suddenly realized, where was her brother? Wasn't he still by her side when she went to sleep? How could her brother have disappeared in such a short time?

Sang Rou was puzzled.

75. The Showdown

When Sang Pei returned, he didn't know how much time had passed. The sunset was radiant, the red and yellow colors illuminating the entire sky, a flock of birds flew across the sky, tearing apart the white clouds.

The sunset shone on the girl's skin, as white as jade, under the covers.

Sang Rou felt the mattress sink in half, so she slowly woke up. After returning, she answered Wei Xuan's call and lay down for a while. Her stomach was slightly bloated, and she immediately realized that she had started her period. She wiped herself, changed her sanitary napkin, ate a few bites of the food brought by the maid, and then didn't want to move. She stayed in bed all day.

Smelling the familiar scent, she knew it was her brother. Sang Rou asked, "Why are you only coming back now?"

"Something came up."

Sang Pei took the heat pack from Sang Rou's arms and used his own hands to massage her lower abdomen. He knew her body thoroughly and naturally knew that these few days of the month were her special days.

"Oh." Because of trust, Sang Rou didn't ask anything more.

That slight doubt was quickly forgotten.

Sang Pei's movements were gentle and measured, eliciting soft sighs of relief from Sang Rou.

"Are you busy tomorrow? I'll take you and Xiao Qi out to play," Sang Pei said after a while.

"What do you mean?"

Sang Rou asked in surprise. Her brother's sudden suggestion was definitely not a whim, because he was not that kind of person at all. He would never take anyone out to play, let alone the two of them.

How strange! But Sang Rou quickly realized something. She frowned and said, "Xiao Qi is taking the college entrance exam soon. You wouldn't be trying to help her relax right now, would you? Your unusual behavior is not good; it will only add pressure to her. We should just treat it normally. Besides, she usually gets very good grades in mock exams. I've already asked her, and she shouldn't have any problem getting into her dream university."

"No, I want to tell her about our relationship."

"..." Sang Rou was stunned for a second, then immediately reacted, "Are you crazy? At this time? I won't allow it. What if it affects her exam? Neither of us can afford that."

Sang Rou had a terrible headache. Her stomach was already a little sore, and her brother's actions made it even more painful.

Was he trying to frame her and kill her?

Sang Pei's hand moved from her lower abdomen upwards, reaching her full breasts, gently kneading and stroking them repeatedly. During menstruation, a woman's nerves are more sensitive than ever, and Sang Rou couldn't help but moan, a soft, seductive whimper escaping her throat.

"Um, don't... I'm being serious with you."

Sang Rou reached out and pressed down on her brother's large hand, but unexpectedly, her already erect and uncooperative little nipple pressed against his palm.

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Afraid of being distracted by other things, Sang Rou glared at her brother.

Sang Pei said calmly, "Don't worry about things that don't concern you. She probably knows."

"Huh?"

"One time I came out of your room in the middle of the night. Actually, I didn't do anything. It's just that you weren't in a good state of mind at the time, so I waited until you fell asleep before leaving. I didn't expect to see her in the hallway. She probably misunderstood. She stood there for a while and asked me if I forced you. I thought she misunderstood, so I went along with what she said and said I didn't force her. She nodded and left without saying anything. She didn't mention it again afterward, but she probably knows."

So everyone knows except her. She's still clueless.

"...Then...then there's no need to say it now. Let's talk about it after she finishes her exams, okay? Don't tell her so early. I'm a little nervous."

She wasn't lying; she was genuinely nervous. Whether Sang Qi knew beforehand or not, she couldn't face her for a moment. In a way, she had seduced her brother; would Sang Qi harbor even a trace of hatred for her?

Sang Rou weakly tried to postpone the meeting.

"That's what I was thinking too, but my mom is so impatient. She seems afraid I won't be able to find a wife, and she's already picked out someone for me. I thought I should introduce you to her so she knows her son is also wanted. Of course, I should talk to my sister first."

Her brother said jokingly, but Sang Rou wasn't relaxed at all.

76. Deep Sisterly Affection

Inside KFC, one person and two people faced off.

Sang Rou lowered her head, her hands gripping the spoon tightly, unconsciously stirring her sundae. The bright red strawberries and ice cream blended together, and her black hair obscured her face due to her lowered posture.

Sang Qi was full after eating only a little junk food.

They waited and waited, but none of the three spoke; the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Sis, what did you call me out for? Tell me quickly, I'm very busy." Sang Qi didn't dare ask Sang Pei directly, so she asked her sister.

"I..." Sang Pei started to say that they were together, but before he could finish, Sang Rou interrupted him stammeringly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's just that we haven't gotten together in a long time, and we wanted to get together." Sang Rou waved her hand.

"Weren't we having dinner at home last night?" Sang Qi asked, puzzled. "Just say what's on your mind."

Sang Rou's hands twisted together in a struggle, her pale lips trembling, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word. What could she say? "I'm sorry, Sang Qi, I'm with my brother, disregarding morality and ethics, shame and decency.

I'm so sorry.

" "I'm with Xiao Rou," Sang Pei said calmly, holding Sang Rou's pale fingertips.

Sang Qi stiffened.

Sang Rou held her breath nervously, awaiting the judge's arrival. Sure enough, what goes around comes around.

You reap what you sow; she dared to do such a thing back then, she should know what this scene would be like now.

What would Sang Qi say?

But Sang Qi said nothing.

"I'll tell you at home tonight too, I'll tell you first," Sang Pei added.

"Oh," Sang Qi replied.

So calm, so unremarkable, as if they were just talking about having fish today.

Sang Rou asked cautiously, "Xiao Qi... do you... have any thoughts?"

Sang Qi suddenly broke into a big smile, reassuring the nervous Sang Rou, "Sister, why are you like this? Don't worry, I already knew. I just didn't say anything because I was afraid you'd feel awkward. Speaking of which, brother is smart; he knows to keep things in the family and has already decided on you." Sang Qi paused, then said earnestly to Sang Rou, "Sister, whether you're my older sister or sister-in-law, I'm happy for you."

Then, she clenched her fists in a gesture of encouragement, "I support you both. Sister, don't feel guilty. I've always felt that you two are more suited to be husband and wife than siblings."

Sang Rou felt a pang of sadness, her eyes reddened, and her throat burned. She wanted to cry, but couldn't.

What kind of feeling was this? Being recognized by someone you valued couldn't be measured by money or status. Her heart swelled with something unknown, almost bursting forth, warm yet bittersweet.

"Sang Qi..." Sang Rou began, but then couldn't speak anymore, the words churning in her throat.

Their twenty years of sisterhood couldn't be expressed with just a thank you.

"You knew earlier than I thought." Sang Pei gleaned some information from Sang Qi's tone.

"I've been wondering about this for a long time, because the atmosphere between you two was so awkward. I'm with you every day, and the more I see you, the more uncomfortable I feel. It wasn't until I saw you come out of your sister's room that it dawned on me—you two are dating."

"So sensible." Sang Pei smiled, suddenly realizing that Sang Qi had unintentionally created many opportunities for them.

Sang Qi smiled and said, "Sister, things aren't so easy with Mom and Dad. You'll have to be prepared to deal with them. No matter what, I'm on your side."

The large Sang residence was brightly lit.

This was the scene that greeted Sang Pei and Sang Rou as soon as they entered.

Sang's mother, dressed in a dark green dress, held a little girl's small hands affectionately and whispered something to her.

The girl wore a beige lotus-collar jacket and distressed solid-color jeans, looking youthful, lively, and charming. Her features were also small and delicate, and she even resembled Sang Rou in some ways.

As soon as Sang Rou's mother saw Sang Rou and Sang Pei, she smiled and said, "Jiali, speak of the devil! This is my eldest son, Sang Pei, two years older than you, just like you, back from America. Next to him is my most obedient second daughter, Sang Rou, who is always the most adorable. There's also a younger daughter at school; she'll be back later. You three are the same age, chat together, I won't interfere."

If Sang Rou was truly the most obedient, she understood that she should step aside now.

Sang Pei nodded slightly to Jiali in her seat, then said to his mother, "Mom, I have something to tell you. Rou'er, you stay downstairs and entertain the guests."

Her son's assertive attitude made Sang Rou's mother's face turn very ugly.

77. One word, one kiss.

Sang Rou watched her brother and mother go upstairs.

Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore, her brother can handle it. Sang Rou repeatedly told herself this in her heart.

No matter how anxious she was, she couldn't neglect basic etiquette.

"The scenery in the back hill is quite nice, we could go for a stroll, but it's getting a bit late, how about we go for a walk in the courtyard instead?" Sang Rou said.

As she spoke, Sang Rou's gaze drifted uncertainly towards the upstairs.

"Okay, thank you," the other person replied with a polite smile.

A hazy, thin moon hung in the sky. The two arrived at a small pavilion in the back courtyard, surrounded by grass and trees, with a unique rustic charm. A servant served hot tea.

Sang Rou gestured for them to continue, introduced herself, and then lowered her head to sip her tea.

Countless thoughts swirled in her mind. How did her brother and aunt's talk go? What would her brother say to her aunt? She should be gentle, not too forceful. If she was too forceful, her aunt wouldn't blame her brother, but would blame her instead. Blame herself for seducing her son... Her mind was in turmoil, and for some reason, Sang Rou's thoughts were a jumbled mess.

Ahhh… her head was about to explode.

After a while.

“Rou’er…” Jiali called softly.

“Ah…” Sang Rou was lost in thought and didn’t hear her call. It took her a while to react.

“I’m sorry, I heard your brother call you that just now, and since we’re the same age, I took the liberty of calling you that.” Jiali smiled.

“It doesn’t matter how you call me, is there something you want to say to me?” Sang Rou was a little embarrassed.

Jiali hesitated, as if she was a little embarrassed about what she was about to say, but immediately, a resolute look flashed across her face.

“…Is your brother like this to everyone?” Jiali finally decided to speak.

“Like what?” Sang Rou was confused by Jiali’s veiled attitude.

“He’s very cold, well, I’m not talking about your brother, I just feel that he’s so cold. Just now, although he nodded to me, it seemed like he was saying, ‘Oh, I see you.’ He didn’t look at me at all.”

This metaphor… Sang Rou burst out laughing. She found Jiali to be a very interesting person, straightforward with a touch of… cuteness.

Unexpectedly, her potential rival was quite adorable; it was truly illogical.

Sang Rou hesitated for a moment, considering how to answer, "No, he's actually quite nice to some people."

It wasn't a lie, was it? He still deserved a thumbs-up for her.

Jia Li, gazing at the thin moonlight outside the pavilion, said, "You mean his girlfriend, right? Actually, I sensed it; your brother seems to have a girlfriend, but Aunt Sang seems dissatisfied with her, so she's using me as a shield. Rou'er, tell me, does your brother really have a girlfriend? Although I liked him at first sight, there are many men better than him in the world. If there are, I'll give him up before I develop feelings for him. There are plenty of men worth loving. I don't want to waste my feelings on him."

Wow… a woman's intuition is truly terrifying.

Daring to love and hate, Sang Rou had formed a preliminary impression of Jia Li.

Sang Rou remained silent for a long time before saying, "...Yes."

Forgive her selfishness.

Such a good girl; she didn't want her to get hurt because of her.

After dinner, Jiali left, and everyone dispersed. Sang Rou's mother's expression remained unpleasant throughout the meal, and Sang Rou had a pretty good idea of what was

going on. Not daring to say anything that might offend her, she went straight upstairs to take a shower. When she emerged from the bathroom, drying her hair, she was startled by her brother's sudden appearance in the room. "...What did you say to Auntie?" Sang Rou asked, biting her lip.

"I said everything I needed to say."

"What did you need to say?" Sang Rou blinked her pitiful eyes. After her bath, she looked radiant, like a lotus emerging from the water, possessing a unique charm.

Sang Pei's heart stirred.

He touched his lips, his voice hoarse and rough, "One kiss for each word, kiss first, then I'll tell you."

78. I'll bite you (spicy)

After her bath, Sang Rou wore a pink and white silk slip dress that didn't reach her knees, revealing her slender calves and a small section of her fair and rounded thighs. As she dried her hair, the flowing skirt rode up, revealing glimpses of her white floral panties.

A drop of water rolled down her slender neck, into her half-exposed breasts, and then disappeared. Sang Pei's gaze followed the drop to her full breasts, half-covered by her bra, and then fixed on that spot.

One drop, two drops, three drops... more and more glistening water droplets rolled down, gathering in her cleavage and disappearing into the pure cotton fabric.

Sang Pei waited for her to offer a sweet kiss, but after a long time, Sang Rou still didn't move. Sang Pei looked up and saw Sang Rou lightly biting her lower lip, her face full of reluctance, the color concentrated around the teeth marks, terrifyingly alluring.

If Sang Pei were more impulsive, he would have pounced on her like a hungry wolf, but Sang Pei still felt that such things were more interesting when they were consensual, so he said in a hoarse voice, "Come here, kiss me 100 times first, then I'll tell you."

"Kiss you my foot! Tell me already!"

Sang Rou said angrily, throwing the half-wet towel at her brother. The towel landed squarely on her brother's hair, obscuring his eyes and nose, leaving only his slightly rough lips visible, creating a comical sight.

Such domineering behavior was not Sang Rou's true nature; heaven and earth could bear witness, she was always gentle, all because of this guy.

He could be so hateful when he wanted to be. Didn't he see how eager she was to know? Her blinking eyes and her already pricked-up ears were urging him to tell her quickly…

Sang Rou threw the towel, but Sang Pei had plenty of ways to deal with her. He took the towel off his head, stood up, stretched, yawned, and feigned a lazy, tired look.

"Fine, you should rest early. I'm leaving."

Sang Rou was fighting for her life, but seeing her brother's hand on the doorknob, about to open the door and leave, she couldn't muster the courage anymore.

"Hey, you really want to leave… Don't go! You haven't told me what you and Auntie talked about."

The door was already half-open, and Sang Rou made a quick decision.

"Ten times, okay? My lips will be swollen after a hundred. Brother, brother, you're the best, you're the best brother in the world, ten times."

Sang Pei moved his hand, locked the door, and smiled at her.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp..."

Sang Rou pounced on her brother, kissing him ten times in a row. "Now you should tell me..."

Before she could finish speaking, the silly girl was tackled by her brother.

It turned out that when Sang Rou was kissing Sang Pei, Sang Pei was so captivated by the fragrance that his mouth went dry. When Sang Rou tried to pull away, he pressed her body against him, captured her tongue in his mouth, and gave her a passionate kiss, which made Sang Rou gasp for breath before she could finish speaking.

Sang Rou silently let her brother ravage her, occasionally letting out a few blush-inducing moans. Her starry eyes were slightly open, her delicate beauty indescribable, and her small hands weakly supported her brother's broad shoulders.

Sang Pei's anger flared even more. His lips moved from hers to her eyes, her nose, her ears, kissing and nuzzling her face indiscriminately. In no time, Sang Rou's face was covered in her brother's saliva, and she was panting heavily.

Seeing that she was aroused, Sang Pei slipped his hand under her legs, scooped her up, and carried her to the edge of the bed. He tossed her onto the duvet cover, and Sang Rou's body bounced a few times on the bouncy mattress like a lively little fish.

Sang Pei laughed, "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

Sang Rou was now completely limp and powerless. She struggled to take off her nightgown, but her fingers were too weak to lift. She could only signal with her eyes that Sang Pei would have to do the rest.

Sang Pei reached into her panties, trying to grasp the most sensitive clitoris above the slit, but Sang Rou was already aroused, her panties half-wet, and the clitoris slippery with her own fluids. The moment he grabbed it, it slid to the other side. He struggled with the clitoris for a long time, but ultimately couldn't hold it. "

That cunning little thing," Sang Pei cursed inwardly. He simply pulled off her half-wet panties, gently lifting her buttocks with one hand, spreading her cheeks slightly, and holding his breath as he gazed at that exquisite spot. The pubic hair was jet black, glossy as if coated with hair oil, curled in clumps, half-hidden at the clitoris.

Sang Pei parted the layers of hair, revealing the most mysterious part of her body

.

"Little vixen, I've got you," Sang Pei said, pinching the clitoris slightly above with two fingers as punishment.

"Ah, brother, don't be so rough, what if you break it?" A small trickle of fluid flowed out from below, and Sang Rou pleaded softly.

Sang Pei laughed, "It won't break, it won't break. What kind of tricks haven't we tried before? You always pretend to be cute and say you're broken, but afterwards you're fine."

Her brother used those shameful words to humiliate her, and Sang Rou blushed and couldn't say anything more. The words "At least be gentle with me" were stuck in her mouth and couldn't be uttered.

Bewitched by Sang Rou's seductive charm, his huge rod teased the entrance of her flower petals, which were wet with the fluid, and chose a good spot. He thrust in with all his might, filling her body.

Sang Pei's thrusts grew heavier and heavier. He took her earlobe in his mouth and licked it twice along the earlobe, then his nimble tongue went deep into her ear canal.

That spot was extremely sensitive, and with attacks from both above and below, Sang Rou couldn't resist. Her whole body trembled, and her legs kicked wildly upwards.

"Brother, not there, mmm..."

"Where, is it here?"

Sang Pei's tongue slipped a millimeter deeper into her ear canal.

"Ahhh..."

Sang Rou released a gush of hot fluid, several streams flowing out together, plentiful and scalding. Sang Pei sighed comfortably, feeling as if he were in a hot spring, every part of him warm and fiery.

Knowing she had just released her climax, Sang Pei's movements beneath her became even more ferocious, like a tiger descending a mountain. Sang Rou pleaded in a tearful voice, but Sang Pei pretended not to notice.

"Brother, brother, let me go, oh oh... be gentle, ooh..." Sang Rou's voice was like a kitten in heat, a low moan followed by a high one.

Sang Pei became even more excited, "Just like that, I love how you act when you're being wanton."

Knowing that Sang Rou's movements were becoming slower and slower in response to him, Sang Pei's tongue movements slowed down, becoming even more tender and alluring, licking away the teardrops that had fallen from the side of Sang Rou's nose.

"Alright, you'll feel better if you cry it out. Look how good you are, so good that you need to cry to release the joy in your heart."

Sang Pei's lewd words grew more and more numerous, and Sang Rou wished she could go deaf.

The room was filled with the scent of spring. Sang Rou was completely pinned down by her brother, only her two white, kicking legs visible, deforming the bedsheet as she kicked. At that moment, a refreshing, strange, indescribable electric current surged through her, and half of Sang Rou's body slumped over, not wanting to move at all.

Afterwards, Sang Rou leaned against her brother's chest and asked the same question again. Sang Pei answered,

"I told Mom I want to marry you."

Sang Rou was speechless.

79. Like ants on a hot pan .

Sang's mother always put her son first, but she was also a woman without a strong will. Under her son's persuasion, she gradually relented. Meanwhile, Sang's father was in Vietnam inspecting the labor market. With labor costs rising, he planned to relocate the company's parts production site again. The marriage could only be discussed after Sang's father returned.

Life went on as usual.

Meanwhile, Yuan Sili's birthday was fast approaching. Wei Xuan went through many connections and finally obtained the gem known as the Angel's Eye. But when he received the necklace, he was slightly taken aback, because it was definitely not something Yuan Sili would like.

A tacky name, a tacky color, all pink… But he quickly thought it through; who cares about changing their tastes? He hadn't been back to Jiangzhou for a while.

To exaggerate a bit, Jiangzhou changes every day, let alone people.

The sky grew darker. Wei Xuan drove towards Yuan Sili's private villa, and thinking about the surprised expression on Yuan Sili's face when he saw him, he couldn't help but smile.

Knowing that he had specially returned to celebrate his birthday, how touched would he be? It wouldn't have been in vain for all these years.

Gradually, Wei Xuan's vision came into view of a vast expanse of green plants. In Jiangzhou, where land is incredibly valuable, one of the most prosperous cities in the country, such lush green landscapes are now rare, especially since the vegetation on the mountains wasn't ordinary wild vegetation, but rare and ornamental plants transplanted at great expense.

A villa located in such an area is beyond monetary value.

They were all old acquaintances. Wei Xuan easily passed through the security checkpoint, gesturing to stop the guard from making a phone call. Wei Xuan used to frequent this place, practically a part-owner of the villa.

A gentle breeze blew, and layers of leaves swayed in the wind, like phantoms or dark elves.

Wei Xuan quietly parked his car under the shade of a tree, concealing his presence. The villa, belonging to Yuan Sili, emitted a warm yellow light and soothing music.

Wei Xuan's heart leaped with joy. He had guessed correctly; Yuan Sili was indeed here. No matter how a person changes, their nature remains the same. This was Yuan Sili's stronghold, his refuge. Whenever he had conflicts with his family, he would stay here, and Yuan Sili was always nearby.

It was still the same as it had been a few years ago.

Wei Xuan took a few steps, climbed over the wall to the other side, and the view opened up. He could see a spacious floor-to-ceiling window, the silver-white silk curtains half-drawn, revealing the interior of the room.

Yuan Sili was dressed entirely in white—a white shirt and white trousers—and only he could wear white with such exquisite beauty. Yet now, he was diligently getting up to pour wine for a girl Wei Xuan didn't recognize.

Diligent? How could such a word be associated with Yuan Sili, such a composed person?

Countless images replayed in his mind.

The gift box in Wei Xuan's hand rolled into the grass, tumbling a few times before lying there crookedly, its original luster gone.

Wei Xuan opened the door abruptly, and only when the light shone on him did he realize what he had done.

Yuan Sili, hearing the door open, turned around in surprise and saw Wei Xuan. Yuan Sili's face was full of surprise, truly surprise. "Wei Xuan, when did you get back? Why didn't you ask me to pick you up at the airport?"

Wei Xuan replied dryly, "No need, you're very busy too."

Yuan Sili stood up and said to Ai Xiaoli, "Xiaoli, let me introduce you. This is my brother since childhood, Wei Xuan. There's no better brother than us, right?"

He then said, "Wei Xuan, this is Xiaoli, Ai Xiaoli, my girlfriend."

Ai Xiaoli awkwardly extended her hand and said, "Hello."

Wei Xuan didn't shake her hand, and Ai Xiaoli awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"Have her leave for a moment, I have something to say to you alone," Wei Xuan suddenly said.

Ai Xiaoli quickly waved her hand, "You still have things to talk about, I'll go back first."

"Silly girl, don't say I wouldn't let you leave alone so late, even if you wanted to, you can't get a taxi here, and the bus doesn't go here. Can you go upstairs for a bit, I'll be right up."

Outside the door, Wei Xuan muttered to himself, "...So you like this kind of thing..."

Yuan Sili saw Ai Xiaoli upstairs, and when he turned around, he heard Wei Xuan say something, but he couldn't quite catch what it was.

"What did you say?" Yuan Sili asked.

"Hehe, girlfriend or just playing around?" Wei Xuan laughed.

"That's because you haven't met her yet, so you don't understand. Haha, actually I don't understand either, but when she fell into my arms, Xuan, at that moment, I just felt so good holding her."

"What's so good about her? Her eyes aren't big enough, her nose isn't straight enough, and she has dark spots on her face. How could you want such an ugly woman? If you can't find a pretty woman, I'll find one for you..." Wei Xuan laughed.

Yuan Sili shrugged indifferently. "Even though you're my brother, show some respect. She might not be your type, but I think eyes don't need to be big, just bright. What's the point of such a prominent nose? I don't need it to hold anything, and those aren't dark spots. I quite like the freckles under her eyes." "

Then you can't bring her back here," Wei Xuan suddenly said angrily, his eyes fierce, as if he wanted to devour them both.

"We just started dating, and you're scaring her. Xuan, you're my brother, and she's my woman. I don't expect you to like her, but don't speak ill of her. Trust me, after you get to know her, she's better than you think."

80. Brother and Woman

Wei Xuan's sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed. With each furrow, his pent-up anger increased. His eyes were as cold as stars in a winter night, and his fiery red hair stood up like a hedgehog.

Under the cover of night, Wei Xuan's face was half-lit and half-shadowed, radiating a fierce aura. If he were to run out at this hour, even ghosts might flee in terror.

Wei Xuan sneered three times, "Brother? I treat you like a brother, but do you treat me like a brother? If we were truly brothers, you wouldn't be criticizing me for a woman; if we were truly brothers, you wouldn't have let her go upstairs, you should have just told her to get out; if you truly considered me a brother, she should have disappeared the moment I arrived. Yuan Sili, when have I ever treated you like this for a woman? If you had disliked even the slightest of my previous women, I would have dumped them without you even asking why. I'm the one who treats you like a brother."

Wei Xuan's words grew increasingly harsh, each utterance filled with resentment, grievance, and endless accusations. He himself didn't know why he was so angry, but once the nameless fire ignited, it burned fiercely like hot oil had been poured on it.

As he spoke, Wei Xuan was so agitated that he almost started dancing with joy.

Yuan Sili frowned, irritably lighting a cigarette. "Wei Xuan, stop it. You're not a child anymore."

Seeing Wei Xuan's flushed face, Yuan Sili's heart softened again. He pleaded, "Did you get rejected by some woman and come here to vent? If so, we can talk about this later. Today is my birthday, and my girlfriend is upstairs. Give me some face, can you please let me have some peace and quiet?"

It was rare for Yuan Sili to utter such words, bordering on pleading. He wasn't incapable of handling Wei Xuan's anger, but he didn't want their relationship to become too strained; he wanted at least some room for reconciliation.

They had grown up together, and the childhood bond they shared was something few could match. To put it sentimentally, Wei Xuan was irreplaceable; there would never be another Wei Xuan in the world for whom he would invest so much effort in cultivating a relationship. Therefore, Yuan Sili hoped he could have both his brother and his woman.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Yuan Sili exhaled a puff of thick white smoke, which gradually thinned until it became fine wisps surrounding the two of them, enveloping them in a white mist.

Looking at Yuan Sili's beautiful face, Wei Xuan recalled many hazy memories of the past, those painful times, those he thought he had forgotten.

Now, the younger generation in Jiangzhou all assumed Wei Xuan was an only child, but only the older generation knew that he had an older brother, a biological brother, fifteen years his senior, named Wei Gui. Children may naturally like to play with older children, and he liked playing with his older brother, but his brother disliked him, considering him a burden. In the end, Wei Gui died, a very dishonorable death, on a man's stomach. At that time, society was far less open than it is now, and the strictness of the Wei family's upbringing was astonishing.

Except for those turbulent years, the Wei family had been officials for generations, with their genealogy tracing back to the Tang Dynasty. In the past, this would be called a powerful and influential family. The Wei family took pride in their past honors, their family values were deeply ingrained, and they dared not relax their discipline in the slightest. Therefore, the Wei family placed the utmost importance on family tradition and education. Yet, the first bad apple in their history appeared in Wei Gui's life.

The day his family learned of Wei Gui's affair, things went on as usual, but that night, Wei's father took an iron rod and broke both of Wei Gui's legs. It was a

one-sided beating, and Wei Gui didn't utter a sound. But after his legs healed, Wei Gui left home.

Later, the next news of Wei Gui was that he had passed away. Upon learning of Wei Gui's death, Wei's parents aged considerably. Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps out of fear, they dared not discipline Wei Xuan as strictly anymore.

Wei Xuan once asked his older brother why he had made their mother sad and caused her to cry every night. Wei Gui, on the contrary, smiled, patted his younger brother's head, and said, "I want to live for myself. Should I change my mind just because someone cries a few times?"

Wei Xuan no longer wanted to delve into who was right and who was wrong in that family tragedy.

Wei Xuan was only five or six years old when Wei Gui died, a time when the subconscious impact on a child is most profound. Wei Xuan's flamboyant personality is largely related to this, yet he always kept things within limits, also out of fear of his brother's death.

Wei Gui was the deepest, most painful scar in Wei Xuan's heart.

That period was the most silent period of Wei Xuan's childhood; he often didn't speak for a month, and even in the sunlit Wei family home, he felt an eerie atmosphere.

Later, Wei Xuan met Yuan Sili at a party. Knowing Wei Xuan was a month younger than him, Yuan Sili took the initiative to be friendly, speaking softly and sweetly, "Hello, my surname is Yuan, the Yuan of Yuan An Gaowo (袁安高卧), and my given name is Sili (斯里), the Si of Siwen (斯文), and the Li of Liwai (里外). I'm a month older than you, you can call me brother."

That earnest yet soft-spoken little figure, speaking in a literary style Wei Xuan couldn't understand, is something Wei Xuan still remembers vividly.

Unafraid of being laughed at, Wei Xuan later secretly looked it up in the dictionary and learned that "Yuan An Gaowo" meant upholding one's integrity despite poverty. At that time, Wei Xuan was just a little kid who couldn't even recognize all the characters, while Yuan Sili could already speak eloquently. This was the difference between the two, predetermined from a very young age.

Yuan Sili was a little genius. Wei's mother looked at other people's children with envy, then glanced at her own silent youngest son, and then thought of her deceased, morally corrupt eldest son, her face darkening.

Understanding the situation, Yuan's mother quickly said to Yuan Sili to ease the tense atmosphere, "Good boy Sili, take your little brother to play over there. Take good care of him."

Yuan Sili nodded seriously.

That's how they met, became acquainted, and grew close, like brothers.

Wei Xuan always judged people by their appearance first; don't talk to him about inner beauty—that's all nonsense. He initially wanted to be with Yuan Sili because of his beauty. As a child, he was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and as an adult, he was so perfect that even beautiful women felt ashamed of themselves.

Wei Xuan's thoughts returned to Yuan Sili, and his tone softened with nostalgia.

"We haven't gotten together in a long time. Send that woman back, and we'll have a good talk tonight."

Yuan Sili refused without hesitation, "No way."

No normal man could agree to such an unreasonable request; prioritizing romance over friendship is human nature.

Yuan Sili thought Wei Xuan would understand, but he hadn't expected him to misunderstand how ridiculous his request was.

Yuan Sili sighed again. "Xuan, you're tired. Go back and rest."

After a long while, Wei Xuan still didn't move. He stood at the door, head down, and suddenly chuckled softly twice. He abruptly handed Yuan Sili a soiled gift box. "I thought you'd like this, but it seems you don't care. Take it and play with it."

Wei Xuan left.

Yuan Sili finished his cigarette at the door before taking the gift box upstairs.

"What kind of gemstone is this? It's so beautiful." Ai Xiaoli looked at the necklace in the gift box and felt a surge of affection.

"You like it, right? It's a gift from Wei Xuan to you." Yuan Sili said.

"Ah, no need. This must be very valuable. Please return it to him for me." Ai Xiaoli quickly refused.

"Take it. This is nothing to Wei Xuan."

"I really can't accept it... How about I leave it with you for now?"

Ai Xiaoli knew she couldn't afford such a valuable return gift, so she didn't dare accept it. Although she and Yuan Sili were already boyfriend and girlfriend, she rarely spent Yuan Sili's money. Her upbringing taught her that relying on oneself is better than relying on others. Therefore, she always possessed a stubborn, weed-like spirit, and it was this spirit that ultimately attracted Yuan Sili.

However, Yuan Sili was somewhat dissatisfied with his girlfriend's frequent rejections of his advances. Ai Xiaoli, sensing his displeasure and not wanting him to be unhappy on his birthday, quickly changed her mind and said she would leave the gift with Yuan Sili for now.

"Then I'll keep it with me for now. You can come and get it whenever you want," Yuan Sili said, putting the necklace back in the gift box and tucking it into the drawer.

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