[Urban] Rebirth of My Sister's Lover - 1-3

Prologue: Sibling Marriage – Kinship or Love?

Urban News Report: On October 10th, a bizarre incident occurred at the Jiangzhou Civil Affairs Bureau. Liao Xiaoxiao (pseudonym) and Liao Zhen (pseudonym), siblings, went to the Civil Affairs Department in the morning to sever their sibling relationship on their household registration, and then registered their marriage there in the afternoon.

Is it possible for siblings to marry?

With its rich cultural heritage spanning millennia, how could such a blatant violation of fundamental principles of human relationships occur?

Our reporter investigated the matter thoroughly and discovered numerous secrets. Years ago, the head of the Liao family, a financial tycoon in the city, adopted a distant relative and comrade-in-arms's orphaned daughter, Liao Xiaoxiao (pseudonym), who was only five years old at the time, and raised her ever since. The Liao family already had a seven-year-old son, Liao Zhen (pseudonym), and a three-year-old daughter, Liao Zhen (pseudonym), and the three were like siblings, growing up together. For over a decade, Liao Xiaoxiao (pseudonym) and Liao Zhen (pseudonym) had always treated each other like siblings, like any other. However, on the eve of Liao Xiaoxiao's wedding to her fiancé, they disappeared together, leaving a letter claiming to be getting away for a while, but in reality, they eloped. A year later, they were found by the Liao family. By then, Liao Xiaoxiao had given birth to a son, and the Liao family finally relented and agreed to their relationship. Regarding

this absurd story of siblings marrying, our reporter remains cautiously optimistic. After more than ten years of relationship, it's unclear whether the siblings have mistaken familial affection for romantic love, or if it was just a moment of impulsive infatuation.

Readers with their own opinions on this matter can send letters to the editorial department of the Urban News Daily for discussion.

The Urban News Daily reserves the right of final interpretation.

PS: On the day this issue of the newspaper was published, the Urban News Daily, as the largest newspaper in Jiangzhou, had its editor-in-chief replaced, its reporters reshuffled, and the October 10th edition of the newspaper was completely recalled. (At this point, readers no longer need to send letters to the City News; those who have something to say can leave a message directly in Zhu Xiaomei's column. Note: Messages must be substantial. We warmly welcome comments from all sectors to discuss this topic.)

pps: On the afternoon this issue of the newspaper was released, Liao Xiaoxiao and Liao Zhen's sweet wedding photos went viral online. People weren't particularly interested in the wedding photos; what they were interested in was Liao Zhen's real appearance. In Jiangzhou's social circles, Liao Zhen's legend had always circulated, yet he rarely appeared in front of the camera.

Those photos of the perfect couple—the woman petite and delicate, the man tall and handsome—a match made in heaven, evoking nothing more than the exclamation: "A perfect match!" They were simply too well-matched. Regardless of whether they were actually siblings, years of knowing and understanding each other made it seem as if their souls had merged into a perfect whole, with no one else able to intrude.

1. Past Dreams (Part 1)

The luxurious room was eerily quiet, with only the ticking of a large, ugly clock.

The liquid was injected into her vein, the venom corroding Zhuzhu's body second by second. She calmly watched this desolate and absurd scene, then suddenly laughed, thinking it was good that it was all over.

Let her filthy, shameless self die like this! Let everything return to dust!

"Zhuzhu, don't blame me, it's all because you knew too much," a woman's voice, seemingly mournful, said, a straw still between her index and middle fingers.

Xiang Zhuzhu thought, how could I blame you? On the contrary, I should thank you. The kindest thing you ever did for me was sending me on my way.

Xiang Zhuzhu, as the most popular actress of the Golden Dynasty, was renowned in Jiangzhou's high society, though everyone had their own opinion on her reputation.

Xiang Zhuzhu had another name, "Pearl Girl." She was like a pearl, dazzling and radiant; her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips were like the most beautiful masterpieces of heaven. Wherever she appeared, she was sure to stun everyone, leaving other women in awe. However, even a pearl can be tarnished. No matter how high Xiang Zhuzhu's value, she was still a high-class socialite, a plaything for the powerful and wealthy.

To put it nicely,

she was a socialite; to put it bluntly, a prostitute. Who would have thought that at fifteen, she too dreamed of a simple, ordinary love affair, falling in love with an ordinary person, getting married, having children, and living a peaceful and loving life like her parents, supporting each other through life's ups and downs, with its small ripples but no major storms?

Xiang Zhuzhu's life before fifteen was relatively uneventful, but very happy. Her parents were ordinary businessmen; though they were inevitably meticulous, they were quite wealthy, and their life was always comfortable and fulfilling. As their only daughter, although her parents doted on her, they didn't spoil her. She herself was generous, willing to share, and always had good interpersonal relationships.

But no one can escape the clutches of death. When she was fifteen, her father died of stomach cancer. The family had spent all their money on his treatment, leaving them with a mountain of debt. Her mother, unable to accept this, fell ill and passed away as well.

Xiang Zhuzhu was left alone to face the debts of relatives and friends. None of them were wealthy; it was only because they were close relatives that each family contributed tens of thousands of yuan to help when her father was seriously ill. That was their last savings, but human life was more important than anything else.

Her father had always told Xiang Zhuzhu to cherish those who valued her. People weren't owing you anything for being kind; you only gain their appreciation when you cherish them. Don't squander your opportunities.

The night before his surgery, as if his fate was sealed, he only told her: "If I'm gone, be kind to others and remember not to make things difficult for yourself. Dad… I'm afraid I won't see you get married. You must take good care of yourself."

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded in agreement to her father's request. Her heart ached, but she could do nothing but pray for his successful surgery.

In the end, her father passed away.

When her aunt tearfully told her that her cousin was getting married and the bride's family wanted a dowry, the family couldn't afford it. Xiang Zhuzhu made the decision to sell the house. How could she have the face to be in debt, just because she was an orphan?

She couldn't. Her parents had lived a life of integrity, always helping others in need. Many people remembered her father's kindness, which was why so many offered help when he was ill. Her father's illness had been prolonged by six months, entirely thanks to the assistance of relatives and friends.

Xiang Zhuzhu couldn't bring herself to maliciously default on debts, and besides, she believed her parents were watching her from somewhere.

She wiped away her tears, optimistically thinking that her parents would protect her. But what would she do after selling the house?

She was already fifteen; she couldn't continue living with others, and she had no means of survival. After selling the house and paying off part of the debt, she would have nowhere to live.

At this moment, Liu Chun appeared. Liu Chun was two grades above Xiang Zhuzhu; when Xiang Zhuzhu was a freshman, Liu Chun was already a senior. Liu Chun had heard about Xiang Zhuzhu's family situation and found her, expressing concern as an older sister.

Xiang Zhuzhu was very moved and confided many of her troubles to Liu Chun.

Finally, Liu Chun said to Xiang Zhuzhu mysteriously, "Little sister, do you want to make money? With your advantages, you can live a life of luxury just by using your own 'tools'." Xiang Zhuzhu

didn't understand at first and asked, "What do you mean by 'your own tools'?"

Liu Chun smiled and said, "What else can a woman use to make money? It's your...thing. Little sister, you're still a virgin, right? Your first time will definitely fetch a high price."

Xiang Zhuzhu was startled and quickly shook her head. She had never heard of such a thing before; how could such a dirty transaction exist in broad daylight?

At that moment, a chill ran down Xiang Zhuzhu's spine, and she felt an inexplicable fear of Liu Chun. Liu Chun suddenly transformed from a kind and understanding older sister into a slippery, beautiful snake, flicking its forked tongue at her.

She was going to devour her.

Hearing her refusal, Liu Chun smiled indifferently, only saying before leaving, "Little sister, be sure to come to me if you ever have any trouble!"

2. Past Dreams (Part 2)

When misfortune strikes, bad things seem to come one after another, like beads on a string.

Unable to pay tuition, with no guarantee of living expenses, and owing huge sums to several relatives, Xiang Zhuzhu hadn't slept a wink. Those relatives had lent money to the Xiang family out of trust, giving them everything they had, but now they were all being dragged down by the family.

They didn't make things difficult for Xiang Zhuzhu, but she still couldn't sleep at night, especially when she saw her cousin having to borrow money for junior high, and her aunt's old house needing renovation… She resigned herself to fate.

Xiang Zhuzhu found Liu Chun, only numbly asking, "How much can I sell my virginity for?"

Liu Chun patted her shoulder and smiled, saying, "A price you'd never imagine."

A price she couldn't imagine? How much?

She lay with her legs spread on the luxurious bed of a five-star hotel, pinned down by a lean, middle-aged man with cloudy eyes.

The dazzling crystal on the display table pierced Xiang Zhuzhu's bloodshot eyes; she covered them with the back of her hand, afraid to see her parents.

Afterwards, she received two thousand yuan from selling meat. This was the money her parents had earned working from dawn till dusk for the past month. Holding it in her hand, she felt a burning sensation, far less at ease than with the money her parents had earned with their blood and sweat.

She clutched the two thousand yuan check tightly, then took it out and returned it to her uncle.

Her uncle looked at her in surprise, then, as if remembering something, said worriedly, "Zhuzhu, don't do anything wrong. Money can be earned back, but once a person is gone, they're gone forever."

How did she reply?

She said, "Uncle, don't worry. This is the money my mother saved for me before she died. My mother has thought everything through."

Can a piece of white cloth, once stained with a small black spot, be washed white again?

It can only get blacker and blacker until the entire white cloth is stained black.

When did she become addicted to drugs?

Once, she was sick in bed when Liu Chun came to see her, saying he had brought her something good, and then injected her with a vial of drugs.

Seeing the needle tip glistening with water droplets, she had a terrible premonition, her heart pounding.

Even in her final descent into depravity, she had considered secretly quitting, but each time she saw initial success, Liu Chun would entice her with drugs.

Because she had considered leaving the industry, she secretly saved money and cultivated relationships behind Liu Chun's back, which was discovered.

Liu Chun had many "sisters" like Xiang Zhuzhu, all recruited through various channels. She introduced clients to them, taking a commission in return.

Liu Chun exploited Xiang Zhuzhu for a lot of money. Later, as Xiang Zhuzhu gradually built her own network, she learned that her virginity had been sold for 10,000 yuan, but she only received 2,000 yuan. Liu Chun knew exactly how much money each of her "sisters" had. Liu Chun

's greatest skill was corrupting women with money, beautiful clothes, bags, and shoes. She would take them on shopping sprees in high-end stores, leading them into a addiction to luxury goods.

Although young, Liu Chun's background was far from simple. Xiang Zhuzhu dared not confront Liu Chun directly; everything had to be done in secret.

But since becoming addicted to drugs, her carefully planned escape had vanished. The only good thing Liu Chun had ever done for her was probably giving her an overdose of drugs and sending her to meet her parents.

She was afraid of Liu Chun; that fear was etched into her bones. She had witnessed how Liu Chun treated his disobedient "sisters"—his methods were utterly cruel.

One "sister" who betrayed Liu Chun was sold to a cheap massage parlor for ten yuan a session, serving 30 clients a day, and ultimately being brutally raped to death in bed.

Death was probably the only way she could escape Liu Chun.

This was good.

Mom and Dad, when you see your daughter, don't despise me for being dirty.

3. Rebirth

She thought that after death, everything would turn to nothingness, dissipating into the vast whiteness of the world. But Xiang Zhuzhu felt aches all over her body, a burning, itchy, and painful throat, as if her internal organs had been boiled in hot oil. Suddenly, her chest vibrated, and she coughed.

How could the sensations in her body feel so real? Her body was cold, her feet were hard, and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

How could this be? Had she not died? Or was Liu Chun still determined to hold her captive, having done something to continue her hostage situation?

No, she didn't want to live that inhuman life anymore.

She bit her tongue, contemplating ending her life, when suddenly a pleasant female voice rang in her ears, "Rou Rou, are you awake? Aunt Bei saw your eyelids twitch just now."

The voice was gentle and loving, whispering as if afraid of waking her.

This wasn't Liu Chun's voice, nor was it the voice of anyone she knew. Who was it?

Xiang Zhuzhu struggled to open her eyelids, a sliver of bright light stinging her eyes.

"Are you thirsty? Come, sweet Rou Rou, Aunt Bei will give you some water." The voice came from a young woman who called herself Aunt Bei. She lifted Xiang Zhuzhu's head, dabbed some water on her dry lips, and Xiang Zhuzhu felt a little better.

Aunt Bei, dressed in a well-fitting black business suit, moved with remarkable elegance, like a lady in a painting, a sight to behold. But the crucial point was, she didn't know her at all. Why was Aunt Bei calling her Rou Rou?

Xiang Zhuzhu remained cautiously silent. Looking at her small arms and legs, a storm of emotions surged within her, and she looked around in terror.

Aunt Bei, seeing her panicked state, mistakenly assumed she was still grieving, and quietly turned away to wipe her tears.

"My dear Rou Rou, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's alright, everything will be alright."

Xiang Zhuzhu completely misunderstood her words until the next day…

"From now on, you'll be going with the Sang family. Remember, you must be obedient. Although the Sang family is a wealthy and powerful family, everyone, regardless of their background, prefers obedient children, understand? Of course, I know our Rou Rou is the most obedient."

Aunt Bei stroked her head, speaking each word carefully.

"Mmm," Xiang Zhuzhu, no, the girl who should now be called Sang Rou, nodded, seemingly understanding.

Only now did Sang Rou realize that she had been reborn twenty years in the past, from 2013 to 1993.

Good heavens, she was a full twenty years younger!

In 2013, she was only 25, the peak of her career as a socialite beginning her decline. That's why, when she overheard things she shouldn't have, Liu Chun, to appease those powerful figures, abandoned her without hesitation. But in 1993, she was only five years old, still in the bustling city of Jiangzhou, yet she had entered the body of a little girl named Sang Rou.

Slowly, she learned that Sang Rou and she were born on the same day, month, and year, possibly even at the same hour. There was some kind of mysterious fate between them, which was why she could enter her body. Was that it?

This was 1993, so did Xiang Zhuzhu, who was now five years old, still exist? Or was it that a little girl named Sang Rou now lived in Xiang Zhuzhu's body? Nothing had changed? Had they simply swapped souls?

Sang Rou's head throbbed with pain. She pounded her head, not knowing what was wrong.

No, she had to go back to her old home.

"Rou Rou, the Sang family has come to pick you up. Aunt Bei can't come with you. From now on, you must take good care of yourself, understand? You must remember what Aunt Bei told you."

Sang Rou nodded heavily; she now adhered to the principle of observing more and speaking less.

The moment Sang Rou stepped out of the hospital, she heard a heavy thud. Her attendant quickly covered her face, whispering, "Miss Rou, don't look."

But in that instant, she saw it all: Aunt Bei's body had crashed to the ground in a straight line, blood instantly spreading across the concrete.

She was jolted. Aunt Bei, who had only cared for her for two days, the gentle and stern Aunt Bei, was dead? In just a few days, she had been reborn, her only trusted person had jumped to her death, and she had experienced countless upheavals.

"Everyone has their own fate, Miss Rou. She died for your parents; her loyalty is commendable. But Miss Rou need not worry; from now on, in the Sang family, we will protect you."

A living, breathing life had died before their eyes, and all they said was "commendable loyalty"? In their hearts, was a human life still a human life?

Sang Rou felt a pang of hesitation and uncertainty about the Sang family she was about to visit. What kind of powerful and wealthy family would they be? Would she be walking into the lion's den again? Or would she still become a plaything for powerful men?

...

...

How are her parents now? If she's lucky enough to go back, will they acknowledge her again?

Countless questions swirled in her mind.

4.

With an expressionless face and an uncertain view of the future, Sang Rou was led to the Sang residence by her attendants.

In her previous life, as a socialite, Sang Rou had seen a lot of the world and had been to many luxurious and extravagant places, but she had never known that Jiangzhou had such a vast area.

Was this still the Jiangzhou she had lived in?

Behind the huge and imposing ancient mansion were several large mountains, which turned out to be part of the back mountain of the Sang residence. In front of the mansion was a huge lawn, as big as two basketball courts, and in front of that was a huge pond. At this time of year, the lotus flowers had already withered, carrying a kind of incomplete beauty. Above the pond was an arched bridge, small and exquisite, with a maple leaf-shaped pavilion built on the arched bridge, probably where the Sang family usually rested and enjoyed the lotus flowers.

Sang Rou, afraid of appearing timid, quietly clenched her hands.

Upon entering the Sang residence, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of ancient grandeur. The high-ceilinged foyer and the gilded, intricately carved doors exuded both grandeur and restraint. The seemingly casually placed antique vases and antiques actually held hidden depths.

Seeing Sang Rou, a noble-looking young woman stood up from the sofa, her posture extremely classical and ladylike.

"This must be Xiao Rou. I'm your Aunt Sang. From now on, you'll be living in the Sang family, so we're family. You can call me Mom."

Recognizing the implication, Sang Rou didn't hesitate to greet her politely, "Hello, Aunt Sang."

"Oh, where's Sang Pei?" Aunt Sang asked with surprise, glancing around gracefully. Her son had just been in the hall.

"Reporting to Madam, the eldest young master is at Yanliu Pavilion."

"Go and fetch him back," Aunt Sang commanded.

"Yes, madam."

A figure came into view first.

Backlit, Sang Rou looked down on the boy's face, only noticing his extremely indifferent eyes and cold demeanor, as if he didn't exist.

This haughty, aloof gaze reminded her of a man deep within her memory.

"Xiao Rou, his name is Sang Pei, your brother. You can call him Brother Pei from now on," Aunt Sang said kindly, pointing to the boy who had entered.

Now, Sang Rou could see clearly that the boy looked no more than six or seven years old, dressed in a well-fitting suit, with a cold face, handsome features, and a meticulous expression, holding an English textbook. He exuded an aura of unapproachability.

Sang Pei, Sang Pei.

Sang Rou repeated the name in her heart over and over, her heart filled with astonishment.

It was him, the famous Master Pei.

Sang Rou had seen Master Pei three times in her previous life, each time only a fleeting glimpse.

The first time, she was taken to a private party by her sugar daddy as a prized pet. Master Pei stood in a corner, yet he was surrounded by countless people, making the center of the party seem empty. There are some people who are always in the spotlight. She glanced at him casually and saw her sugar daddy fawning over him, calling him Master Pei.

Master Pei—at that time, she didn't even know his surname, yet she easily remembered this man.

She secretly thought to herself, "A young man in his early twenties being called 'Master'—so ostentatious, so lacking in discretion, so ignorant of even the most basic principles of moderation—he won't last long. Just

an ordinary playboy."

But she later realized she was wrong. He was actually very low-key, always working behind the scenes, rarely appearing in public. It was only out of respect from friends that he addressed him as Master Pei. The organizer of that private party was a very close friend of his, which was why he was there. Because he was so unapproachable, he was surrounded by fawning people the moment he appeared.

The second time was in a presidential suite, where she and five other women were accompanying six young masters. She was assigned to Master Pei. At that time, she was at the height of her fame, unmatched in the entire Jiangzhou social circle.

But Pei Ye's aura of unapproachability was too strong; she dared not approach him at all, simply keeping her head down and obediently serving him wine, not daring to even look up at him. The six princes seemed to be discussing something, which gradually turned into a sex party, with no regard for each other.

But Pei Ye didn't touch her at all. His eyes were indifferent, his pupils empty, without desire, mockery, or disdain.

His face was expressionless except for slight fluctuations when he spoke.

Someone even joked, "Pearl Girl, come into your brother's arms. Even if we give Pei Ye the best, he won't appreciate it." Judging from the tone, they were very close.

A commodity, she was just a commodity.

She smiled charmingly, she knew her place very well. They looked down on her, and she looked down on them in return. It was just a prostitute and a seller, and the money was exchanged.

Stealing a glance at Master Pei, and seeing no sign of objection from him, she obediently leaned into the arms of another man. She dared not offend either man, and could only choose the one most advantageous to herself.

Later, desire escalated, the scene reached a fever pitch, and Master Pei left without even flinching, and no one dared to stop him.

The third time… the third time! It was actually accompanying Liu Chun to Master Pei's engagement ceremony. At that time, Liu Chun had skillfully climbed the social ladder by marrying a wealthy young man and becoming his respectable girlfriend. To flaunt her boyfriend's illustrious background, Liu Chun brought her to a lavish wedding that ordinary people couldn't possibly attend; even as a guest, being invited was considered a great honor.

The engagement ceremony caused a sensation throughout Jiangzhou; the number of attendees and the scale of the event were unprecedented in the city.

The Jiangzhou TV Tower broadcast the entire event live that day; it seemed to be the first time the Sang family had been so high-profile, and the public only then realized that such a behemoth as the Sang family was hidden in Jiangzhou. The Sang family, risking public exposure, seemed determined to give the bride an engagement ceremony that would last a century.

Jiangzhou is a major economic and political city in the country, enjoying a certain degree of autonomy in economic and legislative matters. Don't underestimate this autonomy; it can determine many matters of life and death.

Therefore, Jiangzhou is an extremely prosperous city, leading the country in many aspects.

His engagement ceremony was something that would be seen only once in a hundred years; one can imagine the lively scene.

At that time, the greedy Liu Chun told her, "A woman's glory only lasts until her marriage. Look, marry a man like this; only he can bring you lasting glory."

She was stunned, unable to agree with Liu Chun's words. Everyone has their own troubles and joys in this world. Why project your own experiences onto others?

Her status wasn't high enough; she could only stand on the periphery, not even seeing the shadow of her fiancé.

However, in the back garden full of chrysanthemums, she encountered him. He stood alone beside the flowerbed, gazing blankly at the blooming daisies. As she approached, she was suddenly bitten by a huge wolfhound that lunged at her.

"Beta, come here," he said, his tone extremely indifferent and cold.

The ferocious wolfhound immediately stopped attacking her upon hearing his words.

She was about to thank him when she saw him leave with his wolfhound as if he hadn't even seen her.

Later, she learned that it wasn't a wolfhound, but a real prairie wolf.

A man who kept wolves.

Later, from the few words spoken by the person at the bedside, she learned that he was paying respects to his sister. His parents had adopted a five-year-old girl from an old friend, who died before being brought to the Sang family. Every year at this time, the Sang family would hold a memorial service.

She inwardly scoffed; the rich had such elaborate schemes, it was nothing more than a hypocritical, pretentious one-woman show. How much affection could there be for a sister she had never met?

"You have another sister, named Sang Qi. She went to Grandma's house and won't be back until tomorrow. From now on, you'll have a companion to play with." Aunt Sang's voice shattered Sang Rou's memories of her past life.

"Hello, Brother Pei." Sang Rou forced a sweet smile, but her heart was pounding.

The body she had been reborn into was actually Pei Ye's ill-fated, prematurely deceased fake sister.

Life is truly a stage for drama.

She absolutely couldn't let him discover she was an imposter. But no one here recognized the former Sang Rou; the only one, Aunt Bei, had jumped off a building. Even if they had suspicions, they could only conduct a DNA test. Thinking that her body was real, she felt a little relieved.

5. Beware, snakes lurk .

Life is more absurd and bizarre than a play. When Sang Rou called out "Brother Pei," Sang Pei neither responded nor objected, but a golden-edged, round-headed snake flashed out from his sleeve and lunged at Sang Rou.

Although Sang Rou was in the body of an adult, she was still startled.

"Sang Pei, I told you, you're not allowed to bring your pets into the main house," Aunt Sang threatened.

"I know," Sang Pei replied calmly, not afraid of her at all.

"Come here, Sang Rou will be your sister from now on. You're not allowed to bully her, understand?"

Sang Rou looked constipated. He either kept wolves or snakes. With someone like that around, her life was always threatened.

She had to stay far away from him from now on.

With complicated and nervous feelings, Sang Rou fell asleep very late. Her only thought before falling asleep was that she had to go back and find her parents tomorrow.

If that girl named Sang Rou took over her body, she would find a way to switch back. In this life, she would protect her parents, take good care of them, and nip her father's stomach cancer in the bud.

The next day, Sang Qi returned, a beautifully sculpted girl with round, bright eyes that took up half her face.

Sang Qi looked innocent and harmless. She said cutely, "Sister, are you the older sister?"

Sang Rou greeted her with a smile, "Hello."

"Sister, I finally have a sister! Will you play with me? My brother ignores me." Sang Qi excitedly circled around Sang Rou.

Sang Pei, who had been sitting at the table playing with models, showed no joy at seeing his younger sister return. Instead, he said, "So noisy, I'm going upstairs."

Sang Qi pouted pitifully, looking at Sang Rou with a wronged expression.

Sang Rou took Sang Qi's hand and said, "Sister will take you to play, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Sang Qi clapped her hands happily.

Sang Rou breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Sang Qi was easy to get along with. As for Sang Pei, as long as she doesn't provoke him, she should be fine!

But... seven-year-old Sang Pei and twenty-seven-year-old Pei Ye are really incompatible. Right now, he's just a little boy pretending to be a grown-up, quite different from the domineering and cold man he'll be twenty years later.

Sang Rou casually helped Sang Qi swing on the swing in the courtyard. Sang Qi's laughter pierced the sky, inexplicably making people feel happy.

"Sister, will you always play with me like this?" Sang Qi turned her head and looked at Sang Rou innocently.

Sang Rou smiled, thinking that this was just a little child, content as long as someone played with her, so she said, "Of course."

Sang Qi happily jumped off the swing and whispered in Sang Rou's ear, "Brother keeps a lot of big snakes. Sister, you have to be careful. One snake even bit me, but Mom didn't do anything to brother."

Sang Rou ruffled Sang Qi's hair and warned her like a little adult, "As long as we stay away from him, we'll be fine." She really liked this innocent little sister; she could never be innocent again.

Sang Qi looked up, and Sang Rou followed her gaze. Sang Pei was standing on the second-floor balcony, watching them.

For no apparent reason, Sang Rou shivered.

Sang Rou's initial plan was to find her parents, but the Sang family kept a close watch on her. Every time she went out, she was accompanied by servants; she couldn't go out alone.

That day, she slipped into a shop, secretly slipped out the back door, and headed straight for the home she remembered.

Jiangzhou was just like this twenty years ago. Sang Rou spent a dollar on the bus, gazing at the familiar scenery outside the window, a sudden wave of desolation washed over her. The things were still the same, but the people were no longer the same.

She knocked on the front door, but no one answered, and she even disturbed the neighbors.

"What's all the noise about? Don't you know the Xiang family moved away?"

Sang Rou looked at the familiar neighbor from her past life, her heart aching. The person she once knew didn't recognize her anymore. She asked, "Uncle, do you know where Uncle Xiang and Aunt Xiang went?"

The man narrowed his eyes. How could he not know the Xiang family knew such a wealthy child? "Who are you?"

"I...I'm Xiang Zhuzhu's classmate. I came to play with Xiang Zhuzhu."

"You're her classmate? Don't you know Xiang Zhuzhu has passed away? Her parents moved away too," the neighbor sighed. "Alas, a five-year-old child, and in the end, she couldn't be saved."

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know. They probably will never return to this place of sorrow."

How could this be? Sang Rou was completely confused.

In her past life, she had heard her mother say that she had indeed been seriously ill when she was five, but had been saved from the brink of death.

She recalled that she had also been seriously ill when she first transmigrated into this body. And then, thinking back to her past life, Sang Rou had also died young at the age of five.

How could their fates be so similar? Not only were they born on the same day, month, and year, but they both suffered a serious illness at the age of five.

Could it be… in their past lives, she was saved, while Sang Rou died, and she survived. In this life, her body died, Sang Rou's body was saved, and her soul, which should have been alive, entered Sang Rou's body—and she still survived?

Is that how it is?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Her chest ached terribly, and she couldn't breathe.

"Miss Rou, Miss Rou, how are you?" Her attendant found her and quickly sprayed her nostrils with a spray.

Sang Rou felt a little better. Yes, this body had congenital asthma, which was why she couldn't be left alone.

Xiang Zhuzhu's body was dead. How could she save her father?

6. Revenge! Snake Pit!

Who has the strongest desire for revenge? A child.

What's worse, this is a powerful and influential child.

Sang Rou roared inwardly. Sang Pei was simply a little devil. She was terrified of him. Now, seeing him was like a mouse seeing a cat.

In those days of dire straits, Sang Rou truly experienced the undeniable destructive power of a young boy.

Although Sang Pei was seven years old, he had never gone to school. His lessons were all arranged at home, with specialized teachers for various subjects such as archery, horsemanship, arithmetic, martial arts, calligraphy, and piano. Sang Rou also stayed at home due to her health condition, and some of her lessons overlapped with Sang Pei's. On the contrary, Sang Qi, who was already in kindergarten at the age of three, lived in the old house during the day with only Sang Rou and Sang Pei. However, when Sang Qi came home, she would tell Sang Rou many interesting stories about school.

Now, the two sisters were very close, and Sang Qi also liked to cling to her and tease her older sister.

Sang Pei always acted like a serious little adult in front of others, but behind their backs, she would always bully Sang Rou.

She would pinch and squeeze her. She always targeted the most tender skin under Sang Rou's clothes. When her eyes were filled with tears, he would pinch even harder, as if he wouldn't stop until she shed tears.

She had pretended to be pitiful, begged for mercy, and softened her stance, but nothing worked for him.

During piano lessons, the slender and charming piano teacher clearly saw him stepping on her, but pretended not to see it and turned her gaze away.

What else could Sang Rou do? She endured it all. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Why should she offend the head of the Sang family?

Even more tragically, one night after showering and getting into bed, she found the blankets cool and felt something icy moving around on her feet. Startled, she pulled back the covers and found a nest of snakes wriggling inside. Terrified, she screamed. From childhood, she was most afraid of soft, cold things. Her screams attracted the maid, who reassured her that they were non-poisonous and removed the snakes. And then… nothing more. There was no mention of finding the culprit. It was obvious who did it; no one would bother with it. Sang Rou was

also pragmatic. She couldn't very well go to Aunt Sang and say, "Hey, your son put snakes in my bed! You need to teach him a lesson!" Aunt Sang would defend her son even when her own daughter was bitten; why would she care about an outsider like her?

From then on, she became even more careful, always smiling whenever she met Sang Pei. You can't hit a smiling face; can't I at least smile?

She just couldn't understand how she had offended this young prince. She had always been respectful to him, practically bowing and scraping.

She racked her brains, but all she had said was to stay away from him.

How could he hold a grudge over that? He was so petty!

Her heart pounded; the little boy's vengefulness was truly terrifying. Even more terrifying was her strong premonition that this wasn't over.

Sang Rou's only consolation was that Sang Pei had far more classes than her, so he didn't have as much time to deal with her. Most of the time, he was scolded by the coach until he was like a little dog, then went back to his room and fell asleep.

She had even felt sorry for him at times, but later, after being tortured herself, she realized she shouldn't have done that. There's always a reason why someone is pitiful.

The earth was asleep, only the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard, the moonlight cast a dim yellow halo, and the starlight sparsely dotted the sky, twinkling faintly.

Sang Rou's room was a typical princess room, all pink. A round pink bedspread cascaded from the ceiling, covering the entire pink bed, and the furniture was pink, interspersed with cute pale yellow accents. Lying in bed, her mind raced, thinking about how to find her parents, and how they were doing. She was currently living with someone else, her life entirely out of her control, and there was this little devil, Sang Pei, by her side. Fortunately, Sang Qi was a very kind little girl.

It was better to grow up quickly, become independent, and find her parents sooner.

Also, the room's colors needed changing. Even though she was an adult living in a little girl's body, she still felt a bit uncomfortable with this overly pink color; she was long past the age of dreaming.

As she pondered this, the doorknob suddenly turned slightly, and a dark figure flashed in.

It was Sang Pei.

He suddenly stood fully dressed in front of the bed, and Sang Rou almost jumped out of her skin. Damn it, how many times a day did he have to scare her like this?! Looking at the clock, it was already midnight.

"What are you doing?" she asked pitifully, clutching her chest. Playing the victim was always a good strategy.

"Come with me." He dragged her off the bed and led her through the darkness to the back of the Sang family's mountain.

"Brother Pei..."

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said coldly, "Don't make a sound. If you wake everyone sleeping in the house, you'll face the consequences."

In the dead of night, he led her up the back mountain.

The Sang family's back mountain was vast, several large mountains connected to form a semi-circle, layer upon layer, lush and verdant, partially surrounding the Sang family mansion.

Everywhere the eye could see was green—deep green, light green, towering fir trees, tall camphor trees, and unnamed ancient trees, as well as transplanted fruit trees and ornamental trees. Every ten meters, there were pavilions, not to mention the exotic flowers and plants. In short, it was exceptionally beautiful, possessing a unique, ethereal, and hazy quality in the darkness.

"I'm not going, what are you going to do?" The image of the domesticated wolf still lingered in Sang Rou's mind; she dared not go out alone with him.

"Coward, I'm just taking you out to test your courage. If you pass my test, I'll never make things difficult for you again."

No one would believe it was just to test courage; he had all sorts of tricks up his sleeve. Even if he really was testing courage, he'd scare someone half to death.

"You suspect I'm lying to you." His eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sang Rou quickly shook her head. She wasn't asking for trouble; she dared to offend this big shot.

"Then come with me."

She desperately wanted to cry; could someone lend her some tears?

The dark forest was occasionally punctuated by flashes of fluorescent light. Even Sang Rou, with the soul of an adult inside her, began to feel afraid.

"Brother Pei, it's too dangerous at night. Can we come back during the day tomorrow?" she said, pulling on his hand. His hand was much bigger than hers; his large hand held her small one tightly in his palm.

"No."

Sang Pei pulled her hand, climbing towards the top of the mountain until they stopped before a large pit.

Before even entering, the terrifying hissing sound could be heard. The snakes in the pit were gleaming, a chaotic dance of demons, waving their bodies, their crystalline eyes gleaming with a chilling light. They flicked their tongues with relish at the sight of the prey at the pit's entrance.

"Didn't you say I was boring? You'll be more interesting here by yourself. The mountain guardian will come to rescue you when he goes to work."

7.

The sparse, varying shadows cast by the branches of the trees on that bitter night resembled countless demons dancing with bared fangs and claws.

Beside the huge pit stood two exquisitely beautiful children, a boy dressed in a neat suit, a little girl in only a thin nightgown, her small body shivering in the cold. In

the silent forest, only a cold voice could be heard.

"Have some fun down there!" With that, Sang Pei gave Sang Rou a shove, shoving her down the slope.

The ground was loose soil, each step leaving a shallow pit, with some thick, green vines growing beside it. Sang Rou knew she couldn't be careless; she jerked her foot, shifted her body, and grabbed Sang Pei's ankle at the last moment before falling.

Sang Pei tried to shake her off, but the loose soil collapsed, and the two children tumbled down together.

Sang Pei, quick as lightning, grabbed a vine; Sang Rou was still clinging to his foot, creating a comical image of him gripping the vine and her gripping him, teetering on the edge.

With Sang Pei's training, if he threw Sang Rou down, he could easily climb back up the vine to the ground.

"Snake, snake, it's coming up!" she stammered in fear. Their commotion had already awakened the sleeping snakes, who scrambled towards the edge of the pit.

He was very impatient. "Stop yelling. It's not poisonous; it won't kill you."

But the soft, cold, and pliable snakes, big and small, were terrifying in themselves, truly terrifying.

Sang Rou felt a bit resentful towards Sang Pei. If it weren't for this troublemaker, she wouldn't be out in the woods in the middle of the night, wearing only thin clothes, enduring the cold wind, dew, and the attacks of snakes and insects. Yet, not only did he show no remorse, but now he seemed to be abandoning her.

"Brother Pei, this vine can't support two people. You go up first, then call someone to rescue me, okay?" She bit her lower lip. "I'm really scared."

This was the best way at the moment. If she didn't say that, he would still throw her down. Even if he had a little pity for her and didn't throw her off, they would both fall down together. Since that was the case, why didn't she try to win him over first and then beg him to find someone to rescue her? That way, she could gain some pitiful sympathy from him.

Sang Rou's small body trembled with fear from the snake, and she could only hope that the young master would finally take pity on her and let her go.

Sang Pei hadn't wanted to bother with her in the first place, but hearing her speak so obediently, he surprisingly reflected on his actions and realized he'd gone too far.

Seeing his tacit agreement, she released her grip and slid down. At that moment, with a "crack," the thick vine snapped under the weight of the sudden change, and with a "snap," both of them fell to the bottom of the valley.

This cave was dug by Sang Pei a few years ago. Back then, he had developed a liking for snakes and had collected some rare snake hatchlings—both venomous and non-venomous—but later, due to his mother's strict intervention, he could only raise non-venomous snakes in the back mountain. He used this snake cave for pranks, and they were always

successful; he never expected to find himself trapped in it himself. The snakes hissed and moved closer to them. The chilling sound made Sang Rou cling tightly to Sang Pei. It felt like several snakes were still wriggling beneath her, defiantly pressing down on her. Her heart clenched, her blood surged, and she suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Hey, are you alright?" He noticed something was wrong with her; her face was turning bluish-purple, and her breathing was labored.

Sang Rou's breathing became increasingly rapid, and she said intermittently, "I...I have asthma, I...I need an inhaler."

"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner?" He didn't have an inhaler on hand right now.

She resented him to death. After living together for so long, didn't he know she had asthma?

For the first time, Sang Pei was at a loss. After all, he was just a seven-year-old boy. He only wanted to play a prank, not kill her.

Besides, this girl was his nominal sister, and they had lived together for a while. He couldn't truly be heartless and watch her die.

"Hang in there, I'll call someone right away." He held her in his arms, haphazardly massaging her chest to help her calm down.

This was a classic case of shooting oneself in the foot.

He had deliberately chosen nighttime to scare her. At this time, there was no one in the forest, and the forest ranger had gone home and wouldn't come up the mountain again until the next morning.

The person in his arms was breathing weaker and weaker, her face turning from pale to deathly white.

Sang Pei's fear intensified. He abandoned all pretense of composure, screaming at the top of his lungs,

"Is anyone there? Someone come quick... Help! Help me..."

His cries were heart-wrenching, each one louder than the last, trying to carry his voice down the mountain. But as the seconds ticked by, only the birds in the forest were startled; no one was awakened.

The person in his arms was growing colder and colder, her face deathly pale. If no one came soon, she would truly die.

For the first time in his life, he experienced true fear, and it was because of her. The feeling of life slipping through his fingers... He would never again see her tearful glare at him after he had wronged her, never again see her sly grin after plotting against him...

"Someone come quick, help me..."

8. As Relationships Grow Warmer

, Death is terrifying, like being choked by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound, ultimately swallowed by endless darkness. Having nearly died twice, Sang Rou knew this all too well. She prayed to God not to play this trick on her again; she still wanted to find her parents and reunite with them.

"Sister, you're awake! Waaah, you scared me to death!"

It was Sang Qi's childish voice.

"Little...Little Qi, water..." Sang Qi quickly handed her sister the warm water on the coffee table.

After sipping her water to moisten her throat, she finally regained her senses.

"Where's Brother Pei?" Sang Rou asked. He was with her; she was alright now, he should be more at ease.

"Brother's seeing the doctor. Mommy said his throat's ruptured. Humph, brother's definitely faking it to avoid punishment. Sister's face was so scary when she came back." Sangqi wrinkled her nose, her chubby face scrunched up in protest. "Sister, brother used to scare me with his snakes before, but Mommy never punished him. This time we're going to tell Mommy and make her punish him."

Still feeling a little dizzy, Sang Rou held out a hand to Sangqi, pleading, "Xiaoqi, I'm okay. Help me up, let's go see brother."

No matter what, hearing he was injured, she wanted to see him for peace of mind.

The entire Sang residence was quiet; everyone kept their footsteps as quiet as possible, an unsettling atmosphere permeating the air.

The two of them arrived outside Sang Pei's bedroom. The family doctor was explaining the symptoms to Aunt Sang; Sang Pei really did have a ruptured throat and was bleeding, and the situation wasn't optimistic. Was it... because he screamed for help and ruptured his throat? Was it really... for her?

Aunt Sang frowned, her face pale. "Old Yuan, you must think of something, we can't let it become a chronic condition."

The old doctor, his hair and beard both white, sighed and said frankly, "We can only try our best to help him recover; it's impossible for him to get better anytime soon."

Sang Rou hesitated, taking a tentative step forward, and asked, "Aunt Sang, what about Pei-gege…?"

"Why aren't you resting? What are you doing here? Go back first and let Sang Pei rest."

Although Aunt Sang didn't scold her verbally, her resentment was unspoken. Her son, on whom she had always placed her hopes, had suffered a throat injury, and it was all related to this little girl. She hadn't really approved of her husband bringing an orphan home, but he said he had other plans, so she had no choice but to obey.

Even if it was her son's fault at first, so what? She was just an orphan living under someone else's roof.

"Mommy…" Sang Qi tried to say something in her childish voice, but Sang Rou stopped her.

"Aunt Sang, we'll go now."

Sang Qi asked, puzzled, "Why? Mingming's brother did something wrong."

"Auntie is very sad because my brother is injured, so let's not bother her. We can go see her when he gets better."

"Okay, sister, don't be sad either." Sang Qi nodded, seemingly understanding.

The room was spacious and airy, all in cool colors, and this belonged to a seven-year-old child.

"It's not her fault." Sang Pei looked at his mother and only said this one sentence.

"Don't say anything, Mom begs you, Mom doesn't blame her." Sang's mother hurriedly went to his side and pleaded anxiously.

The sun sank below the horizon, and all was quiet except for the lights of the patrols around the house.

Sang Rou and Sang Pei's balconies were adjacent, separated by a distance of 1.5 meters. Someone with a strong jumping ability might be able to jump across, but...

Sang Rou leaned on the balcony and looked down, then looked up at the round moon, comforting herself, "It's only the second floor, I won't die from the fall."

She patted her chest. Carefully, she jumped along the wall to Sang Pei's room, and yes, she got there in one step.

"You're not sleeping? You're still playing games." Sang Rou ran from the balcony into Sang Pei's bedroom and saw that he wasn't sleeping, but rather engrossed in playing video games.

However, his neck was indeed wrapped in a white cloth.

"Can't you talk?" Sang Rou filled a vase with water and placed wild chrysanthemums she had picked that evening in it.

Sang Pei nodded.

"...Thank you."

Regardless of the cause of the incident, the fact remained that he was injured saving her.

Although he had brought it upon himself, the price would be too high if his voice were ruined. After all, he only wanted to scare her, not harm her, and in the end, he was the one who saved her, wasn't he?

"Stop playing games, you should rest more." She approached the bedside.

Sang Pei kept his head down, focused on his game, ignoring her.

"Hey, it's already 12 o'clock, you should rest so your voice can recover sooner." Sang Rou saw how careless he was with his health and wanted to take his game console away, but she didn't have the courage.

The intimidating power he wielded was simply too strong.

Sang Pei finally finished the level and looked up, gesturing for Sang Rou to bring him the paper and pen on the table.

Sang Rou, thinking he had something important to say, eagerly took the paper and pen and handed them to him.

Sang Pei scribbled on the note: "You brat, it's none of your business."

Sang Rou was furious. She had been kind but was completely ignored; she would never interfere in his affairs again and would stay as far away from him as possible. "

Don't go to the balcony, sleep on the sofa. Get up early tomorrow morning and run back to your bedroom when no one's around." His wrist moved incredibly fast, and in no time, he had written a line.

His handwriting was beautiful; she had once heard his calligraphy teacher praise him, saying that if he pursued this path, he would definitely achieve extraordinary success. If he focused on anything, with his intelligence, he would surely succeed, but he was burdened with too many things, learning too much and too much weight.

Sang Rou wrote at the end: "What if someone accidentally sees this?"

Sang Pei rolled his eyes and added: "Anyway, it's better than you falling to your death. Sleep or don't sleep, it's up to you." The blanket was in the closet; she could find it herself.

The next morning, Sang Rou cautiously opened the door a crack, peeked outside, and seeing no one passing by, quickly ran into her room.

Leaning against the door, Sang Rou wiped the cold sweat from her forehead; thankfully, it was a false alarm.

Sang Pei's voice had indeed taken a toll; his voice was always hoarse, like a duck's quack. Whenever this happened, Sang Rou would think of his magnetic voice from her past life—a baritone that was incredibly soothing, a voice she might never have again.

A strange sense of guilt washed over her.

He was quite handsome, with a broad forehead, large eyes, well-defined eyebrows, and a straight nose, but compared to his aura, all that paled in comparison. Everyone who saw him for the first time would notice his presence. In a crowd, he wasn't the most handsome, but he was often the first to be noticed.

But if his voice was ruined, it would surely cause him inconvenience, perhaps even more serious consequences. January 15th, 9. Accompany me to a place—

Jiangzhou's renowned integrated junior and senior high school for high-ranking officials, No. 8 Middle School. Looking at the imposing school gate, Sang Rou's heart was filled with a mix of emotions, incredibly excited. She cried out in her heart, "Finally, I can go to school again!

" Sang Pei and Sang Rou were here today to register for the junior high section of No. 8 Middle School. Their elementary school life was a blank slate, and the Sang family, considering their interpersonal skills, arranged for them to attend junior high at No. 8 Middle School. This had always been Sang Rou's dream; all she wanted was to become independent, leave the Sang family, and find her own parents. Now, she had taken another small step closer to her wish.

The driver, wearing white gloves, handed them their bags and asked worriedly, "Young Master, Miss Rou, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" These two children, though still young, acted like adults.

"Uncle, you stay here and wait for us. Today is just registration," Sang Rou said. Although it was a well-known school for high-ranking officials, she didn't want to be treated specially on her first day.

In her past life, she had heard many legends about No. 8 Middle School. No. 8 Middle School had produced many extraordinary people and great figures. She understood that there were always people more capable than herself, and that No. 8 Middle School was a place where hidden talents lurked. She shouldn't be too ostentatious.

Sang Pei didn't speak; Sang Rou's opinion was his opinion.

Sparse, warm sunlight filtered through the tall plane trees, illuminating the school's shady paths. Sang Pei and Sang Rou walked one after the other along the path, the sun shining brightly, a gentle breeze caressing them. By

the basketball court, many girls waved and shouted, "Ahhh, Xu Da, go go go, yay!" A tall boy skillfully made a basket, eliciting another burst of wild cheers from the girls.

Sang Rou stopped, somewhat mesmerized by this scene of youthful exuberance; her heart almost held its breath.

Sang Pei also stopped, gazing at the lively atmosphere not far away. Seeing Sang Rou's focused and earnest gaze, he asked, "Do you like boys who play basketball?"

His eyes lowered, his expression unreadable. Ha, he can handle a gun, but he can't play basketball.

The wind blew, her long hair danced in the air, and she said somewhat absentmindedly, "No, no."

She was reminiscing about her lost youth. In her past life, she dropped out of high school to go into business, not knowing how to cherish it then, but now, returning, she felt it was all the more precious. She only realized what she had missed after losing it; no, she would never repeat that mistake. She would definitely seize the present and cherish everyone who loved her.

He strode forward, leaving her behind. "Let's go then."

The teachers in the administration office were very kind and helpful, handling everything for them.

Standing in front of the school gate of No. 8 Middle School, Sang Rou opened her arms to embrace the sky. She smiled and said to him, "Brother Pei, since we're out, don't go back so early, okay? I want to walk around."

He was very reluctant to accept this suggestion. She knew her own body; if she had an asthma attack, wouldn't that be a burden on him? Besides, her asthma attacks were becoming less frequent. If she didn't have an attack after she turned eighteen, she would basically be cured. If she had another attack, wouldn't all the previous protection have been wasted? Did she even understand?

"Go back," Sang Pei said firmly.

She hatched a wicked plan. He was always impervious to reason, neither soft nor hard tactics worked, so she would resort to shamelessness.

"I know Brother Pei still has a lot of homework, so you should go back first. I'll go back by myself in a bit. Don't worry, I'll call the driver to pick me up. Nothing will happen."

She smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits.

Looking at her innocent, carefree smile, he asked, "...Where do you want to go?"

Knowing his plan had worked, she moved closer to him, took his arm, and shook it. "I've always wanted to go to the city park, okay?"

"Isn't our backyard at home much bigger?" She was going the long way around, and he had no intention of indulging her bad habit. At home, she wouldn't even get up early every day to go for a walk in the hills for fresh air; now she wanted to go to the polluted, crowded city park? What was she thinking?

"You get tired of staying in one place every day, don't you? Let's go, okay?" She pouted, trying to look cute. After all, she was only twelve, so being cute was perfectly acceptable.

Once in the car, Sang Pei instructed the driver, "To the city park."

The driver naturally obeyed. Although the young master was still young, he naturally possessed an air that commanded respect.

The city park was bustling with activity. Many people were strolling in the afternoon—young couples with children, lovers embracing… Seeing this familiar scene, Sang Rou's eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. Where were her parents now? Before, her parents would always take her here for a walk after dinner, saying it was to aid digestion. Sometimes they would feed the pigeons with her, chat with strangers, and occasionally, when they were in a good mood, they would buy her small gifts. Those were her happiest moments back then.

"Brother Pei, I want to buy corn to feed the pigeons,"

she said. Why was she so troublesome, wanting this one minute and that the next? He shouldn't have brought her out. "Have you forgotten what you're like? Just stay on the sidelines and watch."

"There are no taboos. I think I'm fine." She confidently clenched her fists for him, her cheeks puffed out. "Brother Pei, I don't have any money on me. Can you borrow a dollar from the driver?"

She knew perfectly well that he never carried any money.

Borrow money? And just a dollar?

Sang Rou, satisfied, took the hundred yuan and bought a one-yuan ear of corn kernels.

A little boy ran to Sang Pei's feet, grabbed his trouser leg, his face flushed, and pointed at the balloon in the sky, saying to Sang Pei, "Brother, balloon, pull it down!"

The balloon floated in mid-air, still showing signs of rising.

The little boy's hands were covered in soot, leaving two black marks on his trousers, and his face immediately darkened. Sang Rou saw this and advised, "You're tall, help the kid."

He pulled on the balloon's string with a dark face, and Sang Rou laughed heartily beside him, genuinely happy to see him embarrassed. He had

initially been a little annoyed, but seeing her smiling face, he felt that going out wasn't so boring after all; staying cooped up at home every day might be worse for her health.

He bought another red balloon from a vendor and shoved it into her hand. "Take it, I have nowhere to put it."

"Hehe." She happily took the balloon, laughing non-stop.

"...If you want to play, we'll go back a little later today." If her smile lingered a little longer, this small concession wouldn't be a big deal.

"Then I need to go somewhere else." She seized the opportunity; it was rare to see him so agreeable. It seemed the young master was in a good mood today.

10. Kidnapping

In the blink of an eye, the sun was already high in the sky, its residual heat enveloping the earth.

Long and short shadows occasionally intertwined on the ground, and then the shorter shadow would stop moving, and the longer shadow would stop as well.

Sang Pei followed Sang Rou to a secluded alley. Cars couldn't drive in, and the driver had wanted to follow, but Sang Rou stopped him. Sang Pei thought it wasn't a big deal; since she was so happy, he shouldn't go against her wishes and affect her mood.

He didn't expect that after all the twists and turns, she was just there to buy something to eat.

"It's delicious, you should try some too." Sang Rou took a bite of the mung bean cake, licking her lips with relish. It was so delicious; she had always missed the mung bean cakes from this place—crispy and fragrant.

"It's filthy, don't eat it." He tried to snatch the pancake from her hand, but she dodged him and held it up to his face.

"Brother Pei, you're a grown man, how can you be so hesitant?

Just eat a little bit." She pouted, some sugar smeared on her lips, glistening in the sunset. Her rosy cheeks glowed alluringly. He was tempted and ate a piece, perfectly covering her bite mark.

"How is it?" she asked nervously. Whenever she had something delicious, she wanted to recommend it to her closest people. In this life, besides her parents, whose whereabouts were unknown, Sang Pei and Sang Qi were her closest people. Sang Qi, needless to say, was innocent and adorable, sweetly clinging to her. Sang Pei... sometimes very good, sometimes very bad. If she interpreted this as childlike innocence, then he wasn't bad either.

"It's alright." The sweet aroma filled his nostrils, a unique flavor.

Sang Rou's eyes curved into crescent moons. He was just being hypocritical; it was clearly delicious. "Hehe, here's another piece,"

she said, handing him the pancake. Sure enough, he took another bite.

Sang Rou kept the rest for herself. Hmm, a childhood version of Pei Ye, so cute with his hypocrisy.

Suddenly, the scalding oil pan on the mung bean pancake stall was overturned. Sang Pei, standing in front of Sang Rou, was splashed with hot oil onto his bare skin.

The old woman selling mung bean pancakes cursed, "You're asking for trouble! My oil!"

The old woman was pushed to the ground, crying out in pain.

A hand grabbed Sang Rou's long hair and dragged her backward. Sang Rou cried out in pain. Just as Sang Pei kicked away the lean man next to him, he saw Sang Rou being taken away by a man. For no reason, boundless anger welled up inside him. He rushed forward and punched the man in the face.

Even though Sang Pei had received rigorous training from a young age and was unlike any other child, his weakness was immediately apparent when facing several burly men. How could a twelve-year-old boy possibly fight against several adult men?

One of the thugs shouted, "Stop arguing! Grab this golden doll!" He grabbed Sang Rou by the back of the neck and threw her onto a nearby motorcycle.

"What about this boy?"

"Damn it, he must be valuable too. Grab him as well."

In the deep woods, there was a wooden cabin, with insects chirping intermittently outside.

"Brother Chun, I'm still a little scared. What if…"

"You beast! The cowardly starve, the bold thrive. That little girl is worth a million. Hand her over and we'll be rich." Brother Chun spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. It turned out that Brother Chun had once learned by chance in the black market that a big shot wanted to capture a little girl for a million. He was amazed that a doll could fetch so much money, so he asked for her picture. He hadn't thought much of it; how could a million be so easy to earn? But today, seeing the little girl's picture in the alley, his evil thoughts resurfaced.

"Brother Pei, it's all my fault for dragging you into this. If only I hadn't been so willful and hadn't come out to play." Sang Rou lowered her head dejectedly, her eyes red-rimmed. She saw that Sang Pei's back was scalded by hot oil, and her heart ached slightly.

Sang Pei said, "Hearing you cry gives me a headache. Can you stop for a moment?"

The ropes binding Sang Rou's body outlined her budding figure. Her small breasts, which were not yet bra-clad, revealed two red nipples. Her legs were tightly bound together. If one didn't consider the surroundings, she would be considered quite a sight to behold. Sang Pei felt a moment of disorientation.

11. Body Under Wet Clothes (Minor)

The night was cool and moonless, with only a single, flickering light illuminating the darkness. After a while, a fine rain, like countless silver threads, began to fall, shimmering in the lonely night.

Sang Pei surveyed his surroundings: the dilapidated wooden hut, its corners as dark as night, filled with countless cobwebs and ants trapped within them—everywhere exuded decay. The wooden hut offered little protection from the cold wind, the biting wind and cold rain seeping in through the cracks. On the only old table, chipped at one corner, sat five or six bottles of beer. They had been captured by three street thugs. Their leader was absent, apparently off on a business trip down the mountain, leaving only two henchmen to guard the two children. Even with children, they didn't seem entirely at ease, repeatedly checking the ropes to ensure the two children were securely bound, especially the exceptionally strong boy.

Below is a statement from the two thugs.

"Brother Afei, hehe, this little girl is quite pretty, and that boy seems nice too."

"You dare touch her? Brother Chun said you can't touch this girl, or you might lose a million."

"Hehe, what about this boy? Although his frame is all grown up and he's not as pretty as a girl, I don't mind. Playing with him is fine, right?" "

No, neither is allowed. Maybe you can exchange them for money, but don't touch either of them. Don't get any funny ideas. Stay alert. Brother Chun hasn't found a buyer yet. We'll only be safe once we sell this little girl and escape."

Hearing this, Sang Pei secretly withdrew the razor blade from his hand strapped to his back. At the same time, he glanced at Sang Rou. They were of one mind; a single glance was enough for her to know what he was thinking. Her small body trembled, her face began to turn pale, and her chest heaved rapidly. It had been half a year since her last attack.

"My sister has asthma. An attack can be life-threatening," Sang Pei said.

Hearing this, Sang Rou looked back at Sang Pei in surprise. This was the first time he had called her "sister"...it was the first time, before she had only used "you" or "you brat." She never expected to hear him call her "sister" in this time of crisis. It turned out he truly considered her a sister; he was her brother! Her heart pounded so hard she couldn't tell if it was genuine asthma or genuine emotion.

The guy named Afei was anxious; if he didn't get the money, everything he'd done would be for nothing.

Sang Pei continued, "I have an asthma inhaler in my pocket, can you spray it for her?"

Afei hesitated before approaching, and just as he got close, Sang Pei suddenly kicked him in the groin. His kick was skillful, hitting right in the crotch, and the guy clutched his groin, screaming in pain. The other one was even easier to deal with; he subdued him with two Wudang boxing moves.

Sang Pei rubbed his untied hands. The ropes the other guy had tied looked tight, but they were actually untied with no skill whatsoever; he had easily untied them with a little trickery. He first untied Sang Rou's ropes, then smashed the wine bottle on the table. He picked up a shard and was about to plunge it into the hearts of the two people lying on the ground, especially remembering the lewd words the man had just uttered.

"Brother Pei, please don't kill anyone, let's run!" Sang Rou pleaded.

Sang Pei, thinking of the great fright she had suffered today, feared she would scream again if he got blood on his hands; her crying was the most annoying thing, so he had to stop. It was all because of this little troublemaker in his hands; if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have had so much trouble.

They stumbled and staggered all the way to the mountainside, and soon saw lights ahead. They didn't take any chances and quickly hid under a hollow tree root. They heard a large group of footsteps, but only the undisguised voices of two people talking.

"Boss Guan, you have to believe me, it's definitely the person you want. I wouldn't dare lie to you even if you gave me the guts."

"Hmph, I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise, you'll make me come to this wretched place with you in the middle of the night, hmph, you know..."

Sang Pei held Sang Rou's small hand, and only after the group of people had passed did he carefully lead her down the mountain. But soon, the group of people noticed the strangeness of the wooden house and chased after them. Sang Pei could only hide with Sang Rou again, but the group of people seemed to have estimated their distance and were searching the vicinity of their hiding place.

Sang Rou said softly, with no other choice, "Brother Pei, they want me, I'll go out."

She had made this decision with great determination, but he rejected it outright.

"Don't be so clever, okay? If you go out, you'll expose me."

Sang Rou didn't dare to say anything more.

As the soft, pattering footsteps drew closer, Sang Pei said, "Listen, stay here and don't move. If you feel uncomfortable, spray it on. I'll come back for you." He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then took the spray from his pocket and placed it in her hand.

"Please don't go, okay?" she cried, clutching his jacket tightly.

"Stay put," he instructed.

Sang Rou's eyes glistened with tears, her flushed face showing shock, and her nose was red from the cold. She was wearing a white dress with delicate lotus trim. She had slipped and fallen several times on the muddy path, soaking her dress. The wet fabric clung to her arms and legs, exposing her breasts. The hem of her dress was also wrinkled, accidentally revealing her mud-stained panties. She looked like a little mud monkey, yet his heart raced, finding her more beautiful than ever before.

This reminded Sang Pei of the scene in the dilapidated hut, her body bound tightly, the ropes used without any skill or beauty. He had once learned escape techniques from a teacher, who taught him various binding techniques that were both aesthetically pleasing and practical. If it were him... What was

he thinking? This was his sister, though from a different father, he had long considered her one of his own, and he should protect her.

"Alright, alright, it's okay, I'll be back soon." He rarely spoke so softly to comfort her, pressing his forehead against hers to check her temperature. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed it wasn't too high, and then said, "...If I don't come back, don't look for me. Seize the opportunity to escape."

"No." She choked back tears and snot, her hands tightly gripping his clothes.

"Alright, stop being so clingy. You think you're not a burden enough?" With that, he forcefully pulled his clothes from her grasp and disappeared into the woods in a flash.

"Over there, over there, quick!" A large group of people exclaimed as if they had discovered a treasure.

Sang Rou huddled tightly in a small crevice, her fingers twisted together until the knuckles turned white.

12.

The rain intensified, turning the entire world into a vast black curtain, and terrifying shadows lurked in the woods.

The fear of death struck again, so merciless. This time, it wasn't to take her life, but to take away what she cherished most. What difference did it make?

What was Sang Pei like in Sang Rou's heart? Over the years, she had slowly forgotten the cold-hearted Pei Ye from her past life, only occasionally using the name to complain. Now, in her heart, Sang Pei was nothing more than a childhood playmate. Although he was mean, pinching and squeezing her, and even verbally abusing her when he was in a bad mood, she would retaliate. She would aggravate the bruises on her body, pretending to casually show the wounds to those around her. Although others dared not say anything, his image would be tarnished, and there would be no shortage of gossip behind his back. She would take away his important assignments, secretly tear them up, and flush them down the toilet. Several of his teachers were authorities in their respective fields and didn't care about his power; they punished him as usual.

Once, she seemed to have stolen some kind of analysis report from him. The next day, he failed to hand in his assignment and was punished by the teacher to run 2,000 meters with weights for three minutes. Although he eventually finished, he was so exhausted that he fainted. She hid to the side, covering her mouth and gloating. She seemed to see him glare at her before he died. He probably knew, but he didn't care at all and never tattled on her, as if he treated this power struggle between them as a game.

Actually, he wasn't always bad. When he was kind to her, it was terrifying. When she couldn't finish her piano homework on time, he would pretend to have nothing to do and stay behind in the piano room to practice, actually demonstrating for her. The music flowed from his fingertips. With a lowered eye and a raised eyebrow, he, despite being just a teenager, had handsome features that could often leave people speechless. Then he would scold, "Idiot, have you gotten the feel for it yet?" She would shake her head. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would teach her hand-in-hand, guiding her to find the rhythm. Even Xiao Qi didn't receive that kind of treatment, though of course, it was rare.

The nanny who took care of her was always neglectful of her. She never asked for anything in return, yet he used an excuse to kick her out of the Sang residence.

Aunt Sang was only warm towards her only son; she was very cold to everyone else. Several times, when Sang made a mistake, Aunt Sang would just stare at her coldly, making her break out in a cold sweat. She didn't dare to breathe, and he would come to her rescue...

In the countless times she thought she had forgotten, those past events she thought she had forgotten were actually so clearly present in her mind. He would protect her, just like this time, when he was disgusted with her but told her to run and not look back.

Thinking about all this only took a few seconds; the lights and voices gradually faded away from her.

Sang Rou wiped away her tears and rushed down the mountain. Countless times she fell into the pool, countless times she got up, and when she couldn't breathe, she would spray herself with the spray bottle covered in wet mud. She forgot about her physical ailment and ran all the way down the mountain with sheer willpower.

How much potential does the human body have? You'll never know until you try.

A Santana with its headlights on came towards her. Sang Rou, as if seeing a savior, ran into the middle of the road, waving her hands and screaming for help, "Please, please, stop!"

The Santana swerved sharply and drove off, its driver seemingly cursing his bad luck, thinking he'd encountered a ghost in white. Sang

Rou lay in the middle of the road, pounding the asphalt with resentment and frustration. All she wanted was to make a phone call. She just wanted to make a phone call.

Why, why, why was God treating her like this? Why? She wanted to ask the heavens, did justice still exist? If justice didn't distinguish between good and evil, was it still justice? In her second life, she never did evil to anyone. She remembered her father's words: treat others with kindness, and you will treat them tenfold. But why, even after she had done all that, did some people still not let her go? Who would save her? Who would save Sang Pei? God, open your eyes! She screamed and cried out in her heart.

Thinking of Sang Pei, who might already be captured, she mustered her courage again. She wouldn't give up until the very last second... If... if he were to meet with misfortune, she would give her own life for him. She

didn't know how long she ran, but she reached a 24-hour gas station not far from the foot of the mountain.

When you give everything to do something, you realize that potential has no limits.

Sang Rou collapsed at the gas station entrance, repeatedly pleading, "Please, please make a phone call for me."

Meanwhile, the Sang family, having learned part of the truth from the driver, were urgently responding, notifying all the police and law enforcement personnel in the city, striving to rescue Sang Pei at all costs.

Sang's mother was in her study, vehemently condemning her husband.

"What did I say? I could tell from her appearance she wasn't a good person. She looked so mature, so calculating, and you still brought her back. Now look, even her son has been lost! Sang Baishu, let me tell you, if anything happens to my son, I won't let you off the hook!" "

Alright, she's still my son. If she weren't the only one who knew where those priceless antiques were, why would I have brought her back?" Sang's father growled, smoking.

At that moment, the maid knocked on the door. She carefully knocked three times before whispering, "Madam, Master, Miss Rou is on the phone."

13. Brother Pei, please pay attention to me.

Warm sunlight stubbornly pierced through the deep blue velvet curtains, shining into the room. A handsome young man lay on the large bed, several bruises on his forehead. His collarbone, visible beneath the blanket, already showed the faint signs of growth, as if he were about to emerge from his cocoon. His youthful features, somewhere between adolescence and adulthood, carried an alluring fragrance.

A delicately sculpted little girl lay half-asleep on the bed, her head resting on the duvet cover.

Sang Pei gradually woke up, his brow furrowing slightly. He raised his wrist and tentatively touched her face.

The warm touch startled her awake, and she rubbed her eyes lazily with her fist clenched like a kitten.

"Did my mom hit you?" He gently brushed away the bruises on her face, like soft feathers.

She covered her right cheek where she had been slapped, remembering how she had asked Aunt Sang to stay with Sang Pei, been refused, and even slapped, but she had been very persistent, and finally, her request was granted.

"...It was all my fault. I was too reckless this time." She tried to organize her thoughts, a thousand words she wanted to say to him, but her words choked in her throat several times, and finally, only this dry sentence escaped.

"Hmm." He nodded, seemingly indifferently.

"I thought you would comfort me?" Seeing that he had no intention of blaming her, she relaxed, and her tone became lighter.

"It was your fault to begin with, so you'll learn your lesson and won't repeat it next time."

"Heh, I've discovered we're just naturally incompatible; every time we're together, one of us inevitably gets hurt."

"Good to know, just don't drag me down next time."

Oh, so there's a next time.

Seasons changed, the little boy grew into a big boy, and the little girl grew into a big girl. When Sang Pei was in his third year of junior high, Sang Rou was in her first year; when Sang Pei was in his final year of high school, Sang Rou was in her first year.

Today, Sang Rou was wearing her school uniform, just a very ordinary white plaid shirt, but it revealed her slender white neck, and underneath was a dark gray knee-length skirt. Her snow-white thighs attracted the gaze of every boy. Her fair face glowed, and she looked youthful and lively.

"Ah! Ah!" She was going up the stairs when suddenly two screams came from the side. She leaned over the railing and bent down to look down.

Sang Pei had twisted the wrists of two boys in each hand and kicked each of them in the thigh with a solid Shaolin kick. Then he picked up the camera on the ground, took out the film, and since he couldn't tear it, he stuffed it into his pocket.

Seeing the photo, Sang Rou immediately understood what had happened. She glared angrily at the two lewd-looking classmates. The two lewd men, writhing in pain from their broken bones, lowered their heads in shame. Being caught secretly taking pictures of their goddess at the bottom of the stairs made them feel utterly ashamed.

"Idiots," Sang Pei said, releasing the boy's dislocated wrist. Of course, he was scolding Sang Rou; these two didn't deserve his insults.

On the path home from school, the tall sycamore trees began to shed their leaves, carpeting the path with golden foliage. Sang Rou had to jog to keep up with Sang Pei's long strides. What was this? Was he taking advantage of her short legs?

"Why are you scolding me? I didn't want to be photographed, and I was wearing a slip underneath." She wouldn't be photographed; ignoring her for something like this was simply too much.

"You're not allowed to wear skirts outside of home next time." At home, it was okay.

"No!" She was at the age where she loved to look good; showing off her fair legs and shoulders made her look stunning.

"Then make your skirt five centimeters longer," he offered, making a small concession.

"No, no." She shook her head like a drum.

Seeing her repeatedly refuse his requests, he said nothing more, simply ignoring her as she babbled on.

She pitifully hooked his little finger around his finger...

"Okay, okay, Brother Pei, I'll be careful from now on. I promise, I won't get photographed again, okay? Brother Pei, please pay attention to me."

He opened the back door of the Cayenne and let her get in. Actually, Sang Rou usually sat in the front seat. Ever since high school, Sang Pei had been driving himself, and Sang Rou always sat next to him. Sang Qi couldn't be more distant from her brother.

She walked past him and sat directly in the front seat of the Cayenne, her throne.

"Brother Pei, please pay attention to me. I'm so sad if you don't pay attention to me."

"Lengthen your skirt."

"...Then you can just continue ignoring me."

After a while, she cautiously glanced at him again.

"Brother Pei, are you really, really not going to pay attention to me?"

He focused on driving, ignoring her attempts to please him. If he paid attention to her now, this little fox would definitely take advantage of him even more. Especially recently, he found it increasingly difficult to refuse her.

He couldn't spoil her!!

14. The initial conflict.

The scenery outside the window kept changing: towering skyscrapers, wide and stylish LSD signs… Sang Rou knew that this was still Jiangzhou in 2004. In the next five years, with the rapid development of the internet and the global trend of opening up, Jiangzhou would become the largest economic megacity in the country, receiving preferential treatment in economic legislation and other areas, especially in import and export, where it would raise a banner.

The future Jiangzhou would be a huge, arrogant tiger, attracting the attention of the whole world.

Sang Rou turned her head and saw the man in the driver's seat focused on driving. His features were distinct, his eyebrows and eyes sharp and angular, as if sculpted by a knife and axe. In the passing years, the childish charm of his childhood had faded, and he had grown into a handsome man.

She was still kept in seclusion, while he had long been sent out to cultivate his social circle. In recent years, he had become more and more reserved, no longer bothering to tease her in the past, but it was in those playful moments that she could feel the intimacy between them. Now, his expression grew increasingly unpredictable. She once thought she understood him well, but over the years, she understood him less and less.

The outside world was so wonderful; she had once been a contributor to that wonderful world, so many men willingly indulging in it. And him? Would he be intoxicated by that wonderful world? Or was he already addicted?

Her head throbbed from the intense contemplation, and she shook her head, pressing her temple.

"Screech!" The sudden braking sound alerted him; he noticed her distress and pulled the Cayenne to the parking space.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? Let me take a look." He leaned over her, seeing that her discomfort didn't seem feigned to elicit his sympathy, and quickly applied some special cooling ointment to her temple.

Her body was fine in every way, except for a few minor ailments—basically, the ailments of a wealthy person. As long as she ate well and took good care of herself, she would be fine. Sang Rou interpreted this as a mismatch between soul intrusion and reality.

A cool sensation on her forehead made her feel much better. Looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, she said, "Huh, this isn't the way home. Do we have to turn around?"

In recent years, more and more people have bought cars, making the roads more congested, and sometimes you have to turn around.

His hands didn't stop, skillfully massaging the sides of her temples. "I was originally planning to take you to Kuh'gv to try it out, but since you're not feeling well, let's go back first."

Kuh'gv? That restaurant she'd only eaten at twice, yet it was unforgettable.

"No, I'm all better, completely better, look," she straightened her back to show him, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering pleadingly, "Let's go to Kuh'gV, I'm dying of craving."

Kuh'gV is a French restaurant that opens only occasionally, located right on the beach. The owner is a true romantic French man who married a woman from Jiangzhou and settled there, opening Kuh'gV. It serves authentic French cuisine, some of which are the owner's secret recipes, impossible to find elsewhere. The seafood is caught by the owner himself on his yacht in the deep sea.

The unique aroma alone is enough to make your mouth water.

"Whatever you want." Kuh'gV is not a fixed location; the owner is a free spirit, spending more than half the year on vacation. He posts a notice outside the restaurant three days before opening, and there are always some die-hard foodies who make a daily trip there. Every time it opens, the shop is completely overwhelmed by crowds.

"Hehe, it's a pity Xiaoqi went to America for a violin performance. I wanted to take pictures to make her jealous." She licked her lips happily.

"Don't smile like that, it's ugly." He frowned and stopped her. When she smiled, her eyebrows curved, her lips turned up, her pupils were dark, and her irises were bright and clear, clean and pure. The smile seemed to emanate from every pore. Especially since she even dared to lick her lips. What was she doing? Was she going to go out and seduce men? As soon

as she entered the kuk'gv, she was teased by Xiang Xuan and Yuan Sili. They had been waiting for a while. They were people in the same circle who were friends with Sang Pei.

"Hey, the main character has finally arrived."

"Ah Xuan, Wanli, hello." As she grew up, she didn't like to call people "brother" casually. She always felt that the word "brother" was a bit ambiguous. Brother Pei? That was something she had been used to calling him since she was a child. She couldn't change it after growing up, so it didn't count.

The age difference between them was only five years, and with Sang Pei there to keep things in check, it was very casual to call him that.

At first, they joked about whether only Apei got the perk of being called "brother," but Sang Pei's sinister gaze silenced them, and the matter was never brought up again.

"Why don't you order first?" Sang Rou sat up straight, flipping through the menu. Kuh`gv's menu changed daily, depending on the restaurant's ingredients, and the owner decided on the menu.

"How could we dare order if you two didn't come? We're starving! I came here on an empty stomach without breakfast or lunch," Xiang Xuan teased. He was a very casual person, with golden curly hair, large eyes like Sang Qi's, bright and piercing, a straight nose, and a wheat-colored complexion—a man who gave off a sunny vibe.

"Xiao Rou, you order first!" Yuan Sili said gently. He was a rather quiet and meticulous person, with fair skin, dazzling black eyes, and rosy lips. His features were more delicate than a woman's, as if he had stepped out of a painting. His skin was so good that Sang Rou always wanted to discuss skincare secrets with him.

As dish after dish of delicious-looking food was served, everyone was too busy eating to speak. Sang Rou, in particular, devoured her plate with impeccable manners and lightning speed.

Just as she set her sights on the large chunks of lobster remaining on Sang Pei's plate, a fawning voice drifted in from outside.

"Young Master Yu, I guarantee you've never had anything like this in the capital."

"I'd like to see if it's as good as you say," the man called Young Master Yu casually glanced around the restaurant, his tone slightly flippant. "Ha, not so great, just low-class food. Have you never seen anything good before? Or is this the only kind of low-class stuff Jiangzhou has?" The contempt in his words was unsettling, causing the diners present to unconsciously frown. Did this man even understand the facts? This was Jiangzhou, and Jiangzhou people were notoriously protective of their own.

Xiang Xuan was furious. He slammed his fist on the table, about to stand up and cause trouble. With a tiger like him in Jiangzhou, how dare anyone spout nonsense on Jiangzhou's turf? Were they courting death?

Just as Xiang Xuan stood up, a slender, delicate hand pressed him down. Yuan Sili held his hand and shook his head slightly.

15. Surveillance Camera Peeping (Micro)

A gentle breeze blew across the beach, but the sea was completely still. The mirror-like surface reflected the sky dotted with blue and white fluff.

Sang Rou and her group sat on the side, overlooking an unobstructed view of the sky and ocean merging into one. Autumn had arrived, and there weren't many people on the beach, only a few couples strolling hand-in-hand. The restaurant, however, was surrounded by a large crowd, making the not-so-small space nearly impenetrable.

Sang Pei remained unmoved, carefully picking out the shrimp meat and placing it on a small plate carved with magnolia flowers. He then picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, seemingly oblivious to the commotion beside him. Sang Rou observed him, then subtly moved the magnolia flower plate closer to her. His lack of reaction meant he didn't object.

Even the smallest movement couldn't escape his notice. She glanced at him again, still no reaction.

Good for Sang Rou; he had no objection, so she began to eat.

Meanwhile, Xiang Xuan, stopped by Yuan Wanli, lost all appetite for even the finest food, roughly wiping his hands with a napkin.

Sang Pei waited until Sang Rou had eaten and drunk her fill before speaking, "Now that you've eaten, let's go back."

The group stood up to leave, but were stopped by a young man with dyed red hair.

"Hehehe, Li Zhiyang, I misspoke. It's not like Jiangzhou is without good people. I've just discovered a stunning beauty."

Yu Shao suddenly smelled a delicate fragrance. Looking closely, he saw a girl passing by with skin as white, smooth, and tender as a peeled lychee. She had almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, and a gentle and approachable demeanor. In his eyes, she deserved the title of a great beauty. He also thought that Jiangzhou had always been known for its beauties, and he couldn't help but feel lustful and restless.

Sang Pei walked in front, with Sang Rou following behind him. When she felt a pair of thin, bony hands with a jade ring on the middle finger about to touch her face, she quickly turned her head away.

Another hand was faster, grabbing the wolfish hand and twisting it back. The sound of bones cracking was heard.

"Ah!" Yu Shao yelled, "Where did this beast come from? I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Sang Pei tightened his grip, dislocating the man's hands completely, then threw him to the ground like trash, not even bothering to look at him again.

The man named Li Zhiyang, the one who had been fawning earlier, smiled obsequiously and said, "Master Pei, Young Master Xuan, Second Young Master Yuan, it's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple! We're all family! This is Young Master Bai Yutang from the capital, we're all one family!" "

Stop trying to curry favor with me, ptooey, spineless bastard." Xiang Xuan bluntly stated his thoughts; he despised such opportunists.

Sang Rou pressed down on Sang Pei's arm; the muscles beneath her hand were still throbbing. She glanced at him; although his face showed no expression, he must be furious. So, she tried to appease him, saying, "Never mind, Brother Pei, I want to go home."

Only then did Sang Pei soothe her, putting his arm around her shoulder as they left.

In the Cayenne, Yuan Sili told everyone about Bai Yutang's background. It turned out Bai Yutang was originally from Beijing, a typical "princeling" (son of a wealthy and powerful family). He lived a very successful life, but last year he killed someone in a car accident while speeding. His family's political enemies exposed him, and because he was a minor, he was only sentenced to three years of re-education through labor. However, he was released after only three days, and instead of learning from his mistakes, he continued his high-profile lifestyle, attracting widespread media attention. His family then sent him to his uncle's house in Jiangzhou. Bai Yutang's uncle was the vice mayor of Jiangzhou.

Yuan Sili said to Xiang Xuan, "You didn't attend Mayor Bai's family banquet, so you don't know that Mayor Bai introduced Bai Yutang to the guests. Since we're not in his league, we shouldn't have any involvement with him, absolutely none."

The Yuan family's connections in the military, while not having much influence in politics, gave them a keener understanding of certain policies than other families. The implication was that someone was targeting the Bai family, and they didn't need to interfere; they could just observe from the sidelines to avoid being used as a target.

Xiang Xuan sprawled back in the leather-backed seat and said, "Damn it, I can't stand him like that. Ah Pei, what do you say?"

Sang Pei shrugged and said casually, "As long as he doesn't mess with me."

On the beach, Bai Yutang was writhing in pain on the sand, still cursing Li Zhiyang, "Idiot, you watched them beat me without helping, aren't you afraid I'll tell my uncle?"

Li Zhiyang smiled bitterly. He had already called an ambulance and didn't dare touch the young master, afraid of hurting him. So he said, "Young Master Yu, you're new to Jiangzhou and don't know the situation. Those three were Sang Pei, Xiang Xuan, and Yuan Sili. The Sang family is a powerful clan in Jiangzhou, with intricate connections. Xiang Xuan's grandfather..." "I'm the mayor of Jiangzhou, one rank higher than your uncle. The Yuan family's connections are in the military, I don't know much about them. These three, none of us can afford to offend any of them. You just... that girl is Sang Pei's sister, a young lady from a respectable family, she never leaves her home, how could she withstand your advances? She's not good at all. When you're better, I'll take you to Golden Dynasty, okay? The ladies there really know how to serve people."

Bai Yutang clicked his tongue, lying on the sand, still lecherously saying, "I don't want those women who've been played with by men, this is the kind of fun a proper young lady would have. Fine, I'll play with her."

Li Zhiyang remained silent, this was not something he could get involved in. He told himself to stay away from this young master Yu in the future.

Back at the Sang family mansion, Sang Pei went to his room first to develop the negatives he had received that day.

Hmm, he sat on the leather herringbone sofa, flipping through the photos, and sure enough, he hadn't seen anything. The power of the petticoat was not to be underestimated, otherwise he might have considered gouging out those two people's eyes.

After a while, he turned on his computer, pressed a button, and dozens of small windows popped up, each displaying a detailed map of Sang Rou's room.

He was a good brother; he installed the surveillance camera only because he was worried about his sister's health.

She put down her backpack in the room, unbuttoned her shirt, and headed towards the bathroom, seemingly to take a shower. He considered it for a while, then finally decided to turn off the bathroom monitor and take a hot shower himself.

When he came out, drying his wet black hair, he checked the computer monitor again. She hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. He glanced at the watch on the table; half an hour had passed. Out of concern for his sister's health, he turned the bathroom monitor back on.

Pei Ye… he seemed to have forgotten that boys and girls take completely different amounts of time to shower.

The high-quality monitor captured high-quality footage; the clarity of the image was so high that it felt as if the beautiful woman bathing was right in front of him.

In the steamy, spacious bathroom, a snow-white figure could be vaguely seen from behind. The steam obscured her form. After a while, she seemed to be searching for something, emerging from the steam. Slowly

, she appeared naked before the camera, completely unclothed, beautiful and mysterious like the goddess Athena from Greek mythology. 16. From afar, she approached the camera, her wet black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Drops of water rolled down her rounded shoulders, playfully rolling over her pert nipples. The delicate nipples, still pink, shyly hid within the flesh, the water droplets lingering, seemingly about to fall, making one want to lick them away. Sang Pei's breathing quickened, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly. Heat surged to his lower abdomen, and his engorged member, lurking beneath his zipper, swelled instantly. He reached for the computer screen, passionately caressing that spot, as if trying to wipe away a single drop of moisture—the location of Sang Rou's nipple. She was still rummaging through the pile of clothes, seemingly not yet finding what she wanted. A drop of moisture had already trickled down her bent-over posture, flowing into her delicate navel, forming a small puddle. And below… his gaze followed. Her thick pubic hair was fully developed, short, dark, curly hair completely concealing her secret place. He'd heard that women with a lot of pubic hair had strong libidos and were very promiscuous in bed. Below that, a pair of slender, shapely legs.

Long, slender but not thin male fingers hovered over the mouse, hesitant to turn off the spying video. Initially, installing surveillance cameras in her room was simply out of concern for her health; however, things gradually changed, from concern to spying, and he didn't know exactly when this shift began. "

It's just looking, it won't hurt me," he told himself, finding a sense of peace.

Sang Rou, having given up searching, was about to leave the surveillance area when her large, round buttocks came into view, a small swirl of flesh in the center, pulsating.

Just then, she slipped on the wet floor, her foot slipped, and she fell to the ground.

Without thinking, Sang Pei dropped the mouse and rushed into Sang Rou's room. The bathroom door wasn't locked and could be opened from the outside; he quickly turned the handle, and the door flung open.

He lifted her naked upper body, her wet back pressed against his burning chest, intimately close.

He asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Just then, the smell of blood filled the air. Blood was flowing from her thigh, the shocking stains soaking the floor.

Sang Pei lifted one of her delicate feet, insisting on checking where she was injured.

She quickly pulled her hand away, grabbing a nearby garment to cover herself, concealing her bare chest. "I'm fine, Brother Pei, how did you get in? Can you go out and let me get dressed?"

he replied casually, easily finding an excuse. "I was passing by your room when I heard you scream. I was afraid something had happened, so I came in. Come on, let me see your wound."

He then spread her legs.

Sang Rou looked at him questioningly. Had she screamed? She didn't remember.

"No need, Brother Pei, please go out and let me tidy myself up, okay?"

She was completely naked; any movement would expose her to him.

"You're injured, why are you still trying to be brave?"

He frowned in displeasure, insisting on spreading her legs to check her injury.

"No, I just... I just..."

"Just what? Don't stammer, listen to me, spread your legs, let me bandage your wound first."

She lowered her eyes and head, her lips pursed, and she complained softly, "Ugh, really, I just had my period, girls get this every month, just let me go."

Hearing this, Sang Pei didn't separate her, but instead picked her up. She had sprained her ankle and couldn't walk, so she could only wrap her arms around his neck and bury her head in his chest.

He put her on the bed and placed the already charged hot water bottle on her stomach. "Are you feeling better?"

She nodded with her eyelashes lowered. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He reached out to touch her lower body. "Let me take a look."

"Really, you don't need to." "

Just take a look." He was unusually curious about this part; he was very curious about her lower body, and he hadn't seen it clearly on the camera earlier.

"No... Brother Pei, I'm not wearing underwear." Her cheeks flushed, she said shyly, "Could you get me... those... underwear, and... sanitary napkins from the drawer?"

He knew she wasn't wearing underwear, which was why he wanted to check for her.

"Do you want me to help you change?" He handed her the sanitary napkins, teasing her with a smile, but quickly changed his tune after seeing her horrified look, "Just kidding."

17. Exquisite Beautiful Pussy (Spicy)

To hide their true feelings, they always say, "Just kidding, don't mind it," "It's just a joke." Actually, everyone understands, but everyone is willing to play dumb.

Hearing Sang Pei say it was just a joke, Sang Rou didn't say anything or pursue it, but after waiting for a while and seeing him not leave, she became extremely anxious. The blood flowed in large gushes, soaking the sheets. All she wanted now was to put on her underwear and change into a sanitary napkin after he left, so she could only say, "Brother Pei, I'm fine now, you should go and rest!"

"Does your stomach still hurt?" He understood her implied urge to leave, but he didn't want to leave now, so he made conversation, wanting to stay by her side a little longer.

She patted the hot water bottle on her lower abdomen, "I'll sleep very well with this."

For a moment, he even felt a little envious of that hot water bottle, which was ridiculous.

"Hmm..." he murmured softly, hesitating for a long time before saying, "Call me if you need anything."

She smiled and nodded.

He turned and left, his steps slow and heavy. As she turned over in bed, he smelled a bloody scent, like a female animal in heat, and he quickly returned.

Sang Pei propped himself up on the pillow near Sang Rou's hairline with one hand, and grasped both of her hands with the other. His breathing quickened, a beast locked within him roaring to the heavens, wanting to kill her, kill her. To quell the demon within, he held his breath for a moment before saying, "You twisted your ankle, let me help you change!"

"No," she refused, her voice almost cracking with fear. She twisted her upper body, struggling, but her two hands couldn't break free from his grasp. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, like a rolling dragon, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, as if he were enduring something.

"Sweetie, brother will help you change, what's there to be shy about?" He breathed into her reddened earlobe, teasing her sensitive nerves.

This was the first time he had called himself brother in front of her, yet under such an eerie atmosphere.

As he spoke, he pulled back her blanket. Underneath, she hadn't had time to put on her underwear, and the sheet beneath her crotch was stained crimson with blood.

"Don't be afraid, I won't do anything." He took a clean towel from the wardrobe and wiped away the bloodstains on her lower abdomen. The thick pubic hair was parted on both sides, revealing two tightly closed labia, their delicate and untouched color perhaps because they had never been exposed to anyone before. Upon noticing the man's blatant gaze, they trembled shyly like a mimosa.

"No...no...don't..." After failing to break free, Sang Rou raised her hands to cover her eyes, burying her head in the sand, thinking that if she couldn't see it, it hadn't happened.

Her moans were as soft as a newborn kitten's, small and delicate, it was unclear whether she was moaning to herself or to someone else.

Sang Rou felt another surge of heat in her lower abdomen, her menstrual blood was about to come again. She quickly closed her legs, trapping his right hand, which was placed between her thighs, between them.

"It's alright, I'll change it for you." He coaxed her incoherently, his right middle finger tentatively inserting into her tender vulva, menstrual blood flowing down his fingertip.

His middle finger was gripped tightly, like a baby suckling, layer upon layer, fold upon fold. His finger was momentarily immobilized. That place, neither flesh nor bone, was hot and narrow, perhaps lubricated by blood or some other substance, incredibly slippery. Pleasure surged from his finger throughout his body, sending a tingling sensation down his spine.

This was the exquisite vagina they men often discussed when they hung out together, a rare find among millions of women, and here she was, the one he had always cherished in his heart.

This exquisite vagina could not only bring a man to ecstasy, to the pinnacle of pleasure, but also strengthen his virility and improve his health.

Heaven had truly been kind to him; his manhood was about to explode, his blood was rushing to his head, yet even so, it wasn't enough.

He felt her legs were too closed to see clearly, so he used his arms to lift her tightly closed mermaid legs, raising them high. Now, her buttocks were suspended in the air, her exquisite vagina right before his eyes, and he felt a thirst that made him want to swallow.

01-15 18. The allure of beautiful feet (spicy)

Sang Rou lay on the bed, covering her eyes, lost in thought. Her fair, delicate skin was exposed to the air, her slender legs were lifted and held in his arms, and she had no clothes to cover herself. Although the room was heated, she still felt cold, cold, her limbs almost frozen.

The nightmares of her past life seemed like a distant memory; she had gradually forgotten them, even her parents… A year ago, after learning they had returned to Jiangzhou and had a son, she told herself it was time to let go. When she watched their happy family of three from the shadows, she knew she had no right to return.

But she still secretly helped that small family with her meager resources and arranged for her father to take good care of his health through a doctor.

This was good; everyone received the greatest reward. She thought. She was doing well in the Sang family; Sang Pei and Sang Qi treated her very well. Although Aunt Sang didn't like her, she was very content with her current life. In this life, she had gained a few more relatives.

But now, all those nightmares she thought she had forgotten have returned. Why did no one hear her when she said no? She was so scared. If someone could hear her fear, perhaps her past life wouldn't have ended up like that… Even Sang Pei, did he think she was playing hard to get? Was that it? Was that how he thought of her?

They had lived together for over ten years, and she thought that if anyone understood her best, it would be Sang Pei. Not Sang Qi, because her relationship with Sang Qi was more like that of sisters, while her relationship with Sang Pei was more like that of rivals and friends, sometimes even like that of a brother, who doted on her immensely. Such a person should understand her best.

Her beautiful vulva was right in front of him. She was only sixteen years old, her vulva just beginning to bloom, not yet fully developed, pink and dewy. Sang Pei tentatively inserted two fingers, slightly spreading her vulva open. That mysterious slit opened shyly at the slightest touch. He stared intently, that place so delicate and tender, so endearing. He wanted to lean in and kiss it; he didn't think it was dirty at all.

"Ugh...you..." Her throat tightened, and she couldn't say anything more, feeling utterly wronged.

She had always had conflicting feelings for him, wanting to be close to him for warmth yet afraid of getting hurt. If he really wanted it, she...she wasn't entirely unwilling, but couldn't he choose another time? Women shouldn't have sex during their menstrual period; that's when the vagina is most vulnerable and easily susceptible to various diseases. Didn't he care about her health?

Seeing a tear roll down her cheek, his heart ached as if struck by a heavy hammer. It had been years since he'd let her cry. He used to enjoy teasing her when they were children, but later he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Alright, alright, I won't do anything," he said. "Your feet were cold when I touched them; I've dried them with a towel before I leave."

Sang Pei reluctantly withdrew two fingers from her beautiful vagina. Her vagina, not cooperating with its owner's will, gripped him tightly, refusing to let him go. When he finally pulled them out, there was a "pop" sound, followed by another surge of blood.

How could he bear to leave such a beautiful woman?

Sang Pei wrung out a hot towel and wiped away the blood and grime from her body. Holding her jade-like legs, he couldn't tear his eyes away. He gently stroked them, lightly touching them like a dragonfly skimming the water, afraid of breaking her jade-like feet.

A strange fragrance wafted from the soles of her feet. He tried to smell it, but it disappeared. So, he went all in, pressing her small feet tightly against his nose and mouth, kissing her delicate soles and desperately sniffing her white toes. Sure enough, he found them. He was captivated by the unique fragrance of her feet, holding them in his hands and lovingly playing with them.

Sang Rou rarely walked on her own, always being chauffeured around. Moreover, she disliked the clattering sound of high heels and rarely wore them. Her small feet were pampered and exquisitely delicate.

Seeing the strange light in his eyes and his lips approaching as if to suck her toes, she quickly pushed his hands away.

"I'm all better now, you can go back now."

"Okay." He responded, placing his hands on either side of her head, casting a huge shadow over her, carrying an oppressive pressure. He stared at her intently, not missing a single subtle expression on her face. After a long silence, his voice seemed to come from afar, approaching and then receding, ethereal and moving, "You knew all along, didn't you?"

She felt a wave of dizziness.

19. A Shy Spring Dream (Spicy)

"Zhuzhu, shall Mom take you to the hospital to see Dad? Dad is feeling much better today, he can talk to you now."

"Zhunu, come here quickly, today I've brought my brothers to mess with you, you'd better use your secret techniques, or I'll take care of you right here."

"Zhuzhu..."

"Zhunu, I like you, I'll buy you a house to take care of you, okay..."

No, no, where did she get so many brothers? She remembered she only had one brother, Brother Pei...

A huge rock pressed on Sang Rou's chest, hahaha, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Silly girl, what are you doing?"

The thick white fog dissipated, and little Sang Pei emerged. He teased her earnestly, pinching her left cheek and saying, "Silly girl, cry, and I'll forgive you."

She wouldn't cry, even if it hurt terribly.

Red and purple pinch marks appeared on her fair cheek. He scolded her somewhat discouragedly, "I forgot, silly girls don't cry."

A pale blue, eerie wind swirled, and the sky suddenly turned from day to night. Sang Pei transformed into a tall, handsome eighteen-year-old boy. He squatted beside her and said softly, "Xiao Rou, why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

She shook her head desperately, frantically. She was crying because he would never bully her again after they grew up, and how could she say that?

Before, he wanted to see her cry, but she refused to cry for him, knowing that if she gave in to his wishes, he wouldn't pay as much attention to her anymore. But now, she had even lost the only trick she had to attract his attention.

The heavens and earth collapsed with a crash, he sank into the crack in the ground, and then disappeared into the vast, desolate world.

"Brother Pei, Brother Pei..." she ran, calling his name.

"Please, don't abandon me, please." Running until her legs gave way, she collapsed to the ground, burying her face in the dry, cracked earth. Tears suddenly moistened the parched earth, and everything came back to life. Grass, flowers, and trees sprouted and grew in an instant, and a clear stream flowed gently by.

"Why don't you want to? You know perfectly well." A voice came from behind Sang Rou. She turned around and ran into his arms, unwilling to part again, even if it meant death.

She knew, she knew, he loved her, and she loved him too. So, don't abandon her, please don't abandon her, let her leave this tiny bit of hope in this vast, heartless world.

"I'm willing, I'm willing, as long as you don't leave me, I'm willing."

"You're willing even with this..." Sang Pei whispered something shy in her ear, and she nestled in his arms, her face flushed, and gently nodded.

Sang Rou reached out and grasped Sang Pei's thick, hard penis. It swelled rapidly beneath her hand, almost causing her to lose her grip. Having received special training in this area, she deliberately rubbed it haphazardly, afraid he would notice something amiss.

"Little vixen, you're hurting me. Be gentle. Help me take off my pants and take my big cock in your mouth." He bit her milky-white earlobe, his eyes burning with two small flames, like a wild beast roaming in the darkness. He said, "Have you forgotten what you just promised me? Otherwise, I'll disappear."

Sang Rou lowered half her body, gently kissing the large, hard object through his pants a few times before unbuttoning his trousers and holding the monstrous thing in her hand. His penis looked relatively clean, without the purplish-black tinge of a woman's vaginal fluids, making its veins even more clearly visible, covered with winding blue veins. Her body trembled involuntarily. So big, so hot—wouldn't it become a murder weapon inside her?

"Eat it, you fool, are you stunned? Do you like it?"

If this was only for her, she would like it. Sang Rou thought.

Sang Rou took the protruding glans into her mouth, licking the sensitive urethral opening three times to the left and three times to the right with her tongue. He thrust violently, then suddenly pressed her head down, calling out in a hoarse voice, "Swallow it all, eat it all, quick, eat it all."

At this moment, he was completely a novice, captivated by the breathtaking passion; she didn't need any skill to completely defeat him. Thinking this, she felt a mixture of pride and sorrow. If only he could always be hers.

Sang Rou opened her mouth as wide as possible, suppressing the urge to vomit, and took the glans deep into her throat, all of it, then spat out a little, then took it all in again…

Finally, he roared like a dying beast, grabbed her long hair, his thick shaft trembling several times, and his thick, pungent semen shot out onto her red lips, her ears, and her hair.

Then, he cupped her head and passionately kissed her lips, his tongue slipping between her teeth, playing with her tender tongue like a fish.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“What do you like?”

“Everything.”

Her heart raced, her blood surging, burning like fire, yearning for his closeness to extinguish the flames within her.

"Ha..."

Sang Rou's throat hurt, and after a few heavy breaths, she sat up and grabbed the hot water from the thermos on the bedside table to drink. The moonlight outside the window was bright, half-obscured by dark clouds. Her period, the moonlight... or something else, could all be the source of her arousal.

She covered her flushed face. Although she only vaguely remembered her passionate kiss with him, their tongues still intertwined, that was enough to stimulate her.

Stimulated, her lower body was still writhing restlessly. She quietly raised one leg and squeezed the blanket between her legs, rubbing them together shyly.

God, she actually had such a dream, let her die.

But Sang Rou didn't know that while she was masturbating with the blanket between her legs, all of this was being watched by deep eyes in another room. There was someone watching her masturbate while their hands rapidly rotated between their lower body.

20. Didn't Xiao Rou know either?

In late November, Jiangzhou experienced its first light snowfall. The glistening snowflakes fell steadily overnight, and when the people of Jiangzhou opened their curtains the next morning, they found the city transformed into a pristine white wonderland.

Sang Qi had been in low spirits since returning from America, so Sang Rou wanted to cheer her up. She said, "Shanqiju just delivered this season's new clothes; let's go pick out a few."

Shanqiju was a high-end bespoke women's clothing brand in Jiangzhou's upper class, handpicked by Aunt Sang to handle Sang Qi and Sang Rou's clothing for all four seasons.

"Hmm, let's go take a look," Sang Qi agreed, having been downcast for several days but not wanting to disappoint her sister.

"Smile, little princess," Sang Rou pinched Sang Qi's chubby cheek.

The delivered clothes numbered over ten, each exquisitely crafted and meticulously tailored, with no visible stitching. Sang Rou took a fancy to a lotus-red long wool coat with a stand-up collar trimmed with pure white wool, without a single speck of color. Wearing it, even her usually pale cheeks gained a touch of color, giving her a rosy glow. A wide, fringed belt cinched her waist, perfectly accentuating her slender figure. Sang Rou loved it more and more, not wanting to take it off.

There was also a hooded short jacket, one color layered over another, each blending seamlessly with the other, using only a few simple colors to create a vibrant tapestry of hues, simple yet elegant.

Just as Sang Rou was enthusiastically trying it on, Sang Qi angrily tossed the coat aside.

"The clothes from Shanqiju are completely unsuitable for me, and neither is my mom. I don't like them at all. Their clothes are always the same few classic styles, there's not a single fashionable element in them. She just knows how to impose her own ideas on me. Has she ever considered my feelings? It was the same with this competition. I only wanted to learn the violin as a hobby and didn't want to participate in the competition, but she forced me to go. I came back and got fifth place, and she gave me a hard time again."

As she spoke, Sangqi brought up those sad things from the past and how her mother had neglected her. She became more and more aggrieved, her eyes reddened, and her big eyeballs looked like they were about to fall out.

Sang Rou put her arm around her sister's shoulder and gently comforted her, "Alright, alright, all the contestants from around the world are there. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Fifth place is already amazing, okay? If you don't like the clothes here, how about I go shopping with you and you pick out some clothes yourself?"

The manager of Shanqiju next to them already looked a little unhappy. Sang Rou knew that business people should never ruin their reputation. In her previous life, her parents were small business owners who were occasionally harassed by customers. Businessmen are responsible for their own profits and losses, and the world was tough. She didn't want them to have a hard time, so she added, "Please keep the clothes I just liked. Thank you for today."

Sang Rou felt no guilt at all about spending the Sang family's money. The adoptive parents that Sang Rou never got to meet in this life were distant relatives of the Sang family, only traceable more than ten generations down the family tree. The family was quite wealthy, and after their death, many people coveted Sang Rou's inheritance. The two families used to be close, which eventually led to Sang Rou being adopted by the Sang family. The Sang family also took care of her inheritance. Sang Rou didn't know how much money it was, but over the years, the Sang family had never shortchanged her financially; it seemed like she would get a lot. However, the Sang family was still not satisfied and had other plans.

They thought Sang Rou was too young to understand at five years old, but little did they know that Aunt Bei had explained the seriousness of the situation to her the night before her suicide: she could give up the inheritance and money, but she had to protect what her parents left behind.

Aunt Bei committed suicide because of this.

Accompanying Sang Qi, the two aimlessly wandered from one famous store to another. With the rise of globalization, many world-renowned brands had established flagship stores in Jiangzhou as their primary base.

"Hey, I think I see brother's car. Dear sister, let's quickly take a detour." Sang Qi suddenly pulled Sang Rou's arm and walked backward. The black Cayenne was not discreet and easily recognizable.

Sang Qi's fear of Sang Pei was something she had felt since childhood.

"He's not a murderer, what are you afraid of? Come on, let's go say hello." Sang Rou pulled her sister closer to the Cayenne, but the real reason was that she hadn't seen Sang Pei much lately and wanted to know what he'd been up to.

"Xiao Rou, Xiao Qi, what are you doing?" Yuan Sili asked from the passenger seat as the car window rolled down.

"Hello, brother." Sang Qi stammered a greeting to her brother, then happily carried several bags to Wan Li, saying, "Brother Sili, my sister and I are just buying clothes, how come you've bought so many bags too?" She had sharp eyes and noticed the back seat piled high with shopping bags.

"Didn't your brother say? We're planning a self-guided trip." Yuan Sili said.

"Self-guided trip?" Sang Qi asked casually, she actually had no interest in what her brother was doing.

"Huh, Xiao Rou doesn't know either?" Yuan Sili's question wasn't without reason. Apei cared much more about his adopted sister than his biological sister. "A few of us brothers are planning to drive five cars to some famous mountains and rivers in a neighboring province to have some fun."

Hearing this, Sang Rou clenched her fists, her nails digging heavily into her palms, leaving ten crescent-shaped marks. She stared at the expressionless Sang Pei, who was looking straight ahead and didn't even glance in her direction.

Sang Qi and Yuan Sili's voices were close yet seemed worlds apart.

"This weather? Freezing cold, are you crazy people going to suffer?"

"Life is a form of spiritual practice; we're going because others are afraid!"

21. As long as you don't stick your tongue in, it'll be fine (slight)

Yuan Sili was only wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and casual khaki trousers. He was dressed so lightly in the cold because the car's heater was so strong.

He smiled gently, his lips curving upwards into a sweet-smelling arc, and said, "Xiao Rou and Xiao Qi, are you interested? Xiang Xuan and Wei Bai will also be bringing their girlfriends. If you go, the girls can take care of each other."

Sang Qi rubbed her frozen hands, looking scared. "Forget it, that's the power of love. I'm not going to go crazy with a bunch of reckless lunatics."

"That sounds interesting," Sang Rou, who had been silent until now, said with a smile.

Although Sang Pei didn't look directly at Sang Rou, his eyes never left her. He noticed she was wearing a lotus-red coat today, the white fur trim at the collar highlighting her small face, making it appear even whiter than the fur, translucent and with a warm, jade-like luster. She wore thick black leggings that clung to her legs, her small feet as slender as bamboo sticks, and a pair of black ankle boots with gold chains. He thought she looked absolutely beautiful. "But she shouldn't be wearing this out in public; she should just stay home."

These words startled Sang Qi. She turned to her sister in alarm and said, "Sister, you don't want to go, do you?"

Sang Rou opened her mouth to say something, but her cold words ended the casual conversation.

"No." Sang Pei's voice was flat. He had injured his throat as a child, and now his voice was hoarse and low, as if he had sand in his throat. He commanded expressionlessly, "We have other things to do. You two go back first. As for the trip, you two don't need to get involved."

The Cayenne sped along the asphalt road, thanks to the fact that there weren't many car owners in Jiangzhou in 2004.

"Ah Pei, weren't you a bit too much just now? Didn't you see Xiao Rou's face fall? There's plenty of room in the convoy, and we're only going for five days and four nights, we'll be right back."

Sang Pei braked at a red light, rolled down the window, propped his elbow on the window, lit a cigarette, and casually glanced at the indicator light, saying, "You don't know how to care for someone who isn't your sister. With her health, if something happens to her, even calling a helicopter in the middle of nowhere won't be fast enough."

"That's true, you could have spoken properly earlier. If you're worried about Xiao Rou's health, don't be so cold." Yuan Sili sighed and added, "Actually, Xiao Rou privately asked Ah Xuan and me to keep an eye on you and prevent you from smoking, saying it's bad for your throat, but we know you won't listen."

"Hey, handsome, where are you going?" A young woman waiting at the traffic light, dressed in an expensive fur coat inappropriate for her age, noticed the young man driving a Cayenne and exuding an air of wealth, and knew he was from a wealthy family, so she began to flirt.

Judging from her clothes and appearance, she might be a mistress kept by a wealthy man.

The traffic light changed, and Sang Pei stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, ignoring the woman, and replied to Yuan Sili, "She understands."

Yuan Sili sighed, rubbing his forehead. How could he explain to Pei that men and women's thinking had always been different?

At the Sang residence, it was 9:30 PM.

No lights were on in the room. Sang Rou lay on the bed, feeling angry and annoyed, her heart aching, yet she couldn't help but listen to the footsteps outside the door… These were light, quick footsteps, the maid's… These were high heels clicking, the footsteps rhythmic, Aunt Sang's… These were steady, leisurely footsteps, always landing heel first, walking at a leisurely pace…

Tap tap…

He was coming. The doorknob turned, and a sliver of light entered the dim room. Sang Rou quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

"You haven't had your goat milk yet tonight. I brought it up and put it on your bedside table. Remember to drink it later." Sang Pei sat on the edge of her bed, noticing that although she was asleep, her ears were still twitching, so he knew she was pretending.

He casually added, "The convoy is full of boring people, and even traveling is boring people doing boring things. Whatever you want, I'll bring it back for you. I heard the silver jewelry there is very special. Don't you like these little trinkets?"

It sounded like a statement, but it was actually an explanation.

"What kind of pendant do you like? Star-shaped or animal-shaped? I'll just have a star-shaped one. And how about bringing back some local specialty tea?"

She didn't answer, nor did she open her eyes, letting him talk to himself.

Suddenly, Sang Rou felt a warm breath brush against her ear, making her skin tingle. A teasing voice, soft yet clear, rang in her ear, "If you don't open your eyes, I'll kiss you."

Sang Rou's plump earlobes turned bright red instantly.

It seemed he knew she was pretending to be asleep. If she didn't open her eyes, would she be tacitly agreeing to his kiss? But if she did open her eyes, it would be too spineless. Sang Rou hesitated.

A warm breath moved from her ear to her lips; she could feel that their lips were only a centimeter apart, a fact that made her incredibly shy.

His affectionate voice said again, "I'm going to kiss you."

No, she couldn't.

Sang Rou's heart raced, her hands clenching into fists. Finally, she decided to open her eyes and change the subject, saying, "In the end, aren't you just afraid I'll implicate you?"

She pretended not to hear his shameless words.

Sang Pei nodded and said, "It's good that you have this much self-awareness."

...

The two remained silent for a long time before Sang Rou broke the silence first.

"Xiang Xuan and Wei Bai are bringing their girlfriends..." Her voice caught in her throat, the question she wanted to ask unable to come out. "What about you? Who are you bringing? I saw that pretty girl in your class last time, are you planning to bring her along?"

He twirled a strand of her long hair that had fallen onto the pillow and leaned closer to her, saying, "I'm not bringing anyone. When you're better, I'll take you to Athens and Greece, to Africa to see zebras and leopards, to Australia to see kangaroos and koalas, just the two of us, okay?"

"You promised me, so hurry up and bring me the goat milk, I want to drink it." Hearing this, Sang Rou sat up in bed and said. She was an easily satisfied girl; sometimes, a single word from him was enough. Moreover, Sang Pei—he had never lied to her before.

After she finished the milk in one gulp...

"This is the goodnight kiss you owe me."

He leaned down and approached her red lips. Her lips were still stained with goat milk, carrying a slightly muttony smell, but he thought it tasted perfect. He licked away the white stains from the corners of her mouth with his tongue, then used his nimble tongue to trace the alluring lines of her lips.

He wouldn't miss an inch; every inch belonged to him.

"Ugh...no." We're siblings.

Lost in passion, she still remembered to stop him, her hand weakly resting on his shoulder, unsure whether to push him away or welcome him.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't put your tongue in, it'll be fine. It's just a normal goodnight kiss."

After the kiss, he gave her a final peck on the corner of her lips and said, "Goodnight."

"Mmm, goodnight," she responded weakly, turning her head away, unable to look at him.

As Sang Pei left and closed the door, he whispered, "That outfit suits you very well today, it looks great. Don't dress so nicely next time you go out."

22. Isn't this what you wanted?

Sang Pei had been gone for a week, and Sang Rou had been melancholy for a week.

How could she describe her agonizing feelings? She couldn't do anything, even when tutoring Sang Qi, her mind would wander. In her absent-mindedness, she would suddenly think that Sang Pei was with a pretty girl, or fear that he might have encountered some danger on the snowy mountain.

When she thought about the possibility of him being in danger, she would imagine many terrifying scenarios, and even knowing that she was just scaring herself, she couldn't stop this self-torturing thought.

Fortunately, he would call her every night. Although he only asked about her family, it reassured her a lot.

#The

cold wind was deadly, the leaves rustled, and several bundles of wood were piled up in a clearing in the wild. With gasoline added, a roaring fire was lit on the woodpile, and seven or eight men and women sat around the woodpile, laughing and chatting. Not far away, five or six tents were pitched.

The fiery red firelight shone on everyone's faces, and their conversation unconsciously turned to the person making the phone call in the woods.

"Ah Pei is calling to report again," Xiang Xuan said mischievously, and those who understood the implication laughed along.

After calling Sang Rou to tell her to go to bed early, Sang Pei returned to the group.

"What are you talking about?" Sang Pei asked, sitting next to Yuan Wanli.

"Brother Pei, we're talking about you," said a girl named Yu Yu.

Originally, there were two girls scheduled for this outdoor trip, Xiang Xuan's and Wei Bai's girlfriends, but the day before departure, Xiang Xuan's girlfriend's girlfriend was added. The extra girl was Yu Yu. The boys originally thought girls were troublesome and didn't want to bring them, but Xiang Xuan had already agreed, and the others didn't want to offend their brother, so they didn't object.

Xiang Xuan's girlfriend seemed to be trying to matchmake Sang Pei and Yu Yu along the way.

But when they heard Yu Yu so familiarly call Sang Pei "Brother Pei," those who knew Sang Rou felt a little uncomfortable.

Yuan Wanli smiled, but his words weren't pleasant. "Little Yu'er, when we joke around we call him 'Master Pei,' you can call him that too."

Sang Pei picked up a bottle of strong liquor and drank it by himself, without even glancing at Yu Yu.

Yu Yu smiled awkwardly, and Xiang Xuan's girlfriend, Li Weiwei, was also unhappy to hear this. The two girls didn't say another word all night.

But the boys' conversation continued.

"How's Xiao Rou doing lately?" Wei Bai asked, shaking a bottle of strong liquor.

"She's in good health, and she values her life." Speaking of Sang Rou, a smile appeared on Sang Pei's lips.

"Maybe taking her out more often would help. Keeping her cooped up at home all the time will drive her crazy."

"She likes staying at home." Sang Pei answered confidently.

"Tch." Everyone said tch in unison.

Hearing the discussion, Li Weiwei, who always thought highly of herself, became even more unhappy. She was the little princess of her family and the school beauty, used to being adored. She couldn't stand that the boys were talking about other girls.

She should be the center of attention, the subject of everyone's conversation.

And who is this Xiao Rou anyway?

#After

Xiang Xuan and Li Weiwei returned to the tent, Li Weiwei started a fight.

"Xiang Xuan, didn't you see? Xiao Yu'er was bullied! Why didn't you help us? And what was Yuan Wanli's attitude? Calling him 'Master Pei,' it's laughable! Are we still in a feudal society? This is an era of equality, okay?"

Li Weiwei's father was a minor official in the railway bureau, and she often used his status to bully others. But when she encountered someone of higher status, she felt resentful, believing she shouldn't be subordinate to anyone. Yu Yu always listened to her and followed her lead, so she considered Yu Yu one of her own.

"She wanted to come along, didn't she? If she were so high and mighty, how could she dare to come out with a bunch of men she didn't know?" Xiang Xuan said casually, taking off his clothes.

"Hey, what do you mean? She only came because of me, okay?"

"That's what I mean." He then lay down on the bed.

Seeing her boyfriend become cold towards her, Li Weiwei knew she couldn't confront him directly, so she gently coaxed him, "I just wanted to introduce Xiaoyuer to Sang Pei. Look how wonderful Xiaoyuer is! She's first in her class, beautiful, gentle, generous, and well-mannered. Even though her family fell on hard times, she's always been strong and hardworking. I think she and Sang Pei are a perfect match." "

Alright, when did it become your business to worry about Pei's affairs?" Xiang Xuan had initially pampered her because of her beauty and openness in bed. But as time went on, some of her flaws emerged; she became arrogant and self-important, appearing foolish to outsiders.

"Xiang Xuan, are you even a man? You're no worse than Sang Pei, so why do you listen to him in everything? It makes you look incompetent, don't you know that?" Xiang Xuan

climbed out of bed, put on his clothes, and headed towards the tent flap.

"Xiang Xuan, you stop right there!" Li Weiwei hissed hysterically.

"I'm going to sleep in Wanli's tent. If you dare cause trouble again, you're going back tomorrow," Xiang Xuan said sternly.

#The

Cayenne stopped in front of the grand iron gate. Sang Pei honked the horn three times, and the gate automatically opened.

Sang Rou was wearing slightly bluish wool, the upturned neckline making her upper body appear even longer, and her tight pants outlined her slender legs, the details revealing her feminine charm.

"Get in, why are you waiting at the gate?" Sang Pei bowed and opened the passenger door.

"Just happened to come out for something." Sang Rou got into the car; she wouldn't say she was waiting for him.

After entering the room, Sang Pei first put his clothes on the leather sofa, then unbuttoned his black coat and went into the bathroom.

"Xiao Rou, bring me my underwear. It's in the fifth drawer of the third row of the right-hand wardrobe."

Sang Rou used one index finger to hook up a pair of large-sized men's underwear, then hesitated.

Sang Pei lifted Sang Rou onto the sink, one hand tightly around her waist, the other kneading her breasts.

"What are you doing? Get away from me!"

Sang Pei pulled down her U-neck, burying his head in her chest, kissing her wildly, leaving only his dark, stiff hair exposed.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Don't accuse me unjustly."

23. Licking Vagina (Spicy)

Sang Rou hooked her hand on a piece of fabric, the brand Calvin Klein, the brand of America's number one designer. That's not the point, the point is that the size is suitable for Americans. Sang Rou covered her face shyly, what nonsense was she thinking?

She hesitated for a long time outside the bathroom, going in meant tacitly agreeing to something, she knew that of course.

To go in or not to go in, that was the question.

But his tone was so matter-of-fact.

"Xiao Rou, did you find it?"

Sang Rou was annoyed, his tone was as normal as when she asked him to hand her chopsticks at a meal, without a single change in tone. Ugh, how could he bully her like this?

"Found it." She angrily shut him down.

Sang Rou opened the bathroom door a crack, slipped her hand in, then turned her head and handed him her underwear. Her body was still outside the bathroom, her head deliberately turned to one side, indicating she disdained peeping at him.

Sang Pei, however, dragged her and the underwear into the bathroom together—buy one get one free.

"Ah... what are you doing?" she cried, though she seemed to know in her heart that this was the outcome.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" He emphasized the word "do."

He spoke so erotically, yet his expression was so serious—how could he do such contradictory things? Sang Rou thought bitterly.

He held her tightly in his arms, and she realized he was completely naked. His wheat-colored skin had a breathtaking sheen, making one want to lick it. His muscles were like those of the famous Israelite hero David, powerful yet well-proportioned, but... his penis was much larger than David's.

Stop staring at that place, Sang Rou, wake up, wake up! It doesn't matter how big it is. Sang Rou told herself this over and over again, but it seemed to have no effect.

Because she would think, if it doesn't matter to her, whose does it matter?

Other women? No, no, she wouldn't allow other women to look at him.

"Do you like what you see?" He bit her pink earlobe, breathing hot air into her ear canal.

Sang Rou felt a tingling sensation run down her spine, and her vagina suddenly felt like it was being crawled on by ants—numb, tingling, and a little itchy.

"You're a scoundrel," she scolded him, blushing.

"I'm a scoundrel," he nodded.

"Shameless."

"Yes, shameless."

"Brother Pei, you can't be so shameless."

Seeing that hard tactics weren't working, she tried softer ones.

"Yes, scoundrel, shameless, shameless. If I don't do some shameless and shameless things to you, how can I live up to your evaluation of me?"

"You're also petty." She suddenly remembered this incident; how many times had his pettiness caused her to suffer?

"I remember it all." He narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"You..."

Sang Pei lifted her onto the smooth tiles of the washbasin, one hand tightly around her waist, the other kneading her breasts.

"What are you doing? Get away from me!"

He pulled down her neckline, burying his face in her chest, kissing and nuzzling her wildly, leaving only a wisp of dark, stiff hair exposed. Then, he deftly unhooked her bra, pulled it out of her clothes, and tossed it into the sink. He then took one of her nipples into his mouth and began licking it, sucking on it like a baby nursing.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" he said, sucking on her nipple.

"Don't accuse me like that."

"Since you dared to come in, I assumed you were prepared."

He pulled down her pale yellow panties, which had a lewd rabbit printed on them, making the action of taking off underwear.

"Your perverse taste?" He raised an eyebrow and looked up at her with a smile, hooking her panties in front of her eyes, the smile reaching his eyebrows.

Seeing his unrestrained smile, she suddenly froze on the spot. He rarely smiled, not out of feigned profundity, not out of cynicism, but simply because there were so few things that interested him, and even fewer that could make him laugh.

If it makes him happy, what does it matter if she gives it to him? As long as he's happy.

Thinking this, she relaxed her body, stopped struggling, and wholeheartedly accepted his teasing.

He moved closer to her beautiful vulva, observing closely. The vulva shyly opened a thin slit, and a trickle of passionate fluid flowed out from it. He couldn't help but kiss her gently, teasing her carefully, then inserted his tongue into the tightly closed slit, probing and teasing, his mouth engulfing her vulva, not missing a single shy spot.

"Does this count as kissing?" he asked maliciously.

Sang Rou's hands gripped the edge of the sink, her fingers digging hard into the tiles until her fingertips turned white. She breathed softly, not even hearing his question.

"No...no..."

"Let...let go, oh oh...let go quickly, Brother Pei...please...waaaah, I'm going to pee..."

Sang Pei's tongue moved even faster, each time pressing the tip of his tongue against that soft flesh that was neither flesh nor bone.

"Pee, I'll catch it for you down there."

24. I like to eat you (spicy)

Sang Rou knew, of course, that wasn't real urine. When a woman is deeply aroused, she experiences a squirting sensation, like urinating, releasing clear fluid that has no odor and even carries a slight musky fragrance.

However, squirting is rare, usually accompanied by intense pleasure, and not every woman is lucky enough to experience the ultimate pleasure of squirting.

She never expected that her youthful body would be so sensitive; just a kiss from him was enough to make her squirt. Just how wanton must her body be to experience this?

He first licked around the outside of her vulva with his tongue, teasing the small hard spot above the vulva for a while, then used the tip of his tongue to pry open the vulva, focusing on welcoming her squirting. His tongue felt the frequency of her vaginal muscles contracting faster and faster, finally contracting at a frequency unimaginable to humans.

"Pee, I like to eat you," he said wickedly.

"Ah..."

Hearing him say such shameful words, her body seemed to have no control over itself, and she actually urinated a stream of clear liquid, which he sucked into his mouth. He was still not satisfied, his mouth still holding her labia, savoring the taste.

"Disgusting, I never want to talk to you again." She clung to his shoulders, panting and turning her head away, actually afraid to watch him eat her cunt.

His hands were still kneading her trembling labia, scraping open the tender slit with his nails, and her beautiful cunt willingly took his finger in.

"Hmm, really don't want it? It feels so good, and you don't want it?"

"Haa...haa..." The pleasure continued to extend under his onslaught, her cunt still writhing thirstily, and she suddenly hated her own wanton body. She didn't know why, but she always got wet easily when he touched or pinched her, and she didn't know if it was because her heart belonged to him.

"Hmm...I hate you..." she said, not really meaning it.

"Such a tender cunt, it gets wet at the slightest touch, and squirts at the first kiss. Have you ever played with it yourself before?" He spoke lewdly, his eyes fierce. It was as if he would bite off her tender cunt the moment she said she had.

"How do you know?" She refused to listen to him. Being eaten by him was already shameful enough; she didn't want to answer such a shameless question.

"Tell me now." He really bit down on her tender cunt. How could such delicate flesh withstand such recklessness?

"Ouch... Waaah, you're so mean! I've never played with it myself!" She cried out in pain, slapping his shoulder.

"That's a good girl." Sang Pei spread her legs into an "M" shape, one hand parting her labia, the other guiding his enormous penis straight into her flower-like cunt.

At this moment, a knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Young Master, the Master wants you to go to the study." The maid called out when the young master didn't open the door.

"I'm going to do something. You take off all your clothes and wait for me in bed." He slapped her round buttocks hard before reluctantly leaving.

#

Sang's father sat at the central pear wood carved desk, flanked by rows of economics books, their haphazard yet orderly arrangement showing they were frequently consulted.

"Dad, you called me." Sang Pei sat down casually, but his mind was already elsewhere; he was still thinking about Sang Rou, naked and lying in bed waiting for him.

"Hmm, this is our company's biggest project for next year. Take a look, I'd like to hear your opinion." Sang's father handed his son a thick plan, then rubbed his temples wearily.

Sang Pei took the thick plan and quickly skimmed through it in five minutes.

"Why do you want to sell the remaining half of Tangning Road?" he asked, closing the plan.

"We don't have enough funds. The board wants to pool all the money to buy those large plots of land in the suburbs."

"That's not a valid reason. We're picking up pennies and losing pie. I don't agree." Sang Pei frowned.

"Sigh, Apei, actually I'm also hesitant. After all, the remaining half of Tangning Road is the lifeblood of the Sang family. But the board of directors unanimously approved the plan, so Dad wants to hear your opinion."

"Those maggots, all these years the Sang family has been doing one project here, one project there, electronics one minute, real estate the next, selling off half the street, and what have they accomplished? The remaining half of the street absolutely cannot be touched. Tangning Road is close to the city center. Even if it doesn't occupy a huge area, no matter how much land you buy in the suburbs, it can't compare to a few storefronts on Tangning Road. I heard from Xiang Xuan that the newest city park will be built near Tangning Road. In the past two years, foreign luxury goods have been frantically encroaching on the Jiangzhou market. Multinational corporations use Jiangzhou as a springboard, and their site selection is definitely focused on the city center. Tangning Road will be one of the radiating roads of the city center; its future strategic importance can only be increased."

Sang's father took off his glasses and rubbed his furrowed brow. "Son, when are you going to come to the company to help me?"

"I have other plans." Sang Pei rejected his father with a single sentence. In his view, taking over a aging, riddled empire was not as good as creating one himself.

"Why keep putting it off? You're my only son. Won't this huge company be yours eventually? Why don't you come to the company sooner to familiarize yourself with the business and help your father?"

"Let's talk about this later. Is everything alright? If not, I'll go back now."

Sang Pei stood up to leave, eager to return to his room.

25. Why didn't you wait for me? Hmm?

The restaurant's private room was decorated in a golden hue, with perfectly placed green plants in the four corners. The square dining table was a soft, milky white, with a huge LCD TV in front of it. Two antique-style calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall.

The restaurant's private rooms were decorated like a cozy little home. Sang Rou trusted the food, so she ordered a stone pot stew of three delicacies, a green pepper and rabbit soup pot, and hand-shredded cabbage. She also ordered two soups: a winter melon and pork rib soup and a corn chowder. Thinking there were only five of them, she didn't order anything else.

But out of politeness, she looked at the other three people present—Yuan Sili, Xiang Xuan, and Wei Bai—and asked, "Is there anything else?"

She deliberately ignored Sang Pei sitting next to her.

Yuan Sili, speaking on behalf of everyone, said, "Xiao Rou is the most knowledgeable about health and wellness, so we'll leave it to you."

Actually, Sang Rou usually ordered when they ate together, so this question was just a formality. While

the others drank their wine, Sang Rou took the crystal glass from Sang Pei's hand and poured some water, while the other three drank their drinks.

Xiang Xuan, sipping his drink, glanced at the two people opposite him. One seemed willing to give, the other willing to receive. He said, "Apei, everyone else is henpecked, but you're henpecked by your sister."

Yuan Sili placed a piece of rabbit meat in Xiang Xuan's bowl. "Even such delicious food can't shut you up, can it?"

Wei Bai chimed in, "Eat, eat. After we finish, I have something to tell you guys."

After the waiter cleared away the leftover plates and brought tea, Wei Bai spoke again: "I called you here today for serious business. I have a strange story to tell you. Recently, someone has been pulling strings to ask my cousin for help. Do you know Mingda Company? It's the company that Xuanzi and I used to play with, the first large-scale game in China called 'Dou Shen.' Later, it didn't do well and no one invested in it. The original engineer wanted to find someone to invest in the second part and came to my cousin. My cousin..." "I've been kneeling before my brother for three days. My cousin joked to me last time that I'd be better off taking on loan sharking. Haha, I don't know why this idea suddenly popped into my head, why don't the four of us take it on?"

Wei Bai was full of passion and ambition. He said excitedly, "How about the four of us brothers go all out? Let those who laugh at us for relying on our family's protection show us that we have real skills too."

Xiang Xuan scoffed at him, laughing, "Even if you achieve great things now, what's the use? Everyone will give you face, pave the way for you everywhere, and give you preferential treatment in everything, all because of your father's influence. Let others say what they want, what's it to you? Besides, if it were really profitable, people would be fighting tooth and nail for it, why would you, a rich kid, be here thinking about it?"

"Xiang Xuan, what kind of ambition do you have? Do you want to rely on your family for the rest of your life?"

Sang Pei, who had been deep in thought, nodded. "I've played that game too, I can consider it."

Yuan Sili also nodded and said, "I'll check later to see if there are any copyright issues with the first one."

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Sang Pei and Sang Rou walked in front, their figures overlapping, with the other three following behind.

Xiang Xuan grinned lewdly at Yuan Sili and said, "That kid Wan Jiasheng texted me, everyone's having a party at his villa in the suburbs, and he wants us to rush over and save the day."

Yuan Sili said, "It's so late, I'm not interested. If you want to go, take my car. Just remember not to get involved with his drug dealers."

Xiang Xuan had argued with his family last night and stayed at Yuan's house all night, so he was just hitching a ride with Yuan Sili for dinner tonight.

Xiang Xuan winked at Wei Bai, "Wei Bai, what about you? You've got hot girls everywhere."

"Go ahead, but be careful not to ruin your kidneys. I'm going back to sleep at 11." Wei Bai stretched.

"Boring. If none of you go, what's the point? I'm not that close to Wan Jiasheng. Da Tou, it's so late, can I come to your place for the night?" Xiang Xuan would call Yuan Da Tou when he needed something from Yuan Sili.

"Just sleep well."

In the Cayenne, Sang Pei bent down to fasten Sang Rou's seatbelt. After fastening it, he didn't leave, his hands resting on the back of the seat she was sitting on.

"Why didn't you wait for me last night? Hmm." He dragged out the last nasal sound, as if he hadn't finished, making her unconsciously recall the intimacy between the two of them in their childhood, and her face flushed.

26. Don't go, hug me (spicy)

Sang Pei recalled rushing back to her room last night, only to find it empty, that feeling of unfulfilled longing.

This time, however, he wouldn't let her go. His breath sprayed onto her dark hair, his cheek brushing against it in a slow, tender, and passionate embrace. He said, "Xiang Xuan said I'm henpecked, but I think he's wrong."

"What?" Sang Rou tensed up. Half of his body was pressed against hers, the cramped car making it hard for her to breathe. He seemed to have sucked all the air out of her. Was this some new way he was teasing her?

"He's wrong. I'm not only henpecked, but also henpecked." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling her fragrant scent.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" she said shyly, her face flushing even more.

"Don't we use the same shampoo? Why do you smell so good?" He pressed closer to her.

"Get up and drive, let's go home." She tried to push him away, but he clung to her like a leech.

"You still haven't answered me, why didn't you wait for me? But I've been waiting for you, waiting and waiting," Sang Pei murmured. He thought she would sneak over that night.

She wasn't going to demean herself by waiting for his favor in her room. Sang Rou pinched his waist.

Sang Pei responded with a kiss, his movements practiced and skillful. How could he not be? He had rehearsed it a thousand times in his mind. Looking at her pink lips, all he could think about was how to kiss her, bite her, devour her—it would be incredibly delicious without even needing salt.

"No, not here," Sang Rou murmured, seeing his eyes darken, she couldn't bear it, and said, "Didn't you once buy an apartment in Dongda Road in my name? Go there."

At least… at least, don't end her first time in the car. Did he really not understand the shy, awkward yet wanting thoughts of girls?

But wasn't that pathetic? Every expression of his tugged at her nerves, influencing her judgment.

"Mmm."

#Sang

Pei started the engine, took one of her hands, and held her soft, white skin in his palm. He drove with one hand, and with the other, he held her hand to his lips, kissing her pink nails and delicate knuckles from time to time. He then began to play with her fingers one by one.

Sang Rou's hand was held and manipulated by him. She turned her head to look at the scenery rushing past the window. It was late at night, and it would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. She felt a mix of joy and anticipation, but mostly fear. She was too happy, afraid that she would be brought back to reality at any moment.

Giving herself to the man she loved—a beautiful dream in a girl's heart—how many people had actually achieved it? Had such a beautiful thing really happened?

Was it all a fantasy? She had become addicted to drugs, and for years she had lived in a dream she had woven herself. Sang Pei didn't exist, Sang Qi didn't exist, Sang Rou didn't exist…

All those years of being together, knowing and loving each other, were also nonexistent; it was all a figment of her imagination. Deep down, she wanted a man strong enough to stand up to Liu Chun's backing to love her, so she had imagined Sang Pei?

She turned around in horror. Sang Pei had just stopped the car and saw her pale, sweaty face. Normally, her face was already quite pale, but it used to have a rosy glow; it was nothing like the deathly pale face she wore now.

Sang Pei held her head in his arms, gently patting her shoulder, saying, "Relax, don't be afraid."

After a slight hesitation, he still cupped her pale face, saying, "If you're not feeling well today, don't worry about me. We have plenty of time."

Sang Rou's delicate body trembled; she didn't want to let him go. Tonight, she so desperately wanted to give herself to him, to become his.

"I'm perfectly fine." She kissed his lips proactively, a passionate kiss, her lips nibbling wildly, her hands kneading his back frantically.

Even if this was just a dream, she didn't want her most beautiful moment to end.

"Upstairs." Seeing a flash of red light in the bushes, he pulled her close, only managing to peck her red lips once in a blind spot of the monitor.

#

"Ugh..."

The door opened, then slammed shut.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, their breaths mingling. Sang Rou was pressed against the door, panting heavily, her body enveloped in his pure masculine scent, the scent of happiness, the scent she had longed for.

First came her trousers, then her underwear, then her bra. Her coat fell to the floor the moment the door closed, leaving only a thin long-sleeved shirt covering her hips, her snow-white buttocks half-hidden.

"I want to see yours too," Sang Rou said eagerly, unbuttoning his coat. But the buttons seemed to be working against her; a long row of them. Why was he wearing such an outfit today?

"Don't rush, Rou Rou," he said, equally eager to help her unbutton his own coat. He kicked off his trousers, and they were down to his feet.

Just as he was about to turn around, she hugged him from behind, her smooth body snaking against his back like a snake.

She asked softly, "Where are you going?"

He turned on the living room light, then found the air conditioner remote and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature.

"Don't go, hold me," she murmured, seemingly in a dream, trustingly nestling her face against his back, her arms tightly wrapped around his strong waist, following him closely, afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"Let me take a good look at you first." He scooped her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode over, placing her on the brightest sofa.

Sang Pei was like a child with boundless curiosity, filled with a thirst for knowledge and an insatiable spirit of exploration towards the woman's body that was about to enter him.

He had seen this beautiful body a thousand times on the monitor, but none of that could compare to the reality of touching it with his own hands.

Last night was a hasty affair; he hadn't even had a chance to savor it before she was gone. But tonight was different; he had the whole night to himself.

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