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Chapter 310 Junior Sister, Give Your Senior Brother Some Inspiration! [6k views, please vote!]

Watching Chang Xingyu and Wu Xiulan walk into the house, Lin Yuan gently patted Qiao Sanli's slender back and said softly, "Let's go in too."

Qiao Sanli felt indescribably bad, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry with her brother and the girl he brought back, so she could only silently sulk.

The little girl's nose wrinkled slightly as she suppressed her aching emotions and forced a smile. She tried to act nonchalant, but the hurt she felt was evident in her pursed lips.

Qiao Sanli lowered her head and followed Lin Yuan into the house.

Wu Xiulan kept pressing Chang Xingyu for answers, from his birthday to his family background, and how they met.

Chang Xingyu responded in a soft, gentle voice, her tone carrying the characteristic softness of a woman from Jiangnan.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan didn't rush over to interrupt. Instead, he lowered his head and said to his younger sister beside him, "Sanli, let's put up the Spring Festival couplets in the house first."

According to an old saying, on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, people make rice cakes, steamed buns, and decorate their homes with paper decorations.

The term "pasting flowers" refers to pasting Spring Festival couplets and window decorations.

Qiao Sanli responded softly, walked to the table, held the red couplets with black characters in her fingers, and followed Lin Yuan's footsteps.

Lin Yuan took a brush and evenly applied the thick paste to the door panel.

Qiao Sanli stared at her brother's movements, feeling that the distance between them would only grow further and further apart in the future.

Lin Yuan turned his head and saw Sanli staring blankly into space. He called out to her softly, "Sanli."

Sanli then came to her senses and quickly handed over the Spring Festival couplets in her hand.

After the Spring Festival couplets inside the house were all neatly pasted up, Lin Yuan dusted off his clothes and said with a smile, "The inside is all done, now it's just the outside left."

The brother and sister walked out of the house and came to the gate of the courtyard. The cold wind swirled and smacked their faces with snowflakes.

Lin Yuan looked at Sanli: "It's so cold outside, you should go back inside and warm up. I can put it on myself."

Sanli shook her head repeatedly: "Brother, I'm not cold, I'm dressed warmly enough, I'll stay with you."

Lin Yuan smiled upon hearing this, raising his hand to touch Sanli's head, but then froze halfway through, as if remembering something. He withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "In the blink of an eye, our Sanli has grown into a beautiful young woman."

Qiao Sanli was filled with disappointment and dejection. She missed her brother's affectionate caresses, which used to touch her braids, back, and head.

But I don't know when it started, those intimate touches have become old memories.

She knew that her brother originally wanted to touch her, but he seemed to have some concerns and was no longer like before.

At this moment, she didn't want to grow up anymore; she wished she could stay the same as when she was a child forever.

"Brother," she suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with cautious anticipation, "then, between me and Sister Chang... who is prettier?"

Without even blinking, Lin Yuan said without thinking, "Of course, my Sanli is the most beautiful. Sanli is the most beautiful girl in the world."

As the younger sister of one's own family, she naturally deserves to be pampered.

Of course, there's another reason: it's in front of Qiao Sanli, and Chang Xingyu can't hear her.

Qiao Sanli chuckled, the corners of her mouth curving upwards like a crescent moon.

"Hehe, don't let your little hands get cold."

"Brother, I'm not cold. Look." Qiao Sanli quickly placed her warm little hand on the back of Lin Yuan's hand, the warmth of her palm seeping through his skin.

The house was well-heated, and Sanli's little hands were still warm from the heating on.

Lin Yuan grasped Sanli's small hand in return, brought it to his mouth, and exhaled a breath of warm air.

As soon as Lin Yuan let go, she immediately grabbed her brother's hand, gently blew on it like he did, and then quickly kissed the back of his hand.

Qiao Sanli's pretty face was flushed, whether from blowing the air or from shyness, she didn't know. Her eyes were bright and sparkling as she shook his arm and said coquettishly, "Brother, can you carry me to the market like you did when we were little?"

Lin Yuan smiled indulgently, his tone pampering: "Okay, let's finish putting up these Spring Festival couplets and window decorations first, and then I'll carry you there this afternoon. Whether you want cotton candy or candied hawthorn, you can have as much as you want."

A smile bloomed on Qiao Sanli's fair face, her red lips and white teeth making her eyes and brows even brighter.

The brother and sister continued to put up Spring Festival couplets. After interacting with Lin Yuan, Qiao Sanli's gloom was dispelled, and she felt much better.

In no time, the red couplets with black characters were neatly pasted on the door frame.

The window frames were also covered with exquisitely cut red paper-cut window decorations, which were lifelike.

Finally, the brother and sister hung a pair of large red lanterns under the eaves. The lanterns swayed slightly in the wind, and the swaying red light reflected off the white snow, instantly creating a strong festive atmosphere.

The two then returned to the house together, where the warmth from the heating instantly dispelled the chill and made them feel comfortable all over.

Chang Xingyu was in the kitchen, helping Wu Xiulan with her work. Although Wu Xiulan told her not to help, Chang Xingyu still helped wash and chop vegetables diligently, not being spoiled at all.

With a beaming smile, Wu Xiulan recounted Lin Yuan's childhood anecdotes and experiences with great pride.

Chang Xingyu listened with great interest, occasionally chiming in with a surprised and curious expression, which made Wu Xiulan very happy.

Lin Yuan then leaned over and said to Chang Xingyu, "Xingyu, let me show you my childhood room."

He was worried that Chang Xingyu would feel awkward and constrained if he kept dealing with elders, so he wanted to let Chang Xingyu chat with Wu Xiulan for a while to get to know each other. In addition, he also wanted to spend some time alone with Chang Xingyu.

Chang Xingyu hesitated for a moment before looking at Wu Xiulan, who smiled and said, "Go ahead, go ahead."

Qiao Sanli silently walked into the kitchen, took over the work, and began to help pick vegetables.

Lin Yuan led Chang Xingyu back to the room and gently closed the door.

"I was worried you'd get bored chatting with my mom, so I called you over."

Chang Xingyu smiled and said, "No, not at all. The stories Auntie told about you were so interesting, about magic tricks and fishing. I was completely engrossed in them."

Lin Yuan joked, "Looks like you're getting along well with your future mother-in-law."

Chang Xingyu blushed slightly and asked curiously, "Why are there two beds in your room? Are those Sanli's?"

Lin Yuan sat down on the edge of the bed with Chang Xingyu. He nodded and pointed to the room, explaining, "My mom sleeps in the west room, and my sister and I sleep in this big east room. This bed is mine, and that bed is Sanli's. We used to do our homework at this table when we were little. Sitting here now, countless memories flood my mind. Since I went to university, I've only been back to stay here a handful of times."

Chang Xingyu nodded and agreed, "Yes, you often have to train, and by the time you get back, it's very late."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's not just that. Sanli has grown up and is a girl, so it's not appropriate for her to share a room with another girl."

Chang Xingyu nodded, then suddenly noticed an old photo of Lin Yuan on the bookshelf, so he got up to take a closer look.

Lin Yuan grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto his lap, his palm slipping inside her clothes.

Chang Xingyu's cheeks flushed, and she wriggled coquettishly, saying, "What are you doing? I still want to see the photos!"

"You can see it in a bit." Lin Yuan gently touched her bangs with his forehead, deliberately slowing down his speech. "Let me count how many clothes I wore today."

Lin Yuan's fingertips touched her smooth and delicate lower abdomen, the warm touch as soft as mutton fat jade, and then he continued to explore upwards.

"Then what are you doing?"

Lin Yuan blinked seriously: "I just went out to put up Spring Festival couplets, and my hands are so cold. I want to warm them up."

Chang Xingyu glanced at the closed door, but swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

After a short while, she bit her lip and muttered, "Didn't you say to cover it up? Why aren't you doing it now?"

"I just went out to put up Spring Festival couplets, and my hands are so cold I can't feel them anymore. I need to move them around a bit."

Chang Xingyu let out a soft moan, her brows furrowing slightly in pain. Her eyes held a mixture of reproach and tenderness as she gazed lovingly at Lin Yuan.

The two began to kiss, Lin Yuan's hot hands roaming over her upper body, sometimes her lower abdomen, sometimes her back.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Qiao Sanli walked in.

"Brother, Mom wants..."

The two separated as if electrocuted. Lin Yuan hurriedly withdrew his hand from Chang Xingyu's clothes, and Chang Xingyu also hurriedly got up from Lin Yuan's lap.

The three of them fell into an awkward silence.

Chang Xingyu didn't expect that Lin Yuan had only closed the door but hadn't locked it.

Qiao Sanli never expected that her brother and Sister Chang would be in the room, openly and passionately kissing. Her lips were slightly parted and remained closed for a long time.

Lin Yuan coughed lightly, breaking the silence: "Sanli, what's wrong?"

Qiao Sanli gripped the door frame, her eyes darting away, and said in a low voice, "Brother, Sister Chang, the food is ready. Mom wants you to come and eat."

“Okay, we’re coming right now,” Lin Yuan replied.

Qiao Sanli glanced at the two of them quickly, turned around and hurriedly left, closing the door behind her.

Chang Xingyu said, embarrassed and annoyed, "It's all your fault for not locking the door. How am I supposed to face Sanli now?"

Lin Yuan joked, "So it's your fault for not locking the door, not for being dishonest."

Chang Xingyu's face was full of worry: "Sanli is so innocent. What if I leave a bad impression on her? How will I get along with her in the future?"

Lin Yuan looked unconcerned and comforted her in a relaxed tone, "It's alright, Sanli is very well-behaved. She's still young and doesn't understand anything. Let's go eat first."

Chang Xingyu didn't believe it. Sanli was already in high school, how could she not know anything?

Other things aside, Lin Yuan's hand was still under her clothes just now.

"Wait for me."

Chang Xingyu straightened his clothes and tidied his hair, making sure he looked presentable before following Lin Yuan out.

The table was laden with dishes, steaming hot and fragrant.

The four of them sat down together.

Wu Xiulan greeted him with a smile, "Xingyu, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Chang Xingyu took a bite of the braised pork and couldn't help but praise, "Auntie, this braised pork is so delicious! Your cooking skills are amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it. Come often in the future, and Auntie will cook for you. Lin Yuan isn't home often, so it's just me and Sanli at home. If you come often, it will be more lively at home."

Chang Xingyu smiled and nodded, "Sure, as long as you don't mind me going to so much trouble."

Lin Yuan chuckled and joked, "So, all my filial piety has been outsourced?"

Wu Xiulan asked curiously, "Outsourcing filial piety? What's this new concept?"

Lin Yuan explained unhurriedly, "Outsourcing is a business term that means handing over tasks that should be done by your own company to an outside company or person. What I mean is, Xingyu coming to see you is actually fulfilling my filial duty on my behalf."

Chang Xingyu and Wu Xiulan then realized what was going on.

Wu Xiulan patted Lin Yuan's hand with a smile and corrected him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Xingyu is no outsider."

Chang Xingyu's cheeks flushed slightly, but his heart was filled with sweetness.

Lin Yuan chuckled and said, "I misspoke. I'll punish myself with a glass of plum juice."

Qiao Sanli ate her meal in silence, her mind still replaying the scene from earlier. She concluded that it must have been Sister Chang who had put her brother's hand inside. She then looked down at her own hand and silently compared it to Chang Xingyu's. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the table as everyone enjoyed their meal together.

After dinner, the family sat together and chatted leisurely.

Wu Xiulan was very satisfied with Chang Xingyu, her "future daughter-in-law." The girl was beautiful and sensible, from a good family, well-educated and reasonable. She and Lin Yuan had known each other for a long time and had fallen in love. The two had come this far together, and their relationship must be extremely deep.

In the afternoon, when Chang Xingyu was about to get up and go back, Wu Xiulan took out a wooden box from the room.

She opened the wooden box, inside which was a pair of silver bracelets.

“This is a family heirloom. Although the style is a bit old, it is made of solid silver.”

Chang Xingyu was touched, his nose tingled, and he softly called out, "Auntie..."

Wu Xiulan put the bracelet back into the box, solemnly placed it in Chang Xingyu's hand, her eyes full of expectation:
"Xingyu, you are the only girl Lin Yuan has ever brought back. Auntie knows you must be a good girl. No matter what happens in the future, you two must be tolerant of each other."

“Auntie, I will.” Chang Xingyu nodded solemnly, holding the wooden box tightly in both hands. Lin Yuan’s mother clearly regarded him as her future daughter-in-law.

Lin Yuan escorted Chang Xingyu to the alley entrance. Chang Xingyu said, "You should go back now. There are still so many things to do at home."

Lin Yuan nodded and smiled, "Okay, I'll bring generous gifts to visit my father-in-law and mother-in-law after the New Year."

Chang Xingyu smiled slightly, holding the wooden box in his hand as if he had taken a reassuring pill.

When Lin Yuan returned home, he saw the mother and daughter still in the main room and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Mom, you just gave me those bracelets like that?"

Wu Xiulan was very confident: "So what? How could the girl you brought back have bad taste?"

Lin Yuan spread his hands and laughed: "What if I bring another girl back next time, and you don't have a bracelet to give me?"

Wu Xiulan's heart skipped a beat: "Don't joke like that with Mom."

The family only had one pair of heirlooms, and they were both given away.

Qiao Sanli couldn't help but say, "Brother, you can import some more 'family heirlooms'."

Lin Yuan laughed and said, "That makes sense. Come on, let's go to the market and buy some." He then turned to Wu Xiulan and said, "I'm taking Sanli out for a while. We'll be back before dinner."

……

Lin Yuan carried Qiao Sanli on his back as they walked down the street. The girl's soft body pressed against his back, like a soft pillow.

Sanli's arms were wrapped around Lin Yuan's neck, her head resting gently on his shoulder. She swayed her body occasionally, looking at the novelties on both sides of the street. She rubbed her hair against Lin Yuan's back, making him feel a little itchy.

Qiao Sanli pointed to the sugar painting stall on the street and said excitedly, "Brother! I want a phoenix one!"

Lin Yuan took out some money from his pocket and handed it to the old man at the stall.

In no time, the old man had drawn a lifelike phoenix with sugar threads.

Qiao Sanli stared at the sugar painting for a moment, then took a bite, making a crisp sound, and then brought it to Lin Yuan's mouth.

"Brother, you should try some too."

Qiao Yicheng was also shopping for New Year's goods here when he spotted the two laughing and joking, but he didn't go over to disturb them.

Although he and Sanli are siblings and their families live close by, they are still estranged and different; Sanli is now someone else's child.

If Sanli were to encounter difficulties, he would step forward without hesitation, but now that Sanli is doing well, he doesn't want to go over and bother her.

What he didn't know was that not only his own sister, but also his first love and wife, whom he had envisioned for his life, had been snatched away by Lin Yuan.

As for Ye Xiaolang, Qiao Yicheng's first wife in the drama, Lin Yuan had absolutely no interest in her. Putting aside her personality and values, her appearance was simply not to Lin Yuan's liking. If given the chance, Lin Yuan would even symbolically try to persuade Qiao Yicheng not to rush headlong into it.

After all, in terms of seniority, he was still his "brother-in-law".

Of course, whether Qiao Yicheng listens or not is his business.

……

Lin Group.

It was Lunar New Year's Eve, and although it wasn't a statutory holiday, the festive atmosphere had already quietly spread throughout the factory area.

A few employees are still sticking to their posts in the factory.

The reason it is a minority is because many workers have taken leave or time off in advance, which makes the factory area seem somewhat empty.

Inside the office.

Lin Yuan's fingertips slid and caressed Sun Xiaomo's thick black stockings, making a soft rustling sound. He looked up at Sun Xiaomo in his arms and asked, "It's New Year's Eve today. Why aren't you at home preparing for the New Year?"

Sun Xiaomo smiled and said, "I guessed you would come to the company today, so I thought I'd come and see you."

Lin Yuan chuckled softly, burying his head in his heart and saying, "You really did manage to wait for me to come to you."

The office was filled with warmth, not only from the air conditioning but also from the palms of each other stroking back and forth.

Their eyes met, both filled with undisguised heat.

Lin Yuan raised his hand to stop Sun Xiaomo from undressing, his gaze darkening. The next second, his fingertips gently hooked the stockings between her legs, and a crisp "rip" was heard.

……

Sun Xiaomo returned home in the afternoon in high heels, her cheeks flushed an unusual red. Her mother looked at her suspiciously: "You just got back from the company?"

"Mmm," Sun Xiaomo replied, trying to sound calm.

All she wanted to do now was go back to her room and change out of the thick, black stockings with holes in them, afraid that her mother would notice something was wrong and make unnecessary guesses.

"Is Lin Yuan at the company today?" Sun's mother then asked.

"Here I am."

Sun Xiaomo hurriedly replied, then quickly returned to her room and closed the door behind her.

"Sigh!" Sun's mother chased after him to the door and said through the closed door, "Why don't you find some time to invite Lin Yuan over for a meal? He helped you so much and found you such a good job. We haven't properly thanked him yet."

"No need." The soft rustling of clothes came from inside the room, and Sun Xiaomo's voice came out, "I'll invite him myself."

"Silly girl! Is it the same whether you treat others yourself or your family treats you?"

Sun's mother was both anxious and angry. She could tell at a glance that her daughter had already secretly fallen for Lin Yuanfang and might even have given herself to him. She was trying to help her, but her daughter didn't appreciate it at all.

"If you don't tell me, I'll go to your company and tell you one of these days."

Sun Xiaomo opened the door. She had already changed out of her thick black stockings and undergarments, revealing a pair of fair and slender legs under her skirt.

"Mom, don't make things worse. The boss is so busy with so many things, how could he possibly have time to come to our house for dinner?"

"Even the busiest person can find time to eat a meal, right? The President of the United States can have dinner with his wife."

"Oh, I don't want to argue with you. I still need to study. Call me if you need anything else."

After Sun Xiaomo finished speaking, she closed the door without waiting for her mother's response and prepared to continue changing her clothes.

……

The April wind, carrying the fresh green leaves, swept past the window, gently lifting the gauze curtains and stirring the edges of the draft paper spread out on the table.

Xiang Nanfang leaned closer to Lin Yuan and asked curiously, "Senior brother, what are you planning to write about next?"

"I want to write a science fiction novel, but I'm still in the process of conceiving it."

"Is the plot still not clear?"

"Science fiction must be based on science and apply imagination. I want to write a story about contact and competition between Earth civilization and alien civilization, but I haven't figured out what the aliens' weapons should look like yet."

Xiang Nanfang tilted his head and asked, "Wouldn't weapons like spaceships and interstellar missiles work?"

"Junior sister, just like how tigers and monkeys only know claws and teeth, they can't comprehend the existence of guns and cannons. Humans are the same. The weapons of alien civilizations are probably beyond our imagination, and even humanity's strongest weapons may be useless against them."

Xiang Nanfang seemed to understand but not quite, "But if even the most powerful weapons are ineffective against alien civilizations, then isn't humanity doomed to failure?"

Lin Yuan hugged Xiang Nanfang and kissed her. "Good junior sister, you've hit the nail on the head. This is the meaning of the story I wanted to write. Even if humanity is weak and faces adversity, it may still have a chance to win and turn the tide."

"Senior brother, you're amazing!"

"Junior sister, shouldn't you offer your senior brother some inspiration?"

Xiang Nanfang asked, puzzled, "How do you provide it?"

Lin Yuan got up and took out a beautifully packaged gift box from the wardrobe, with snow-white lace peeking out from the opening.

"Junior sister, this is what I bought according to your size, go and try it on."

Xiang Nanfang stared at the maid outfit in the box, a little shyly asking, "Why did you buy this?"

"Junior sister, you'll look beautiful in this."

Xiang Nanfang's cheeks flushed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around, holding the gift box, and walked into the room, gently closing the door behind him.

When the door opened again, Xiang Nanfang had already changed his skin.

Lin Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, and gently placed her on the floor with his hands on her shoulders.

Xiang Nanfang tilted his head back, frowned slightly, and asked, "Can it really provide inspiration?"

"Absolutely true, I guarantee that my thoughts will flow like a spring and my writing will be divinely inspired."

Although Xiang Nanfang was reluctant, he ultimately found it difficult to refuse Lin Yuan.

After the baptism, Lin Yuan smiled and gently carried Xiang Nanfang to the bed covered with floral sheets.

……

Xiang Nanfang blinked, puzzled, and asked, "Senior brother, are you serious about the water droplet and the dark forest? Are you really not joking with me?"

Lin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Junior sister, what are you thinking? I'm being serious. The water droplet is a weapon I envisioned for an alien civilization. It's shaped like a water droplet and made of indestructible material, capable of easily destroying human spaceships. As for the Dark Forest, that's a law I envisioned, and I'll keep it a secret for now."

Xiang Nanfang blushed slightly and protested, "Senior brother, you're just teasing me."

Lin Yuan twirled a stray strand of her hair between his fingers and chuckled, "Alright, alright, just take it as me teasing you."

As dusk fell, Lin Yuan and Xiang Nanfang tidied their clothes and decided to go for a walk.

The Confucius Temple area was brightly lit at night, and on this weekend, the streets were filled with the aroma of snacks, bustling with people.

Xiang Nanfang bought a plate of sweet osmanthus lotus root, carefully picked up a piece with a bamboo skewer, and gently offered it to Lin Yuan's lips.

Lin Yuan lowered his head slightly and opened his mouth to take the lotus root slice.

At this moment, Chang Xingyu and his sister were also strolling around Confucius Temple.

Turning her head casually, she immediately saw Lin Yuan. Seeing him interacting intimately with his junior from the same school, Chang Xingyu paused, feeling as if she could hardly breathe.

(End of this chapter)