Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Song Chang struggled with all her might.

I can't break free.

She stopped struggling, smiled at him with her eyebrows curving upwards, and said, "Brother, you're back."

He looked just like countless times before, when she called him "little brother".

It doesn't have any special meaning; it's just a normal question.

It's as if everything that has happened can be erased by her, as if it never existed.

He is still her brother, and only her brother.

Song Xingzhi's expression darkened, and he tightened his grip on her wrist, causing Song Chang to gasp in pain.

Song Xingzhi simply shoved the person into the car and went to drive.

His face was tense, and he didn't say a word, but he was clearly angry. He was reversing too fast and hit the curb. Without stopping, he sped off.

Song Chang took a deep breath. "You fix my car."

Song Xingzhi ignored her and drove very fast.

Song Chang simply took out his phone and made a call.

"Mom, my brother..." is back.

She had barely uttered the word "brother" when Song Xingzhi snatched her phone away, cut off the call, and tossed it behind her.

With a bang.

He turned his head to look at her, his eyes dark and deep, and chuckled, "What, you think this is the end of it? You flirted and then ran away?"

"Song Chang, I warned you before. You started it, but whether you can stop it is up to me."

"Brother, I was being immature," Song Chang explained. "I understand now."

"It's too late."

"..."

Song Chang pursed his lips. The light and shadow outside the car window rushed into the car from all directions, casting a shadow of light and dark on his face, and the slightly taut lines of his profile outlined a sharp curve.

He got a haircut; the short, spiky strands stuck to his scalp, looking sharp and aggressive.

Just a change of hairstyle made her feel unfamiliar.

When Song Chang looked over, her heart stirred slightly, and a hint of bitterness appeared in her eyes.

She was two years younger than Song Xingzhi. When they met, she was five years old and he was just seven. Boys develop a little later. At that time, she was the same height as him. When the two stood together, their figures were very similar, and their facial features were also about 50% alike.

Song Chang never had long hair before she turned eighteen, not even short hair that only reached her shoulders like she does now.

Her hairstyle was always the same as his, a buzz cut.

Wearing the same clothes as him and imitating the way he eats, she's often mistaken for his twin when they go out. Despite being different ages, she attends the same school, causing her to consistently rank at the bottom of her class. People laugh at her, saying she must have something wrong with her brain.

Girls are naturally fond of beauty. No matter how old she is, she hates her spiky hairstyle and wants to grow her hair long and wear pretty dresses.

On her sixth birthday, her brother bought her an outfit with his pocket money: a white top, a pretty black pleated skirt, and a long wig.

Song Chang happily changed into the new outfit, striking a pose with a mix of shyness and excitement. "Hey bro, does it look good?"

"It looks good." He smiled and patted her head. "Don't change it, just wear it like this."

Song Chang still remembers that day; she was just as excited as she was scared.

The driver took them to the library. When he saw Song Chang's appearance as they were leaving, he frowned and told her to change her clothes back.

The young man insisted, and that's how they went out that day.

But before they even reached the library, the accident happened.

The car was hit, the windows were shattered, and they hid inside, trying to keep their bodies low and crouch between the back and front seats.

It was a thrilling experience, but nothing serious happened.

The young man's arm was scraped by something. He said it didn't hurt, just a scraped patch, nothing serious.

Song Chang believed it.

The driver took them home, and Song Xingzhi told her to change her clothes. Song Chang heard him standing on the steps talking to the driver, saying, "You can't say a word about Changchang wearing a skirt."

The driver nodded, and then he said, "Okay, now you can call your parents."

That night, Song Xingzhi had a high fever and was taken to the hospital.

The house was in chaos, and the next afternoon, the elegantly dressed woman arrived at the Song family home.

Song Chang had met her once. It was she who pinched Song Chang's chin and scrutinized him for a long time before saying, "A girl? She does resemble Xingzhi. Okay, she's the one."

Then Song Chang was sent to the Song family.

She was standing in front of Song Chang, and before she could even call out "Auntie," she was slapped hard and knocked to the ground.

It hurts.

Her mouth tasted of blood, and her face had been swollen for several days.

Watching from the side, Song's mother couldn't help but interject, "Suyin, the child is still young."

"She's young, but are you young too?" Hua Suyin's expression was icy cold. "If your actions cause problems, can you take responsibility?"

"It's not safe here anymore, you should move. Don't stay in Jingjin City, go to Ancheng."

"But..." Mrs. Song was surprised. Moving to such a far place was not just a matter of moving house, but also involved the Song family's businesses. Even if they were not as good as theirs, they were still a huge undertaking.

Hua Suyin didn't care about that; she only pointed at Song Chang, "You came to the Song family not for your looks, you're not qualified. You're Xingzhi's stand-in; if he's in danger, you have to shield him, understand?"

"Lock her in her room and starve her for a few days to teach her a lesson."

Song Chang went hungry for two days, but she wasn't really starving because her older brother would slip her pork jerky through the crack in the door.

She was worried about her younger brother, so she asked her older brother how he was doing.

She then realized that the young man's arm was not injured by abrasions, but by shrapnel.

Song Chang recalled how the delivery guy had held her and pinned her under the seat when the glass shattered.

After that, Song Chang never dared to wear skirts again, she got her hair done properly, she also practiced Taekwondo, and she could carry photography equipment with ease.

But from that time on, the guy no longer had a buzz cut; he grew his hair a bit longer.

She followed suit and grew her hair a little longer.

Until he suddenly grew taller when he was sixteen, reaching a height she could no longer reach.

That year, she had to stand on the steps to look him in the eye. He smiled and tossed her a bunch of bags, which contained various dresses and wigs.

He said, "Changchang, grow your hair long."

But she's gotten used to short hair and doesn't like long hair anymore.

If they could be inseparable for life, she could choose not to wear skirts and never wear them for the rest of her life.

Song Chang turned her eyes away, gazing out the car window where her reflection was mirrored in the tinted glass.

Her hair had grown to her shoulders, and she wore a sexy dress, no longer looking like a tomboy.

The distance between the two of them was an insurmountable chasm, but she insisted on breaking the balance, thinking that she could still escape unscathed.

In her youthful days, he was the closest person to her, and she wanted to share everything with him.

But he didn't want to.

She got carried away and insisted on giving herself to him.

She was very enthusiastic and enjoyed it immensely.

Song Chang suddenly covered half of his face.

The period when she acted recklessly was her favorite time.

She has never regretted it to this day, but that doesn't mean they should continue their entanglement.

The car stopped in front of an unfamiliar housing development. Song Xingzhi got out and opened the passenger door. "Get out."

"Where is this?"

"Can't you read it?"

Song Chang raised an eyebrow, didn't move, but just turned her head to look at him, "You want to sleep with me? One last time to give you your fill?"

Fire ignited in Song Xingzhi's eyes. He reached out and pulled her down, pinning her against the car body. His hand moved upwards from the slit in her skirt. "Satisfied?"

He chuckled softly, "Whether I'm satisfied or not is up to me. You'll have to stay with me until I'm satisfied."

He hooked his finger under her chin, his lips brushing against hers. "Song Chang, you can't do this. You think you can just run away after seducing me? You used so many tricks to get into my bed, and now you want to run? It's too late."

Song Chang frowned and looked at him. "Brother, I just think it's better to keep the good stuff in the family. This is my first time, so you're not at a loss. But I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket. I should try different men too."

Song Xingzhi's forehead bulged, veins popping out. His eyes were cold, but a smile played on his lips. "Want to try a new position, or a new location?"

"..."

Song Chang was silent for a long while before saying, "I want to try out a newcomer... Ah!"

He suddenly hoisted her up and hoisted her onto his shoulder. Song Chang was upside down, her face flushed and bloodshot. Her skirt was so short, and she struggled, "Song Xingzhi, put me down!"

The man reached out and slapped her on the buttocks. "Behave yourself."

Song Chang was filled with shame and indignation. "Song Xingzhi!"

She no longer called him "little brother," but she called him by his name with great ease, grinding her teeth and uttering each word slowly.

He actually found it quite enjoyable to listen to.

The fear of being upside down made Song Chang grab his shirt on the shoulder with one hand, straighten her back and try to get up, but she couldn't, so she swayed down and bumped her face into his back.

A bright red lipstick mark was left on the back of the man's shirt.

It wasn't late, and even though the neighborhood was well-hidden, people occasionally darted out and frequently glanced at them.

Song Chang was utterly humiliated. She grabbed his belt from behind, pulling his shirt out and slipping her fingers through the gap in the belt.

Song Xingzhi had reason to believe that if she could get in front of him, she could easily remove the belt buckle.

The woman's hot fingers pressed against his lower back.

Song Xingzhi's body tensed, his muscles hardening as he resisted her subtle movements.

"Song Chang! Don't provoke a fire."

He warned her.

"Put me down." Song Chang struggled; this position was too awkward and uncomfortable, and blood rushed to her head.

She was already being very lenient by not pinching his butt directly.

Song Xingzhi ignored her, but as she pulled open the waistband of her underwear with her fingers, his hands, which were controlling her legs, suddenly moved upwards.

Her bodycon skirt was wrapped around his palm.

Song Chang screamed, "Song Xingzhi! We're outside!"

"You know we're outside!" Song Xingzhi sneered. "Take your hand out."

She obeyed and took it out.

But he didn't.

Song Chang pinched his butt hard as if venting her anger.

Hey!

Song Xingzhi cursed under his breath, a barely audible groan escaping from his throat, a burning pain that gripped his entire body.

Passing through the elevator lobby in front, you'll find a row of villas nestled amidst green hills and clear waters.

The door automatically recognized the man's face and opened.

Song Xingzhi threw her onto the sofa. As soon as Song Chang landed, she tried to run away, but he grabbed her ankle and lifted her up. It was as if he had her held by seven-tenths of her body, and her upper body sank into the sofa, unable to get up.

"Let me go!" Song Chang kicked and struggled forcefully.

He took off her shoes and threw them aside. She kicked his shoulder hard, but he grabbed her ankle and held her down so she couldn't move.

Song Xingzhi looked over, but his eyes suddenly darkened.

With this posture, she exposed herself completely.

The man leaned down, looking at her flushed face and the way she struggled and rolled around. "What, want to play the forced role?"

His voice was neither cold nor indifferent, but tinged with sarcasm.

Song Chang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, "Am I crazy? Who wants to play this forced role?"

Song Xingzhi looked at her, his fingers hooking around the black choker around her neck. "You look pretty good wearing a dog collar."

Song Chang was so angry she almost lost her mind. "Does your dog wear this kind of thing?"

"Isn't this with me?" he replied smoothly.

"..." Damn it! I'll curse her out!

"Song Xingzhi, if I'm a dog, what are you? You wouldn't do *that* with a dog." At least they're the same kind. Insulting her is also insulting himself.

"I am a human being." He took off her choker, held it above her head, and tied her hands up.

He looked down at her and said, "What's the point of dating someone? I want to try something different. I've tasted shameless little vixens, but I don't know what it's like to be a wild beast."

Song Chang, "..." is a pervert!

He leaned down, and their eyes met. The intense, suppressed look in the man's eyes sent a shiver down Song Chang's spine.

"Changchang, are you going to block all my messages and never see me again?"

"Women only have those things. I have what Qin Mingyue has, and other women have too." Song Chang pursed her lips, her body trembling slightly under his fingertips, oblivious to the danger. "Could it be that Qin Mingyue hasn't let you... these past few days?"

Song Chang suddenly fell silent. She bit her lip lightly, her eyes gleaming with undisguised brilliance as she glared at him.

"Is it the same?" Song Xingzhi kissed her lips, his gaze drifting downwards. "I haven't seen this part of Miss Qin's body."

Next, continue.

"I've never seen this place before."

I don't know if she's the same as you.

Song Chang's mind went blank for a moment. She clenched her fingers tightly together, and a glimpse of alluring scenery appeared at the tip of her slightly raised neck.

After she turned twelve, she no longer had to be inseparable from him, and they didn't need to go to school together. Their lives diverged, and she gradually lost touch with him.

She knew she had been sent to the Song family to be his substitute; she could get hurt, but he couldn't.

When I was twelve years old.

She was almost killed.

Because she wasn't the person those people wanted to capture, there was no way to use her life to coerce the Song family of Jingjin into backing down.

She was locked underground, in complete darkness. As water flooded her nostrils, she thought, "If one of us has to go, then I'll go."

At least the guy is safe.

She later lost consciousness and woke up in the hospital.

My parents and older brother are all here.

The delivery guy wasn't there.

Song Chang had not seen Song Xingzhi for about two years.

He returned to the Song family in Jingjin.

Song Chang didn't know what had happened, and her family wouldn't tell her either.

Her older brother told her that his parents missed him and wanted him to go back and stay for a while.

Two years passed in a short period, and they couldn't even see each other.

There was no news.

Even when he was away, she still kept her hair very short, didn't wear skirts, and was like a tomboy.

When they met again, she was fourteen and he was sixteen.

He was much taller and stronger than her, and darker-skinned. He bought her a bunch of dresses and wigs and told her to grow her hair long.

Song Chang knew that they no longer needed her.

But he came back.

Although she wasn't home much during her studies, she could still visit her whenever she wanted.

When she visited him during his university years, she saw a girl take the opportunity to steal a kiss from him while handing him something.

Although he had shaken her off, Song Chang felt a sense of unease.

uncomfortable.

In the dead of night, she dreamt of him kissing her.

She woke up in fright that day, and her heart was pounding wildly, as if it was going to jump out of her chest.

But if the feelings are growing wildly in her heart and she can't suppress them, don't ask her what she likes.

She liked that he tied a small braid at the back of her head to make her hair grow longer.

When she went out, an older woman commented on how pretty she was. She walked half a block with a dark expression, but Song Chang eventually dragged her into a hair salon, where they both got a not-too-short, but still very stylish haircut.

This hairstyle is suitable for both him and her.

I liked it when he frowned and said in a serious tone, "What kind of clothes are you wearing? Your chest is too big and your skirt is too short."

But now he's taken all her clothes off, so there's nothing left to cover her up.

……

Xu Qingcheng couldn't find Song Chang and was about to call her when Fu Jingting took the phone and hung up.

"Song Xingzhi is not here."

Xu Qingcheng said "Oh," indicating that she understood.

Yu Shinan and Gu Feibai, as the most thoroughly used servants, shouted that they wanted to make a ruckus in the wedding night in advance.

"What's all this commotion about!"

Fu Jingting stood in front of Xu Qingcheng, saying, "It's inconvenient for her."

"What do you mean it's inconvenient? We don't care about your convenience during the wedding night festivities!" Gu Feibai shouted.

Xu Qingcheng hid behind Fu Jingting, afraid that things would really get out of hand.

His proposal was quite a grand affair, with almost all of his close friends in attendance.

Tang Jinchao leaned against the bar and looked over. Hearing Fu Jingting's words, she narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you pregnant again?"

Yu Shinan added, "Damn, he already has a daughter, a few years before us."

Fu Jingting, true to form, dropped a bombshell: "Yes, twins. Due date is in October."

Tang Jinchao, "..."

Yu Shinan, "Double?"

Gu Feibai, "Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Fu Jingting, "Can't you fucking use a different word to express your exclamation?!"

Xiao Bai gave a thumbs-up, "Bro, you're awesome!"

He glanced at Xu Qingcheng again, "The land is good, anything can grow!"

Xu Qingcheng's face flushed red.

Fu Jingting kicked him, "Can't you speak properly?"