The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Lu Jiefei first met Yu Lian at his own home. The entrance hall of the Lu family home was very wide, and her shadow stretched out as a slender line behind her.

Yu Lian stayed behind her mother, following her step by step like a little tail, playing on her phone without ever looking up, isolating herself from everyone else.

In other words, Lu Jiefei was tall, and from above, one could easily see her half-drooping eyelashes and a light-colored mole on the side of her nose.

The light from the phone screen illuminated a small patch of her face, which looked tender and delicate. Lu Jiefei rubbed his fingertips together a few times before suppressing the urge to pinch her cheeks hard.

"Aunt Yu," he greeted her, walking over. The space in the entryway immediately felt cramped. "Dad's in the study upstairs; he has a last-minute video conference."

At this moment, Yu Lian looked up curiously and met his gaze.

When she's off guard, her eyes always widen a little unconsciously, her eyelashes curl upwards, and her pupils are larger than normal, giving her an innocent and clear look like a child.

It looks really stupid.

Lu Jiefei thought so.



The car stopped, and Lu Jiefei turned to look at her, tapping his index finger on the steering wheel: "You go in first, I'll go park the car."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Lian had already opened the car door, her plump thighs spreading out on the seat, shifting and rubbing restlessly, making a slight sound as they rubbed against the leather seat.

Lu Jiefei pursed his lips, said nothing, and watched as she walked briskly into the villa courtyard. Her skirt was too short, and a fresh red mark could be seen on the back of her thigh, which had just been rubbed against the chair.

It's dazzling.

  

Lu Jiefei stared at the now-deserted gate for a while, then lowered his eyes and touched the spot where she had just sat, feeling a slight dampness.

The car's air conditioning wasn't set too low, and the seats were leather, so the flesh was pressed together and it got stuffy and sweaty.

She subconsciously put her finger to her nose and smelled it. The shower gel at her dad's house wasn't the floral scent she usually used. It smelled like sweet peaches soaked in milk, so sweet it was almost cloying.

Lu Jiefei rubbed his fingertips together, his expression unchanged, and started the car to drive into the underground parking garage, completely unaware of how abnormal his behavior had been.

He should know everything about her, her favorite games, her expressions when she throws a tantrum, and even the scent of her favorite shower gel.

his sister.

Yu Lian entered the foyer without stopping and headed straight for the indoor elevator. Her room was on the third floor, and she didn't want to climb any stairs, indulging in the decadence of the bourgeoisie.

The slight inferiority complex and hidden resentment towards the rich that I had when I first came to the Lu family have completely disappeared. Now I feel as natural as if I have grown up in this house since I was a child.

So what if she became a rich second-generation overnight? She also lost her original family.



At the end of her 17th year, Yu Lian, who had just finished the college entrance examination, was told by her mother that she had already divorced her father and asked Yu Lian whether she wanted to live with her mother or her father in the future.

Yu Lian felt not even the slightest bit sad about her parents' divorce. Her expression went blank for a second before she immediately replied, "Of course, it's Mom."

The reason is simple: Yu Lian's father was unambitious and didn't earn much money. Moreover, he raised her with strict parenting style. The lock on Yu Lian's bedroom door was broken by him when Yu Lian was a child and locked herself in her room because of her growing sense of privacy.

The question of choosing between a father and a mother, which would trouble most children for a long time, was something Yu Lian hardly needed to think about.

After making her choice, Yu Lian and her mother moved out of the old neighborhood. Her mother couldn't afford a new house, so they rented a spacious but still old apartment. Actually, Yu Lian really liked living there; the apartment was over 100 square meters, much bigger than their previous home.

She likes big houses.

The summer after the college entrance exam was long. Yu Lian lay naked on her mother's newly laid cool mat, which was white, soft and long, and sticky with sweat.

Like an uncut mochi, if you turn over, you can see the crisscrossing red marks left by the cool mat on your shoulders, back, and thighs.

There was no air conditioning, so they could only hug a big fan and keep it blowing. The brother who was playing King of Glory with her kept asking why there was a wind noise. Yu Lian smiled and said it was a radiator.

At that time, Yu Lian was in the early stages of intellectual development, timid, and dared not engage in online dating or swindle money.

Afraid of shattering her online persona as a rich heiress, she posts close-up selfies on her WeChat Moments every day, revealing no signs of her dilapidated surroundings, accompanied by captions like "I don't want a lot of money, I want a lot of love," which she herself would spit out three times before posting, in an attempt to hook up with male fans.

One summer, because I didn't have much money to go out and have fun, I stayed cooped up in my rented bedroom, playing King of Glory during the day and Glory of Kings at night.

I didn't make any money or find love, but my rank remained consistently above 3 stars. When I opened my match history, I could find at least three different duo partners on the same page.

With only a month left in summer vacation, another turning point in Yu Lian's life arrived.

My mom said she has a boyfriend.

Before Yu Lian could react, a stack of red banknotes was stuffed into her hand. They looked like they had just been withdrawn from the bank, flattened, and had white binding strips on them.

Observing Yu Lian's expression, her mother said cautiously, "This is a gift from your uncle. He was afraid you wouldn't want to see him, so he asked me to give it to you first."

Yu Lian couldn't hear what she was saying anymore. Her fingers were tracing the raised watermark on the banknotes, and the smell of ink on the money made her dizzy, as if the sun and moon had dimmed, but she felt refreshed and happy.

Money!

This is money!

This was the first time Yu Lian had ever touched so much money.

"If you want to talk, then talk. What opinion could I possibly have?" She said this resolutely, her small face putting on a serious and mature expression, but in reality, her cheeks were already flushed and her eyes were sparkling, as if she couldn't wait to sneak back to her room to count her money.

After counting the money, my mother took me to the Lu family's house.

This was the first time Yu Lian had ever seen a private villa in her life. She was so stunned that she forgot to blink. Her first reaction was that the rich people who lived in the villa only gave a gift of 10,000 yuan.

Unlike the luxurious castles depicted in idol dramas, the Lu family villa is a refined detached house with a small courtyard. Located near the river, the wind carries dampness.

Yu Lian looked down at the vest dress she had bought on Taobao for a little over a hundred yuan. Her exposed arms were covered in goosebumps from the river breeze, making her look like a piece of pork that had been moved from the discount section to the premium section of a supermarket, looking completely out of place.

His already strong reluctance to see outsiders intensified, so he could only lower his head and pretend to play on his phone to hide his resentment towards the rich.

The villa's entrance hall was twice as spacious as Yu Lian's rented apartment's entrance hall. The wooden cabinets and wooden floors were probably solid wood, and they looked heavy, unlike those made with plastic.

Yu Lian had just paused for a moment, wondering whether she needed to change her shoes, when she heard an exceptionally pleasant yet extremely cold male voice above her, devoid of any feigned friendliness, filled with condescending scrutiny.

Yu Lian couldn't help but look up.

The man was ridiculously tall, blocking the light from the top of the entryway and casting a shadow.

He rarely looked down when he looked at people; his eyelashes were half-pressed down, and his eyes were dark and serene, devoid of light. His hair, eyelashes, and even the earring in his left ear were pure black, while the rest of his face was a large expanse of cold white.

The lips are very light in color, and there is a small mole under the right eye, close to the lower eyelid line, that can only be noticed upon close inspection.

It seems to be unconsciously enticing people to watch.

He was wearing a light gray knit sweater, a fitted style that made his pectoral muscles particularly noticeable. The V-neck revealed the collar of the striped shirt underneath, unbuttoned, showing a small patch of his collarbone.

With the sleeves rolled up to below the elbows, the muscles in the forearms were clearly defined, with several prominent blue veins.

A strong aura of male hormones pressed down.

If Yu Lian were a cat, her pupils would probably be bulging out.

Her mother turned to the side, patted Yu Lian's shoulder, and said in a voice that seemed to want Yu Lian to greet him obediently, "Little Lian, this is your brother."

brother.

Yu Lian opened her mouth, trying hard to suppress the countless inappropriate thoughts that had been stirred up in her mind by those two words. For a moment, she wondered if it was because she had wished for a biological older brother too many times when she was a child, and that wish had finally come true today.

Unfortunately, she couldn't call out.

I don't know if it was shame or something else, but those two words were stuck in my throat and I just couldn't get them out.

In Yu Lian's heart, the word "brother" is no different from "husband." She can easily send messages to her online crush by exchanging flirtatious messages, but she would never be able to say it to him face to face.

"No need." The man seemed to notice her embarrassment, or perhaps he disliked her calling him so intimately. His tone was indifferent as he spoke, making room in the entryway. "Just call me Lu Jiefei."



Lu Jiefei parked the car and entered the house. As expected, Yu Lian had already gone back to her room. Her shoes and socks, which she had just taken off, were scattered haphazardly on the floor in front of the shoe cabinet in the entryway. She was too lazy to even pick them up, and they were blatantly blocking the way in.

He paused, bent down, picked up the two shoes, and put them in the shoe cabinet. He held the socks in his hand, intending to take them to his room to wash them for her that evening.

The Lu family doesn't have live-in nannies, only hourly housekeepers. They have a washing machine specifically for washing underwear, but Lu Jiefei still prefers to wash by hand. When Yu Lian moved in, it was just one more person's laundry to do.

He had big hands, and Yu Lian's socks looked tiny in his hands. As he went upstairs, he glanced down at them to make sure there were no loose threads at the toe or inside that would hurt anyone.

Both of their rooms were on the third floor, but they weren't next to each other, one to the south and one to the north, separated by a small living room. Lu Jiefei knocked on her door first, but she didn't open it, so he stood at the door and spoke to her.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat, or I can just make something simple?"

Yu Lian was lying on the bed fiddling with her newly acquired Switch 2. When she heard the question, she didn't even look up, her voice unusually sweet: "Just do whatever you want."

The final syllable rises, as if it were followed by two tangent tildes.

You sound like you're in a good mood.

Lu Jiefei's lips twitched slightly as she turned and walked towards her room, first going to put away her socks.

He wouldn't get angry because of Yu Lian's laziness, rudeness, and self-righteous demands; this was the result of his deliberate indulgence.

That's how my brother was supposed to be.