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

"+852 6***8888: Honey? We broke up less than a week ago."

"+852 6***8888: He likes you? Does someone liking you mean they spend money on you? You're utterly cheap."

"+852 6***8888: How much did he spend on you? Was it more than half of what I spent? In terms of amount, shouldn't I have paid first?"

"+852 6***8888: We only broke up a few days ago and you've already found someone else. Actually, you were talking to him while we were dating, no wonder the breakup was so decisive. You could have told me the truth, I don't care."

"+852 6***8888: But you trash can only find these penniless idiots who just fawn over you to take your place."

A few iMessage notifications rang, making Yu Lian frown. She thought it was some spam text message and picked up her phone to turn on Do Not Disturb, but she paused when she saw the content.

When you open the text message page, the little bubble indicating that someone is typing moves on and off.

"+852 6***8888: Did your husband say he was going to come see you? Did he say he wanted to meet you?"

"+852 6***8888: What do you think is so appealing about you that would attract someone to become a mistress? What kind of good person would someone be who becomes a mistress?"

"+852 6***8888: I just want to *you, don't you understand?"

"+852 6***8888: Don't come crying to me when you're completely ruined."

Yu Lian scrolled up her chat history. This man had inexplicably asked her yesterday how she was doing and whether she had died as punishment.

  

She replied humbly and politely.

"Thank you for your concern~ My husband and I are very happy now, and I hope you can find your own happiness too ^o^"

He read the message instantly but didn't reply to Yu Lian. Yu Lian thought he had given up after being rejected, but who knew that he would start arguing again a day later.

Perhaps seeing that Yu Lian had read the message but hadn't received a reply, the man in traditional Chinese characters sent another message, still feeling resentful.

"+852 6***8888: Speak up. Does that mean you admit it? You cheated on me with him while we were together."

He said it didn't matter, but his mouth kept questioning.

Yu Lian raised an eyebrow and started typing.

"Why did it take you so long to reply to my message I sent you last night?"

It's a very coquettish phrase, a style and tone that Yu Lian often uses when she's in a flirtatious relationship, and she's never failed to pull it off over the years.

The other end responded almost instantly; the typing bubble would move and pause, and it took quite a while for them to send a message.

"+852 6***8888: Do you want me to reply?"

"+852 6***8888: It was so late, I thought I was disturbing you and your boyfriend."

"+852 6***8888: After all, we used to connect for a long time every night."

"+852 6***8888: Do you still need someone to keep you company at night? You probably haven't learned to sleep alone yet."

The man was rendered speechless by the harsh retort, his resentment so intense it was almost pungent. Yu Lian narrowed her eyes, her mood inexplicably improving.

Perhaps the words "ex-boyfriend" evoked too many feelings in her, or perhaps she simply had the flawed tendency to feel happy seeing others suffer.

I had a mischievous thought.

I sleep alone now.

"After we broke up, I slept alone every night, really."

Actually, I

Before he could finish a sentence, having only typed three words, Lu Jiefei knocked on the door from the outside.

"It's done."

Yu Lian casually sent the half-finished message, then rolled from the center of the bed to the edge, still clutching her phone.

Lying down was too comfortable for her to sit up for a while. Not hearing Lu Jiefei's footsteps as he left, she could only respond to him by speaking.

"What did you make? I'll go downstairs to eat in a bit."

"Wasabi shrimp balls and braised chicken wings, and I also made yam soup." Lu Jiefei seemed to have anticipated what she was going to ask, and replied almost as soon as she finished speaking.

The dishes were all her favorites, and there was nothing wrong with them. Yu Lian lay there pretending to be dead, her cheeks flattened on the bed, forcing her lips open a small slit, her voice muffled.

"I'll be down in a bit, I told you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Jiefei interrupted her.

Are you dressed?

"Huh?" Yu Lian didn't react for a moment. "You've already worn it? How come..."

He pressed down on the doorknob, opened the door and came in. He bent down and picked up Yu Lian's drooping wrist, his thumb just touching the hollow of her wrist bone. He subconsciously pressed down on it and said, "Get up, let's go eat."

Yu Lian shook her arm, trying to shake off his hand. She had taken off her cardigan when she returned to her room and was only wearing a tank top. The flabby upper arms from lack of exercise jiggled with her movements.

She was both angry and annoyed, her eyes wide open, her voice a mix of coquetry and something else: "I didn't say I wasn't going, don't pull me, let go!"

"Go now." Lu Jiefei said expressionlessly, pinching the plump, soft meat. It felt incredibly soft to the touch. He gently squeezed it a couple of times with restrained pressure. "Yu Lian, you always wait until the food gets cold before coming downstairs. Is cold food delicious?"

I feel a strange sense of guilt when my full name is called, which may be due to PTSD that I developed from being called out by teachers for sleeping in class during junior and senior high school.

Yu Lian swallowed hard, utterly bewildered as to how this man, whom she had only known for a little over a year, could understand her lifestyle so well.

The girl lay on her back on the bed, her long hair flowing like water. Lu Jiefei looked down at her. When she felt guilty, she would avoid eye contact. Her excessively long eyelashes drooped at the corners of her eyes, and the tips of her eyelashes trembled with her breath.

very cute.

He's just always missing meals; he's really being naughty.

Lu Jiefei loosened his grip on her arm, leaned down, and his breath suddenly came close to her cheek, making her feel a slight coolness.

Yu Lian subconsciously held her breath, her eyes widening in an instant, but the man didn't look at her expression. His free hand found her other wrist, his fingertips brushing against the soft flesh of her palm before he restrained himself and gripped her wrist bone.

"Get up." He pulled her up with both hands, and with little force, he lifted the girl, who was still trying to lean back and act like a child, a few centimeters off the mattress. His voice was cold and indifferent. "If you keep lying there, I don't mind carrying you off the mattress."

Yu Lian was about to struggle, but upon hearing the key words, she immediately became obedient and reluctantly straightened up with his strength.

She was truly carried by him.

It's completely devoid of any aesthetic appeal; it's like carrying a sack on your shoulder, with your hair falling loosely over your head. You could cosplay an unlucky guy in a horror escape game who's been caught and is about to be carried away for execution.

Seeing that she had stood up straight, Lu Jiefei let go. His expression showed no joy at successfully subduing her, as if her submission was the most normal thing in the world. He didn't make any unnecessary movements and turned to leave.

"Put on a jacket when you come downstairs; the air conditioning is colder than in your room."

Yu Lian silently cursed at his retreating figure, casually grabbed the thin jacket draped over the chair and put it on, then strolled downstairs with her phone in hand to wash her hands.

She loves playing with the slippery foam when washing her hands, squeezing out hand soap and rubbing for a long time. After washing her hands, she went to the restaurant and saw Lu Jiefei carrying two plates of food out of the kitchen.

He was extremely strict about the details of life; even if he was just going into the kitchen to serve a dish, he would put his apron back on.

The apron was made of stiff, plain black fabric, matching the color of the T-shirt underneath. The cut was simple with no particular design; a thick strap tied easily to narrow the waist. With a narrow waist, the shoulder width and arm circumference became particularly noticeable.

Yu Lian stared, her eyes wide, her steps faltering for a moment, before she casually walked over and sat down.

He picked up his chopsticks and poked at the rice he had served in his bowl.

"Is it getting a little hard?"

He was just making conversation because he felt guilty.

Lu Jiefei was placing the dishes in front of her with his head down. There were three dishes, with Yu Lian's favorite placed in the middle. He was adjusting them little by little with his fingers, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, so that they were directly facing Yu Lian's rice bowl.

Hearing her unfounded accusation, he merely twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't even look at her.

"Only toothless old people live off women."

He sat down directly opposite Yu Lian and pressed the rice with his chopsticks. As he expected, the rice was sticky and soft, sticking to the chopsticks.

So the voice was faint.

"They said it was hard before they even ate it."

Knowing that Yu Lian liked soft food, he never steamed rice with each grain separate again.



Aunt Yu's daughter is being raised too pampered.

After Yu Lian moved into the Lu family home, Lu Jiefei often thought this way.

With such a face, she was pampered and spoiled by everyone around her, completely unaware that they were harming her.

She had no idea who was truly good to her.

Yu Lian moved into the Lu family's apartment during her first winter break of college. The windows in the rented room were old, and cold drafts easily seeped in through the cracks. She had a weak constitution and caught a cold and fever within two days of the break starting; a week of medication didn't help.

Yu Sihui sighed as she listened to Yu Lian's cough, which showed no signs of healing after many days, and agreed to Lu Zehui's suggestion to move.

Although it was called moving, it wasn't really worth bringing all the things from the rented apartment to the Lu family home. Yu Lian dragged a small suitcase and, feeling dizzy, moved herself into the Lu family home.

Only two people lived in the Lu family home: Lu Jiefei and Lu Zehui.

Lu Zehui is an entrepreneur who hasn't retired yet, spending all his weekdays at the company. Lu Jiefei is four years older than Yu Lian and is pursuing a master's degree. He doesn't seem to have any intention of inheriting the family business; his university major is science, not business.

Science graduate students don't get holidays; he has to get up very early every day to go to school.

I don't know what he does at school. He doesn't come home until seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Sometimes Yu Lian asks him out of curiosity, and he just replies casually, "He's going to study for a master's degree."

Therefore, during the daytime, the Lu family was basically dominated by Yu Lian, which saved them from many awkward situations.

The mother had told the two men in the Lu family in advance about Yu Lian's lifestyle habits, which included having an irregular sleep schedule. She explained that they didn't need to call Yu Lian to eat with everyone until she was sure she was awake, as it would disturb her sleep.

The father and son, who looked somewhat alike, both frowned upon hearing this.

I agreed anyway.

Yu Lian is good at staying in the house like a rat, living in bed all day. When she wakes up, she plays on her phone; when she's sleepy, she sleeps; and when she's hungry, she orders takeout.

Living under the same roof as Lu Jiefei, apart from a brief meeting on the first day of check-in, we hadn't seen each other for several days.

The housekeeper isn't allowed in her room every day; most of the time, takeout trash is piled up at the door, waiting for the housekeeper to remove it.

Lu Jiefei cleaned up for her several times in order to see her takeout orders.

It sounds a bit strange, but he simply wanted to understand the new family member's taste preferences, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

A long takeout order was tucked between Lu Jiefei's fingers as he patiently read through it line by line, as focused as if he were reading academic literature.

Yu Lian only eats one or two meals a day, but she has several takeout junk items, including but not limited to milk tea, main meals, and small cakes.

I usually order two milk teas at a time, and there's a possibility they might offer a free drink if we combine them, but I always finish both.

Meals must include meat, and they don't seem to like seafood much, as it doesn't appear very frequently.

She prefers crepe cakes, the kind with several layers of toppings. She disdainfully pushes aside any berries like strawberries or blueberries that adorn the cake, throwing them out with the leftover cake.

Each takeout order brought Lu Jiefei a new understanding of the girl he had only met twice. As a child, Lu Jiefei loved playing with Lego bricks, enjoying the sense of accomplishment from assembling a complete set from the individual pieces.

Yu Lian's every quirk is like a building block.

She shut herself off in a world behind the door. But while she was oblivious, he drew ever closer to her.

not enough.

Lu Jiefei lowered his eyes, picked up some sticky rice with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, his calm gaze enveloping the girl across the table who was eating while looking at her phone. When she saw something amusing, her eyes would unconsciously crinkle into a smile.

The eyelashes droop down following the curve of the outer corner of the eye, which is very cute.

not enough.

Lu Jiefei thought.

He needs to know her well enough to make up for the brotherly role that has been missing in her life for so many years.