The younger sister pretends to be hypnotized, and her older brother gets addicted.

Ruan Yang's heart clenched.

This hypnosis session came very suddenly.

Without hesitation, she opened WeChat.

I immediately spotted the profile picture she had pinned to the top of her chat list for many years.

Jiang Zhuo has the same name as him.

Scorching hot, intense.

Thinking about it carefully, her memories with him weren't entirely bad.

When Ruan Yang was bullied at school, Jiang Zhuo would ride his bicycle in front of the group of blond-haired thugs, his clothes fluttering and his eyes full of arrogance.

"You dare touch my sister? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

There was also the sports meet in her second year of high school, when Ruan Yang was forced to sign up for the 1500-meter race. She sprained her ankle halfway through, and Jiang Zhuo was the first to climb over the railing of the podium and carry her to the infirmary.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and some people were even making a ruckus.

"Brother Zhuo, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Isn't she my younger sister?"

On the green field, the boy, with a smug look on his face, laughed and cursed, "Get lost!"

For a moment, Ruan Yang felt like the female lead in an idol drama.

She thought this was what liking someone meant.

So on the day she turned 18, her wish was to be Jiang Zhuo's girlfriend.

Ruan Yang's thumb hovered above "Delete Contact," paused for a second, and finally pressed it.

In the blink of an eye, seven years of chat history, photos, and voice messages were all gone.

My eyes are sore again.

She bit her lip, forcing back her tears.

Jiang Yanci gently ruffled her hair, his movements as tender as if soothing a kitten.

"Yangyang, you're awake."

Upon hearing these four words, Ruan Yang pretended to wake up, her eyes revealing just the right amount of bewilderment.

Jiang Yanci said, "I'll stretch your legs with you today."

Ruan Yang shook her head, "No—"

But Jiang Yanci didn't give her a chance to refuse.

The video conference call started, and he opened the meeting with one hand while using the other to support her arm and lift her up from the floor.

His voice rang in her ears, "But your brother has a video conference, so Yangyang, please don't make a sound for a while."

The aura of someone who has long held a high position feels somewhat unfamiliar.

She nodded hesitantly.

As soon as I entered the meeting room, a familiar voice came from the speakers.

"Brother, why isn't the camera on?"

It's Jiang Zhuo.

Jiang Zhuo is a shareholder of the company and occasionally attends work meetings.

However, he was a free spirit and disliked the family business, so he accepted an invitation from a foreign F1 team as soon as he graduated and spent many years racing abroad.

Madam Jiang's only wish for Jiang Zhuo was that he could be safe and happy.

A strange feeling arose in Ruan Yang's heart.

Jiang Zhuo is like the wind, unrestrained, pursuing what she loves.

But Jiang Yanci...

No one ever asked him if he was happy.

Just then, Jiang Yanci's voice fell, "It's inconvenient."

Jiang Zhuo responded with an "Oh".

Everyone in the company knows that President Jiang left as soon as he got off work today, as if he had something urgent to attend to, and specially changed the offline meeting to online.

Nobody seemed to mind; online meetings were more relaxed.

But a woman's voice clearly carried dissatisfaction.

"President Jiang, everyone else has their cameras on except you. Isn't that inappropriate?"

"If Ms. Xia has any objections, she may leave the meeting."

"Can't you say something nice to appease me? I'm the partner in this project."

"Talk is cheap; data speaks louder than words."

"..." The other person choked.

Ruan Yang was also taken aback.

She rarely saw her brother at work, and she never expected it to be so different from his usual self.

Just as she was thinking this, Ruan Yang suddenly felt a heat near her ear.

Jiang Yanci leaned down and asked her in a low voice, "Yangyang, what position would you like to use today?"

"Let's do a split."

Jiang Yanci hummed in agreement, then hooked his long leg over and pulled the two piano stools over.

Ruan Yang put her legs up one in front of the other, leaving her body suspended in the air.

This flexibility exercise is very painful, it's like a devilish version of the splits, a nightmare for all dance students.

Even Ruan Yang, who has decent flexibility, was most afraid of being scolded like that by her flexibility teacher when she was in school.

But this is only the beginning; it's not the end of the story.

Jiang Yanci straddled her long legs and sat on her lap behind her.

Ruan Yang's face turned pale.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Yanci asked softly. "Then be gentle, brother."

"No, it's just right..."

Compared to the teachers at school, Jiang Yanci was already considered gentle.

gentle.

If the Jiang family heard her description, they would be utterly astonished.

Since Jiang Zemin launched his internal anti-corruption campaign, several mid- to high-ranking officials, relying on their resources and connections, thought they had a secure position.

Little did they know that Jiang Yanci was a madman.

To cut away flesh and remove bones, one cannot build something without breaking it down.

A group of people who were smug just a moment ago were sent to prison by Jiang Yanci, whom they called "inexperienced".

Behind bars, tears streaming down their faces, they still don't know how Jiang Yanci found those hidden data and lists, many of which contained the crimes they themselves confessed to.

It's simply unbelievable.

"Manager Wu," Jiang Yanci spoke up, "you said that using pure laser radar for full-field positioning can guarantee a closed-loop error of five centimeters?"

Ruan Yang was completely confused.

I recognize each word individually, but when they're put together, I can't understand them at all.

My brother is amazing.

I have to look at so many reports and manage so many people every day.

Just listening to those data made her feel dizzy.

Time passed second by second.

Ruan Yang remained suspended in mid-air, with the weight of an adult man pressing down between her hips and legs.

The ligaments in both legs were sore and numb, and even my toes were trembling.

"elder brother……"

She couldn't help but turn around, her voice so soft it didn't sound like her own.

"Is that okay?"

Jiang Yanci lifted his thin eyelids, glanced at the clock on the wall, and shook his head.

"It's only been ten minutes, there's still plenty of time."

Ruan Yang bit her lip and continued to simmer.

The same thing happened the year she took the art college entrance exam; she had Jiang Yanci practice with her. Every time she practiced too hard, she would cry and beg him to go easy on her, but he would continue to exert force while saying in a cold voice, "The time isn't up yet."

Extremely strict.

Only when the time comes will he coax her and give her a massage.

Ruan Yang dared not cry and make a fuss like before, and could only grit her teeth and endure it.

"Buzzing—"

My phone alarm suddenly went off.

The phone was placed on the piano bench in front of me, and a notification popped up on the screen:

The show you've been following, [188 Pure Male], has started airing.

Fearing it would disrupt Jiang Yanci's meeting, Ruan Yang reached out and turned off the alarm.

The screen lit up again the next second.

[188 Pure Male]: Sister, why didn't you watch my live stream?