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

"Yangyang, what are you hiding for?"

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

The deep voice, as if containing grit, resonated deeply, causing Ruan Yang's sensitive ears to tremble.

She sank into the leather sofa, and Jiang Yanci's kisses followed, like a violent storm, leaving her nowhere to hide, her whole body soaked.

Ruan Yang wondered if she was dreaming.

Otherwise, how can we explain everything that's happening before our eyes?

It's not a dream.

All senses are too sharp.

The remains of the crystal chandelier are still on the floor, untouched, and the dim floor lamp is the only light source in the entire room.

No.

There's also an open terrace.

The doors to the terrace and lounge were open, and the curtains were not drawn; the sounds of a banquet could be faintly heard by the pool.

Soft, cool light spread throughout the room, shimmering on the water. Tears welled up in Ruan Yang's eyes, making it impossible to tell whether they were on the water or somewhere else.

"No... I didn't want to..." Ruan Yang explained, sobbing.

Jiang Yanci did not give her a chance to clarify.

Since it's wrong, let's just keep making it wrong.

After realizing his feelings for Ruan Yang, he lived in hell every day.

Unable to offer his blessings to his younger brother and Ruan Yang in a calm and peaceful manner, he left under the pretext of exploring the European market.

Four years later, it was thought that he could step back to his position as the older brother and return to China to attend Ruan Yang's wedding.

But when he saw those moist eyes again...

He knew it.

The fire in his heart was still burning.

Now, the fire of sin burns throughout hell, and the moral law has become a burning banner, turning into uncontrollable smoke.

The hell that imprisoned him shook because of Ruan Yang.

The evil spirit that managed to escape bit her tender neck, wanting nothing more than to tear her apart and devour her.

Evil spirits are wicked.

He was the one consumed by sin, yet he insisted on pinning the blame on his sister.

Jiang Yanci leaned down, caressing her soft ear, his gaze fixed on every trembling hint of her youthful innocence, deliberately lowering his voice: "Didn't you drug me?"

Ruan Yang's pupils contracted sharply: "I didn't, uh—"

Her explanation was swallowed between his lips and teeth, and the kiss left her breathless and her words incoherent.

Her hand was enveloped by his large hand, and without her saying a word, it was moved to who-knows-where.

In the dim light, a deep, guttural voice echoed, "No drugs? Then what's going on here?"

Ruan Yang froze.

Even the most clueless person knows that it's an abyss they can't touch.

Her voice trembled uncontrollably: "I...I don't know..."

She clearly threw the medicine away.

The video was clearly generated using Doubao (a Chinese video sharing platform).

Why did my older brother still get infected...?

A thought popped into my mind—

Could it be that Nguyen Minh Chu was worried about her and secretly mixed something else into that glass of champagne when she wasn't looking?

Yes, that must be it!

Ruan Yang's nose stung with tears, and a wave of grievance washed over her.

What to do? She really, really can't explain it.

"I didn't... Brother, you can check the security footage!"

"Soliciting excuses." Jiang Yanci's eyebrows twitched slightly.

His rough thumb teased her lips, which opened and closed, moistened and rosy from the kisses. Tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look as pitiful as a flower soaked by rain in this decadent night.

He said in a low voice, "Nguyen Minh Chau showed me the video."

Ruan Yang's heart skipped a beat. "That's fake—"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yanci lowered his head and kissed him again.

He was an incurable drug addict.

I just want to immerse myself in the sweet fragrance of gardenias.

On the sofa, a muscular arm with prominent veins wrapped around a slender waist, while the other hand supported a delicate chin.

Jiang Yanci's voice was dangerous, "Yangyang, whether you did it intentionally or unintentionally, you sowed the seeds of this, and you should take responsibility."

Ruan Yang's lips trembled. "I... can help my brother find someone else."

"Find someone else?"

The little girl actually told him to find someone else?

Jiang Yanci laughed instead of getting angry, pinching her chin. "Yangyang wants everyone in Beijing and Hong Kong to know that my brother's ex-girlfriend drugged me? Hmm?"

Ruan Yang's face flushed red.

No...she didn't...

"Mmm..." She was forced to tilt her head back, and Jiang Yanci's lips and teeth greedily plundered her, his eyes like an invader, lingering on her beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

A blush rose to her fair cheeks, tears clung to her eyelashes, and her body writhed beneath his palm.

So beautiful.

"Brother, elder brother, Jiang Yanci—"

The little girl tried to call his name to awaken his senses.

Little did she know that the sound of his name escaping from her sobbing lips was a reward for him.

The baby's voice is so sweet.

He was a natural at it, using his long, slender fingers to untie the ribbons around her waist.

With a gentle tug on the bow, the silk satin spilled out, and the expensive, luxurious gown instantly became crumpled and piled on her body, like a crushed flower.

"Can't……"

Ruan Yang felt weak all over from the kiss, and the cold air made her shiver. She struggled with all her might.

However, the two were vastly different in strength.

She couldn't escape; she could only be controlled by those large hands, forced to extinguish the fire she had brought with her own hands.

The air was scorching hot.

"Buzzing—"

Jiang Yanci's phone vibrated on the crystal coffee table.

The light from the screen cleaved through the darkness of the night, and Ruan Yang caught a glimpse of the incoming call display on her phone.

— Huo Shen.

Ruan Yang thought she was saved, and she said anxiously, "...Brother Huo must have something urgent to tell you, brother, please answer the phone."

Brother Huo.

It sounds so natural.

Jiang Yanci's voice was unreadable, "Yangyang wants me to answer the phone?"

"……right."

"it is good."

He stretched out his long arm, his suit was impeccably tailored and perfectly in place.

Ruan Yang, however, clutched her disheveled dress and trembled as she tried to slide off the sofa.

But her ankle was grabbed by a large hand, and she staggered half a step from the sudden force, then was pulled back onto his knee.

The call was connected.

Huo Shen's voice came through the speaker.

"Yan Ci, where are you? Weren't you supposed to announce something about Xi?"

Jiang Yanci caressed the soft flesh on the inside of Ruan Yang's wrist, as smooth and tender as silk.

It's so irresistible.

Yes, he was originally going to announce that he would recognize Ruan Yang as his younger sister.

But now he has changed his mind.

He said, "No."

The little girl on my lap was trying to run away; she was really naughty.

Jiang Yanci leaned down and kissed her.

Ruan Yang trembled, feeling as if an electric current was running through her body in places she had never been kissed before.

She nearly collapsed, letting out a gasp of surprise.

"Keep your voice down." Jiang Yanci lifted his eyes, supporting her waist. His thick eyebrows and eyes were tinged with a blush, like a seductive ghost on a spring night. "Do you want Huo Shen to hear you?"

Ruan Yang trembled.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, trying her best not to make a sound.

The call ended at some point.

Jiang Yanci looked at the little girl in his arms again. Her makeup was all messed up from crying, but she was still beautiful. Her eyes were reddish-brown, and she looked even more charming than usual.

What was actually in that glass of champagne is no longer important.

If he says it exists, then it exists.

He leaned down, removed the little girl's hand that was tightly covering her mouth, and kissed her even deeper.

Ruan Yang's eyes were glazed over, and she was covered in sweat from Jiang Yanci's ministrations.

She was unaware that she had been wronged by her most trusted older brother, and even in her heart, she was trying to excuse his terrible behavior that day:

My brother was just under the influence of drugs.

Otherwise, how could someone as upright and virtuous as him do such a thing...?

He must have been unwilling too.

Thinking of this, Ruan Yang raised her teary eyes and bit Jiang Yanci's lip, hoping that the pain would bring her older brother back to his senses for a moment.

The metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth.

Jiang Yanci didn't care, and even hugged the girl in his arms more tightly, kissing her even deeper.

Fireworks streaked across the night sky.

Those were the fireworks that Huo Shen originally intended to use to confess his feelings.

The dappled sunlight then shone on the people kissing on the second floor.

On the first floor, guests were raising their glasses to wish Huo Shen a happy birthday.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in the retro-styled, gilded lounge on the second floor of the manor, Ruan Yang, her face flushed and her soft white dress hanging loosely on her body, was being kissed inch by inch by the usually calm and composed head of the Jiang family.

The wind after the rain, carrying the sweet scent of gardenias and green grass, drifted damply through the window.

The nights in Beijing and Hong Kong are humid, hot, and sticky.

Jiang Yanci knew, however, that he could never turn back.