He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning tidied up the clothes and books in her suitcase, and put away the small ornaments in the room. Looking at the newly renovated and cozy princess room, she stretched contentedly.

After fussing around for a while, she dusted off her hands, opened the door, and went downstairs, intending to go to the living room to talk to her mother.

The downstairs living room is spacious and bright, with a light gray fabric sofa paired with an exquisite coffee table. Fu Xulan is sitting on the sofa, slowly brewing a pot of tea. The aroma of tea is wafting through the air, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

"Mom, I'm all packed." Sang Jiuning stepped onto the soft carpet, quickly walked over to Fu Xulan, sat down next to her, and affectionately took her arm.

Fu Xulan smiled and poured her a cup of warm fruit tea, gently patting the back of her hand with her fingertips: "Are you tired? Have some tea and rest. This tea isn't bitter, it's sweet, you'll definitely like it."

Sang Jiuning picked up her teacup and took a sip. The sweet aroma of the tea spread across her tongue, and all her fatigue disappeared.

The mother and daughter snuggled together, chatting about the little things in life, from funny stories at school to their future. Their voices were gentle, and the atmosphere was extremely pleasant. Sang Jiuning thought to herself that such peaceful and warm days were what she had longed for most in her past life.

Just as the two were having a pleasant conversation, a deep car engine sound suddenly came from outside the villa. The sound grew louder as it approached, steady and powerful, and finally came to a steady stop in front of the villa.

Butler Uncle De, who had been waiting in the entrance hall, immediately stepped forward with light, quick steps upon hearing the noise. He opened the heavy solid wood door of the villa and bowed respectfully, saying, "Young Master, you're back."

Sang Jiuning subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and instantly bumped into a tall and imposing figure.

The man was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure was sleek and upright. He wore a simple white shirt with black trousers, which made his figure look even more slender. His black leather shoes made a steady sound as they stepped on the ground.

With deep-set, defined eyes and a cold, aloof demeanor, he exudes an aura of unapproachability—this is Fu Yanchen.

Fu Yanchen strode into the living room, his gaze sweeping lightly over the room. Without any further formalities, he walked straight to the sofa opposite Sang Jiuning and sat down, his posture languid yet exuding an air of pressure.

Seeing this, Wang Ma quickly and deftly brought over a cup of freshly brewed hot tea and gently placed it on the tea table in front of Fu Yanchen. Her movements were skillful and perceptive, and she remained silent throughout the entire process.

There was a moment of silence in the living room before Fu Yanchen spoke first, his voice low and cool, yet without a trace of impatience: "Auntie, Ningning, are you satisfied with the room?"

Fu Xulan quickly responded with a smile, her tone full of satisfaction: "Achen, thank you for your thoughtful arrangements. The room is excellent, and Ningning and I are very satisfied."

Sang Jiuning sat to the side. Wang Ma had specifically mentioned before that this villa and her princess room were all arranged by Fu Yanchen.

She looked up at Fu Yanchen across from her. The man in front of her had a powerful aura and looked extremely serious. She felt a little reserved. Although she knew that the two were cousins, it was their first time meeting in person. The word "cousin" circled on her tongue several times, but she still couldn't bring herself to say it directly.

She tugged at the hem of her clothes, nodded obediently, and replied politely and sweetly, "I like the room's style; it's very comfortable. Thank you."

Hearing her awkward thanks, Fu Yanchen looked up at her, a faint smile flashing in his deep eyes. His tone remained calm, but carried a deliberate air of closeness: "Ningning hasn't called me 'brother' even once. We're the closest family, no need to be so formal."

Upon hearing this, Sang Jiuning's cheeks instantly flushed slightly, and she felt embarrassed.

She knew she was being too reserved; after all, he was her blood cousin, and it wasn't good to remain so distant.

The word "brother" was too intimate for her to say, but calling him "cousin" was perfectly natural.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and spoke softly and gently, with a hint of shyness: "Cousin."

The sound was soft and faint, yet it clearly echoed in the living room.

Fu Yanchen responded with a faint "hmm," a low "hmm" escaping from his throat. His face remained expressionless, still looking aloof and noble, as if his earlier advice had been just a casual remark.

The next second, he picked up the phone beside him, his slender fingers tapping the screen a few times casually, his movements swift and decisive.

Immediately afterwards, Sang Jiuning's phone, which was on the sofa, rang with a "whoosh," indicating a WeChat transfer notification.

"It's pocket money for my sister." Fu Yanchen put down his phone, his tone indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

Full of doubt, Sang Jiuning picked up her phone and opened WeChat. When she saw the transfer amount, she was completely stunned. Her eyes widened instantly, and a huge wave of emotions surged within her.

On the screen, a series of numbers appeared. She subconsciously counted the zeros at the end: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions... It was a whole million!

She had never seen so much pocket money in her life. She was both surprised and delighted, her mind went blank, and she screamed in her heart: What kind of super rich cousin is this! He spoils me too much!

In her excitement, without thinking, she blurted out, her voice filled with surprise and admiration, "He really is my brother!"

As soon as she said those words, Sang Jiuning was stunned. Her cheeks flushed red, and she wished she could disappear into the ground. She was filled with regret: Oh no, oh no, why did I say that in a moment of impulse? I was so out of line!

Fu Yanchen, who had been aloof, couldn't help but smile slightly upon hearing her straightforward and endearing exclamation. His cold and aloof demeanor softened, and his aloofness dissipated considerably.

He looked at Sang Jiuning, whose face was flushed and who was at a loss, and said in a tone that was both deliberately coaxing and undeniably doting: "From now on, call me brother, and I will give you this amount of pocket money every month."

A million in pocket money, and still every month!

Sang Jiuning's eyes lit up. Her shyness from before was instantly replaced by overwhelming joy. The temptation of money was simply too great!

She immediately sat up straight, her back ramrod straight, her previous restraint and shyness completely gone. She respectfully and sweetly called out, "Thank you, brother!"