Fake Brother, Real Husband: With Big Brother Behind Me, I’ll Get My Revenge

[Sweet romance, devoted couple, flirtation and push-pull, face-slapping revenge, male lead falls for her on his own] Pretty, charming, fake innocent little flower × cold-faced, softhearted CEO Overnight, she transmigrated into a wealthy family as a cannon-fodder fake heiress. She seduced her cousin, insulted her stepmother, framed the real heiress, pushed her younger brother down the stairs, led a scandalous private life, and finally died by driving herself into the sea while trying to run over the real heiress. The fake heiress was wicked and stupid, hated by everyone; the real heiress was kind and resilient, adored by all. Starting from the worst possible situation, Yun Lu saw nothing but darkness. *After absorbing the memories, she realized: what a timid little cabbage, forcibly packaged as an evil scheming bitch. The original was the biggest sucker among fake heiresses. Her aunt beat her, her cousins bullied her, her stepmother used her as a stepping stone, and the heroine treated her like an NPC to level up against. Yun Lu, who had transmigrated into her, declared: Everybody get down and stay there! Don't worry, none of you are getting away. Being a fake heiress is great. It's absolutely wonderful. The CEO big brother is a feast for the eyes. Come on, give me a little finger and let's go. Watching him struggle with the truth of her identity, Yun Lu rubbed her forehead in guilt. I'm a little wicked, but he's just so cute. *Lu Li considered himself a cold, aloof CEO, but around her he kept inexplicably ruining his own image. His first impression of her: pretty and well-behaved. Later: a fragile little thing who subtly turns her stepmother against her, a little actress who knows how to put on a show. Later still, even though he knows she always puts on an act, he keeps softening toward her, making exception after exception and straying further down the road to losing his cool. He even... started feeling something more. He thought she was suffering just like him. As it turned out, he was the only clown. So be it. She has me in her heart, or why would she risk exposing her identity to get close to me? If I can love her openly, what more could I ask for?