The Puppy-Eyed Boy Pretends to Be Good: Sis, You Won’t Escape Tonight

My best friend moved abroad, and I was forced to take in her twenty-two-year-old campus heartthrob of a younger brother. I thought I’d gained a burden, but who knew he’d be just as capable hosting guests as he was in the kitchen, and would even blush as he called me “big sister.” My heart softened, and I spoiled him like a real little brother, until that banquet when he drank the spiked wine meant for me.

When we got home, the usually pure and innocent young man had red-rimmed eyes. His burning breath brushed my neck as he begged hoarsely, “Big sister, I feel awful. Help me…”

That night, things got out of hand, and I thought it was a one-time mistake. But he only took it further, clinging to me and acting cute by day, secretly working on his abs at night. Then I attended his graduation ceremony and saw the mysterious CEO onstage, hailed as the “new god of the tech world.” He had exactly the same face as my “good little brother” at home! He held every lifeline of my company in his hands, yet in front of the global media, he called out to me from afar: “Nuannuan, I’m yours, body and company alike. Consider them my bride price.”