Big Brother, Don't Flirt So Much

At my wedding banquet, my mother married into one of the most powerful families in the country.

A man in a bespoke suit, elegant and aloof, walked up to me. His voice was distant as he said, “Call me big brother.”

I obediently replied, “Big brother.”

I thought I’d have to live under someone else’s roof from then on, constantly on my best behavior.

Then, when rumors spread that I was bullying someone, he posted under his real name on the campus forum:

“@Lin Qingyue, my little sister. Keep spreading rumors and our legal team will be in touch.”

The whole school erupted. That was when I learned my “big brother” was the heir to the Lu family, a business empire at the very top of its game.

He took me to live in his private apartment and laid down three rules:

Then one day, I happened to open his sketchbook...

Every page was filled with drawings of me.