Fake Siblings / He Pursues Her / Older Man, Younger Woman / Both Chaste / Happy Ending
The thing Shen Ci hates most in this life is his mom saying, “Your little sister is yours.”
When I was four, my mom pointed at the wrinkly little bundle in the swaddling clothes and told me, “She belongs to you from now on. You’re in charge of feeding her, changing her diapers, and getting her to sleep. All of it.”
Me: What? I’m only four.
But Mom wouldn’t listen. So while other kids watched Ultraman, I was mixing formula. While they played in the mud, I was figuring out which way a diaper went. While they dreamed of becoming astronauts, I drew a vision board titled “Closed-Loop Management of Baby Bottles and Diapers” and got an A+ from my teacher.
That was how Shen Zhiyi latched onto me. She stuck around for eighteen years.
At four, she clung to my leg so I couldn’t go to school. At five, she said, “I’ll take care of you when we grow up,” then knocked over an entire carton of yogurt. At six, she tore up a classmate’s eight-hundred-yuan Ultraman card because “someone said my brother wasn’t handsome.” I paid for it with all the pocket money I’d saved for half a year.
When I turned eighteen, a paternity test hit me like a ton of bricks: she wasn’t the Shen family’s biological daughter. I thought, This is awesome. I raised myself a wife…
