Big Sister, I've Pretended Long Enough

Shen Qingqing, the 22-year-old heiress to Haicheng's richest family, is dazzlingly beautiful, domineering, and arrogant.

When she was fifteen, she found a ten-year-old boy in the snow. He was shivering all over, his lips purple with cold, like a stray dog on the verge of dying. She casually unwound her silk scarf and wrapped it around his neck. "Don't freeze to death on the road. It'd be bad luck."

From then on, she had a shadow she couldn't shake.

His name was Lu Shiyan. On the surface, he was sweet and obedient. He'd blush and call her "Sis," crouch down to put on her shoes, and lift his shirt so she could warm her cold feet against his stomach. Everyone said the Shen heiress had raised the most obedient dog in the world.

But no one knew.

To attend the same school as her, he skipped four grades. At seventeen, he secretly began trading, and his fortune was already worth over a hundred million. He quietly and cleanly removed every rival who coveted her, leaving no trace. Everything in the drawer in his room was about her: photos, scarves, rings. He secretly kissed the tops of her feet and whispered her name over and over in the dead of night.

He hid all his madness, depravity, and forbidden obsession beneath a docile exterior.

Until one day, he knelt between her legs and said, "Sis, I'm done pretending."