Forbidden Butterfly

[Fake Siblings] [Possessive Love] [Dog Training Fiction] [A Rotten Man's True Heart] [A Mix of Spice and Sweetness]

Before she turned eighteen, Jiang Yu called Jiang Yu her older brother for seventeen years.

Then the paternity test results were laid out before everyone, and she became the one with no legitimate claim to the family. He drove her out of the house with his own hands, then brought her back with those same hands. The arrangement was absurd and less than respectable: two hundred thousand a month, and she had to come whenever he called.

Rumors spread through high society that he kept a canary, spending every night in song and drink, behaving outrageously.

No one knew that the night he sent her away, he spent the entire night smoking on the balcony.

Jiang Yu thought he had her completely in his grasp.

But she slept in his bed and spent his money, then turned around and dared to carry on with his sworn enemy, loudly declaring that she would personally drag him from his pedestal.

"...Jiang Yu. Don't look at me like that."

Don't see how he covered every inch of her rebellious body with love bites. Don't see how her tears left him utterly defeated.

Later, Hong Kong media caught the untouchable eldest son of the Jiang family kneeling on one knee by the roadside in the middle of the night, just to put a high heel back on his drunken little sister.

The thing Jiang Yu hated most in life was being manipulated, yet he was hopelessly addicted to Jiang Yu.

Screw being siblings. I'm your man.

But she stood before the cameras and smiled demurely. "Mr. Jiang Yu and I are just family."

*

That night, Jiang Yu had a very long dream.

She dreamed of a winter during middle school, when she skipped class to drink in Lan Kwai Fong and got trapped in an alley by a group of drunk men.

He drove straight into the alley, kicked them away, grabbed her by the collar, and shoved her into the passenger seat.

She asked drunkenly, "Aren't I the person you hate most? Why do you care what happens to me?"

He said nothing. Only after the car had driven a long way did she hear him mutter around his cigarette:

"Because it's you. It can only be you."

There was no such thing as inexplicable favoritism or exceptions.

No such thing as fate or luck.

[Little Skit: How to Address Him]

Jiang Yu: You've called me big brother for eighteen years. Isn't that enough?

Jiang Yu: 1.

Jiang Yu: ?

Jiang Yu: Got it, boss.

Jiang Yu: ...Call me something else.

Jiang Yu: Dad?

Jiang Yu: ...^ ^

*

A sly, mischievous, wicked cat x a short-tempered, aggrieved, bad dog

Neither lead is a perfect person; both are self-centered, and the male lead is somewhat lacking in morals

Five-year age gap; no blood relation, and no romance while their familial relationship remained in place

Happy ending, sweet romance

Many fictionalized details

Coming soon: London Never Gets Snow

Physicists say that before escaping a black hole, photons linger for a long time at the edge of its event horizon.

Just like that day at a private members' club in Mayfair. Jin Shiyue tried to hide where she was looking, while Liang Zhiyun simply held his glass and, through the unruly crowd, saw straight into her soul.

Only later did she learn that he was Imperial College London's youngest tenured professor.

A reclusive genius, a genteel sonnet, the embodiment of absolute reason, untouchable on his pedestal.

He unraveled the mysteries of the universe at the lectern and captured microscopic tremors in the lab, cool, restrained, and impeccable.

Only Jin Shiyue had seen him after his refined exterior fell away.

In his South Kensington apartment, kept at a constant temperature all year round, the man set aside some of the proprieties expected of a gentleman. He kissed her sweat-dampened back, slowly and delicately, while his palm controlled her breathing.

"London nights are long, long enough for you to learn a few things. But the choice is yours."

He lowered his head, the tip of his nose resting against the side of her neck.

"I'm just suggesting you think through the consequences."

"Now. Good girl, beg me."

Jin Shiyue didn't understand then. The consequence he meant was that, for all the years to come, she would never be able to love an ordinary soul again.

*

When she graduated and returned to China, he didn't come to see her off.

Jin Shiyue deleted all his contact information, believing that the unspoken understanding between adults was to leave things at a kiss and let time bury the rest.

The London rain and mists, its romance, and that elegant man should all have been left behind, ten thousand meters below.

Until a piece of news spread across social media.

Liang Zhiyun resigned his tenured professorship at Imperial College, left the Blackett Laboratory, and announced in grand fashion that he was returning to China to take the helm of the Liang Group.

High society and the academic world were shaken.

"London's rain is too damp. I don't like it."

When they met again after a long separation, the man carried the rich scent of white sandalwood. He looked down at her, the dark fire in his eyes finally undisguised.

"I like even less that my moonlight is shining on someone else."

"Professor..."

"Shh. We're not at school now."

"Mrs. Liang, or beg me. Pick one."

Theme: Love and responsibility