Big Sister, I Want to Be Friends with You

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A bubbly, sunny high school girl with puppy energy x an older sister with a possessive streak and a wicked, scheming side

1.

After moving house again, Fang Qile became fascinated with the older girl next door.

She was beautiful and kind, and everything about her was wonderful. Fang Qile decided she wanted to be friends with her.

Friends, after all, should get along well.

Fang Qile came up with a whole list of plans.

See each other every day: failed!

She had morning and evening study sessions, leaving early and coming home late. The two of them couldn't even become familiar neighbors.

Have private heart-to-hearts like best friends: failed!

The older girl was a homebody who spent all day at her computer and simply didn't like to talk.

Find out what the older girl liked: failed?

The older girl said she liked being alone. Fang Qile assumed she was lying.

Go shopping with her: failed!

Stay up talking with her: failed!

Share a friendly hug: failed!

Failed! Failed! Failed!!!

Fang Qile tossed the notebook, covered in red crosses, into a corner of the bookcase.

2. Jian Ying had always thought the world was false, that everyone was acting out a script called pretense, no different from characters trapped inside a camera frame.

Until she met Fang Qile.

At eighteen, the girl was like the rising sun, wrapped in light as she charged headlong into Jian Ying's world.

The girl was full of energy every day, constantly showering her with attention, always smiling wide enough to show her canines as she called, "Big Sis!"

Jian Ying felt nothing and treated her indifferently.

Little by little, the sun started to drift away. After thinking for a quarter of an hour, Jian Ying decided to bring her back herself.

At last, the sun returned, only to say, "Big Sis, you're a good person. Can we be friends?"

Jian Ying laughed in anger, pinned the girl against the wall, and made her look at the photos covering it. She kissed her ear. "Baby, that's not how friends act."

"I'm willing to endure the agony of having my bones replaced and wash away my filthy soul, as long as the sun keeps embracing me."

Bonus scene:

One night, Fang Qile opened her old notebook and turned every red cross into a red check mark.

When she got to the last line, her little face flushed as she bashfully wrote,

Share a friendly (hugging is crossed out!) kiss with Big Sis: success! (//^o^//)

------Forthcoming story: Inheriting the Tycoon's Estate------

A seemingly sweet but secretly wicked little white rabbit x an older, restrained and uptight mommy

1. Xia Xun had pretended to be obedient for over a decade. Just before coming of age, she finally outlived her father.

At the funeral, Xia Xun's eyes were red from crying. She was helped weakly into a chair, waiting for the lawyer to announce the will so she could inherit a fabulous fortune.

Lawyer: "...All of Mr. Xu Wan's assets will be inherited by Ms. Rong Jin."

Xia Xun paused with her hand wiping away her tears.

The crowd erupted. Everyone in the capital knew Rong Jin. She had taken charge of the Rong Group at twenty-three, and in just five years, had used decisive tactics to take the company to new heights. Her wealth was beyond counting, to say nothing of her power.

Xu Wan's assets probably wouldn't even be enough to cover her employees' salaries. How could Rong Jin possibly want them?

Everyone started wondering if it was a case of mistaken identity.

Just then, a woman entered the funeral. Her features were stunning, and her black clothes made her pale skin stand out. Yet beneath her silver-rimmed glasses, her gaze was cold, her air distant and aristocratic.

The woman stood before Xu Wan's portrait without even offering incense. After signing the will, she walked up to Xia Xun, whose face had gone deathly pale, and said coolly, "My name is Rong Jin. Your mother and my mother were friends."

Out of politeness, Xia Xun bit her lip and called her, "Sister Rong."

But Rong Jin frowned. "Just call me by my name."

On the surface, Xia Xun lowered her eyes and looked pitiful. "Director Rong."

In her heart, she cursed, You money-stealing jerk!

Now she had to spend the last year before adulthood with this jerk.

Xia Xun got her emotions in order, summoned the same grit that had helped her outlive her father, and decided to endure for one more year.

But Rong Jin was a meddler who had to control everything. The words she said most often were:

"No."

"You're not allowed."

"You can't."

2.

Rong Jin had inherited a company beset by internal and external troubles to repay a debt of gratitude to her mother.

Her benefactor had a daughter, a sweet and pretty seventeen-year-old who had become an orphan.

At the funeral, the girl had cried until her eyes were red. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and even her voice trembled with sobs as she obediently called her, "Sister."

Like a pitiful little rabbit.

Rong Jin's heart softened. Even when the girl did something wrong, she never blamed her.

She thought, She's just a poor kid. How much trouble could she possibly cause?

And so the days passed with Rong Jin indulging her.

She never expected Xia Xun to actually do something outrageous.

Rong Jin was furious and threatened to punish her. Before she could lay a hand on her, Xia Xun's nose turned red from crying.

"Sister, no."

"You can't do that."

"Please don't, Sister."

Rong Jin remained unmoved. After giving someone a thorough scolding, she took off her silver-rimmed glasses, fogged over with a haze of white, and stroked her flushed cheek. "What were you going to say?"

Xia Xun rubbed her cheek against Rong Jin's palm and murmured, "...Thank you, Sister."

Theme: Learn to love yourself