When Shan Qiming realized that he fell in love with Wen Qingshuang, it was already too late.
"I don't like her beautiful smile, and I hate her swinging around like a butterfly. The thought that she will marry someone else soon is as unappetizing as swallowing a dead mouse alive."
"Excuse me for a moment, who is this other person that the Second Young Master is referring to?"
Facing his friend's question, Shan Qiming paused with a subtle expression: "Shan Qiyu, my eldest brother."
"Who is Wen Qingshuang?"
"... My sister-in-law."
The Shan family made its fortune by water transportation in the late Qing Dynasty and has been entrenched in Haishi for a century.
Now Shan Qiyu, Shan's eldest son, is in charge of the family, and the marriage is a foregone conclusion. As long as he is still alive, Shan Qiming's dream cannot come true.
My friend's scalp was numb and he worded his words carefully: "In your situation, I suggest you control your desires and try to return to real life."
The cell phone rang suddenly, and Shan Qiming raised his hand to pause the conversation.
When he came back after answering the phone, he was in a daze. He raised his head and drank three full glasses of water. His expression changed from surprise to relief and indifference.
"My eldest brother was suddenly involved in a car accident and became a vegetative state."
"And I... Will probably inherit everything from my brother."
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The first thing Shan Qiyu did when she woke up was to call Shan Qiming to the hospital bed and slap him three times in public.
With the flames of war not burning her body, Wen Qingshuang felt at ease and stretched out her hand to tease the green radish beside the window sill.
The heir model carefully crafted by a wealthy family rarely shows off its edge, and even getting angry on the sickbed has its own majesty.
"How come I didn't know before that you still had such evil intentions?"
Shan Qiming lowered his head to listen to the instruction. He tucked his eldest brother into a quilt and answered shamelessly with his swollen and burning side face.
"No matter how dirty your thoughts are, you already heard enough of them when you were in a coma, so why bother asking me again."
Others were confused as to what riddle the two brothers were playing.
Wen Qingshuang took back her hand, Leng Buding and Shan Qiyu looked at each other's cold, dark eyes, and their hearts skipped a beat.
Shan Qiming sought excitement and pressured her to have sex in front of Shan Qiyu's bed every night, but it turned out that he could hear it.
Purpose: Love others first, love yourself first
