[An innocent, sunny little sister VS an outwardly gentle but actually possessive and calculating older brother] [Main story complete]
[Coercive Possession] [Long-Planned Scheme] [Childhood Friends] [Blood Feud]
The fourth young lady of the Jiang family, Jiang Shiyuan, is the youngest child, doted on and indulged by her whole family. Like a little sun, she warms everyone in the Jiang household.
The person she is closest to is her aloof, proper older brother.
But at some point, the way he looks at her begins to leave her breathless.
Everyone praises Master Jiang for his good fortune. All his children are as noble and radiant as the moon.
Only Jiang Yanlin knows what kind of shameful desire rages beneath his aloof, proper exterior.
He lets himself sink deeper day by day, letting those filthy thoughts take root in his bones and blood. He even draws her in with his own hands, leading her step by step into this abyss.
It doesn't matter. As long as his moon shines on him alone, that's enough.
Until the wrongful case from eighteen years ago is brought to light again.
Their loving siblinghood and filial family bonds were nothing but a shocking deception.
His former little sister weeps pitifully, clutching the hem of his robe as she sobs again and again, "Brother... Brother..."
He sneers and pries her pale fingertips loose, one by one.
The broad hands that once held hers as she practiced writing now grip her chin, forcing her to look up.
"Crying like this," he murmurs, bending toward her, his voice low and hoarse, his cruelty almost tender, "are you trying to make me feel sorry for you?"
Who wants to be her brother?
Even if he has to go to hell, he'll keep her bound tightly to his side, their flesh and blood entwined, until death parts them.
New book coming soon: Has the Heir Apparent Ended Up at the Crematorium Today?
Childhood friends | Chasing the wife to the crematorium | Sharp-tongued king | Face-slapping
Everyone says Ye Zhenzhen is lucky.
Though her mother died young, she was taken under the wing of the Duke of Zhenguo's household, raised in luxury for over a decade like a princess.
Ye Zhenzhen has a secret she has never dared tell anyone.
She likes Qi Huaisu.
He is the only son of the Duke of Zhenguo and Princess Yongning, and the emperor's own nephew.
He does as he pleases, has an arrogant disposition, and can't stand being restrained in the slightest.
Even when he turns the capital upside down, people will still follow him around with smiles on their faces.
Her father, meanwhile,
Is only a fifth-rank official,
The sort of fifth-rank official that a strong wind could knock down eleven out of ten of in the capital.
Yet Qi Huaisu always says, "Ye Zhenzhen is my sister. If anyone so much as pulls out one of her hairs, I'll kill him!"
So Ye Zhenzhen has no choice but to hide her feelings carefully.
On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, she hides behind a screen and hears the Duke bring up the marriage agreement between their families with her father.
Her fingertips tremble, her heart pounds like a drum.
His reaction, however, wakes her from the dream she's been in for fifteen years.
"I will never marry her!" He is furious, his bloodshot eyes filled with a resolve she has never seen before. He nearly flips the table.
Beside the screen, Ye Zhenzhen opens her eyes wide and digs her fingertips into her palm, afraid to let even a hint of her feelings show.
Three years later.
The reckless boy has become a young general covered in battle honors.
Young General Qi returns from the battlefield, brimming with confidence. The city gates swing wide, and the people line the streets.
She, too, has found a match: the second young master of a collateral branch of the Duke of Zhenguo's family, whose disposition is as kind as can be.
This neither offends the Duke of Zhenguo's household nor diminishes her father's pride.
She thinks the two families can maintain a polite peace.
But he makes such a scene that even his imperial uncle, the emperor, is furious enough to smash the jade seal.
In front of all the civil and military officials, he tosses his long saber onto the ground at Second Young Master Qi's feet with a clang. His eyes are red, almost bleeding:
"You want to marry her, don't you? Fine. Stab me here three times, and your engagement to Zhen'er is over!"
The general who never retreated before armies of thousands now seems as humble as a child begging for forgiveness.
He stares at her as she shields Second Young Master Qi:
"But I... I was the one who got engaged to you first..."
One-to-one romance (both leads are pure in body and heart, pure in body and heart, pure in body and heart)
Three-year age gap, size difference
Theme: Face your true feelings and dare to break free from the shackles of convention
I just feel sorry for the heroine... It's so miserable... Don't direct your mania at her