A Guide to Pretending to Be Good While Pursuing Your Wife

Quiet, fiercely possessive wolf-dog younger woman x magnolia-like older sister

Jiang Zhongmu remembered one woman, the only tenant who ever came and went that she could remember.

The woman had a gentle, graceful air that the small, backwater town had never seen. Every gesture carried a tenderness that made her the only real image of city folk in the mind of a child who had never left town.

Back then, Xie Zhiyi was the most sophisticated person Jiang Zhongmu had ever met. So when it came time to fill out her college applications, she only listed universities Xie Zhiyi had attended.

She never expected to see her again so soon.

When the woman, carrying a heavy burden of sorrow, moved back into the attic,

Jiang Zhongmu, who was usually so quiet, began running upstairs all the time.

Bringing water, changing light bulbs, moving desks. Her excuses kept piling up.

She knew what the other woman liked to look at:

The straight line of a collarbone peeking out, the veins standing out on lean arms, the faint dimples that appeared when she smiled.

Jiang Zhongmu never called out those secretive lingering glances. Instead, she appeared in front of Xie Zhiyi more and more often.

For instance, she would show up downstairs around the time Xie Zhiyi usually opened her window. The contours of her wheat-colored face sharpened in the dusk. The woman who had planned it all looked up, and this time Xie Zhiyi couldn't look away in time.

That night, Jiang Zhongmu knocked on her door.

In the dark room, with the lights off, Xie Zhiyi leaned against the cold wall and turned her head toward the moonlight outside the window.

Someone asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like it, Big Sister?"

Xie Zhiyi didn't answer.

And so nights like this repeated many times while Xie Zhiyi stayed in Jiang Town. When she finally realized something was wrong and chose to run away, Jiang Zhongmu didn't cling to her. She even took the initiative to see her off at the station.

Just when Xie Zhiyi thought it was all over, that woman appeared in front of her once again, standing at the freshman welcome desk, looking at her with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Like a little leopard whose scheme had paid off.

[26-year-old older sister x 19-year-old younger woman, seven-year age gap]

[Slow pace, with lots of romantic tension. Please don't rush me if that's not your thing.]

[Jade carving plotline. The author only studied jade carving for a while, so some parts are true and some are fictional. Please don't treat it as based on a real person.]

[Happy ending, sweet romance]

Also, here's a recommendation for my girlfriend's novel, The Cold, Aloof Older Sister Made Me Lose Control, by Jinjiang author Zhenshi Tulao.

[Fake and real heiresses | Reunited after a breakup | Bad woman gets a good woman | Pretend stepsisters | Chasing your wife to the crematorium]

Lawyer x doctor

Nan Zhi has a secret.

She's in love with her older sister.

After being switched at birth, Nan Zhi, the real heiress, ended up in the slums. She had to work her way through school and often went hungry. Meanwhile, the fake heiress, Fu Minglin, was born with beauty and talent. A rare medical prodigy, she was adored as a daughter of heaven.

It wasn't until Nan Zhi turned nineteen that their mixed-up lives were set right.

Fu Minglin brought her out of the slums. After personally helping her change and wash up, she took her hand and patiently introduced her to every plant and corner of the house.

"Starting today, everything here belongs to you."

There was none of the rivalry between real and fake heiresses that Nan Zhi had read about in novels.

Fu Minglin taught her how to choose lingerie fabrics.

The size, the cup shape, even how to put it on, which she demonstrated herself.

Fu Minglin's voice brushed her ear, burning hot. "You need to lift them like this, so they don't grow crooked."

Her hand held Nan Zhi's.

Their hearts raced so wildly, neither knew who was flustered.

Fu Minglin helped her care for her hair and skin, and every night she made sure Nan Zhi drank a glass of milk before bed.

"The details make or break everything. I hope you have a sweet dream," Fu Minglin said, lightly brushing her lips with her fingertip and smiling. "Good night."

Fu Minglin played golf with her and taught her to ride horses.

With the fiery horse and its iron saddle beneath them, she wrapped her arms around Nan Zhi's waist, their body heat mingling.

"If you're scared," Fu Minglin said, tightening her arms around her, "you can lean on me."

In the warmth of their sisterly bond, they gradually forgot that one of them was the real heiress and the other the fake.

Until the day of Nan Zhi's coming-of-age ceremony, when their mother, who had just announced to the world that she had two biological daughters, caught them together.

The cramped, dim little room was filled with an intimate tension.

Amid the guests' screams and her mother's disbelieving roars, Nan Zhi instinctively sought refuge in the arms around her.

But Fu Minglin's smile suddenly blurred amid the crowd.

"The game of being good sisters should end now."

Her voice was as gentle as ever, yet cruel.

"You've served your purpose, little sister."

Only then did Nan Zhi realize:

Apart from being the real heiress, all the love she had received was fake.

Many years later, when they met again,

Fu Minglin finally understood: In the years of lies, among all the affection she had pretended to feel, her heart had been sincere.

Theme: Stay positive and build a beautiful life.