The Seventh Year After My Sister Died

At fifteen, Lin Mo, a country girl, is adopted by the wealthy and powerful Bo family of City A.

At seventeen, Bo Mo, living under someone else’s roof, dies on a rainy night.

When she wakes again, she has no money, is wandering unfamiliar streets, and knows no one. Lost and helpless, she can think only of the two brothers who are technically her brothers.

They are the cream of the crop, adored by everyone. The eldest, Bo Sicheng, took over the family conglomerate at a young age and is aloof and refined.

The second, Bo Jinfeng, is arrogant and unruly, living by his own rules.

Bo Mo understood long ago that she and they were from different worlds.

She focused on studying hard and getting into a good university, keeping her distance from them. They had barely interacted before she died.

The rain poured down, and the night was bleak.

Bo Mo borrowed a phone from a kind passerby. After thinking it over, she timidly dialed Bo Sicheng’s number.

The phone rang for a long time. He picked up only just before it finished ringing a second time.

Afraid of disturbing him so late at night, she spoke timidly, her voice unconsciously lowered. “Hello, big brother.”

There was an unusual silence on the other end. Not a sound.

Bo Mo nervously picked raindrops from the ends of her hair, awkward and ill at ease. “I’m outside and can’t find my way home. I don’t have any money. Big brother, could you... lend me a little?”

The sound of shattering glass came from the other end of the call, sharp and jarring. In the gloomy rainy night, it was like a long-dormant dream being shattered.

…

A rumor was widely circulated among City A’s elite: the Bo family’s eldest brother had never married, and the younger brother showed no interest in women because they were both saving themselves for their one true love.

Interested parties pieced together a portrait from scattered clues.

A long ponytail, the uniform of City A No. 1 High School, a gentle disposition, and a fondness for jasmine.

Huh.

Doesn’t that sound an awful lot like the Bo family’s late... little sister?

…

Perhaps because of everything they had been through, the two brothers’ personalities had changed considerably over the past seven years. The eldest was no longer cold and unapproachable. He was now courteous and gentle, always ready to help her through any difficulty, and incredibly dependable.

The second brother had even shed his unruly ways. He patiently tutored her every night in a soft voice.

But Bo Mo knew they were still from different worlds.

So once she had saved enough money to rent a place of her own, she planned to thank her two brothers sincerely and leave the old house.

When she pushed open their bedroom door, she was stunned to find it covered with her photos and filled with her belongings, like a nest full of treasures.

She stumbled back in shock, only to collide with someone behind her.

…

A cold restraint clasped her ankle. Bo Mo couldn’t tell whose fingertip was gently stroking it, burning hot. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, and she could only tremble uncontrollably.

The chilling voice that came from behind and brushed her ear was impossibly gentle.

“Little sister, you finally came home after all this time. Now that you’ve grown up, do you want to leave your brother?”

Timid, dull, and honest little sister vs. two mad-dog brothers who turned into sinister, obsessive ghosts after she died

Readers who have high moral standards for male leads, beware.

Note: The adoption relationship ended when the heroine died.

★★Coming soon: You Don’t Want Your Wife Anymore

After being dumped for being too clingy, Jian Nian stormed out of the house in a fit of anger, only to be hit by a truck.

When she woke up, seven years had passed. Penniless, she squatted by the roadside late at night, dizzy with hunger. The fallen rich girl had no choice but to swallow her pride and call her ex-boyfriend.

She would pretend to be an old classmate and ask him for money.

Fortunately, her ex was a stodgy engineering type who still had the same number after seven years.

When he picked up, Jian Nian pinched her nose and made up a tragic backstory on the spot: a gambling-addicted father, a sickly mother, an abusive husband, and a child she couldn’t send back.

All she wanted was a kind soul to give her five hundred yuan. One day, when she restored the Qin dynasty, she’d make him a great general.

There was nothing but silence on the other end of the phone.

Jian Nian wondered if she’d dialed the wrong number, or if he had accidentally answered in the middle of the night.

“Hello? Are you listening?”

“Mm.”

The rainy night was dark and gloomy. A familiar yet unfamiliar young man’s voice came through the muffled phone, hoarse and slow as it reached her ear.

He said, “Jian Nian, I’m listening.”

-

When they met again, the taciturn, awkward young man in her memories had matured into a refined and courteous gentleman, gentle and poised, with an air of quiet elegance.

He took her home to stay for a while, caring for her tenderly and thoughtfully, down to every last detail.

A thoroughly mature older man.

He felt familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Jian Nian’s anger slowly faded. So many years had passed. Surely he had long since forgotten.

Forgotten that brief, troublesome relationship: when it began, and why it ended.

Only she had remained childish, stuck in the past.

At the dinner table, Miss Jian lowered her head and ate. For the first time in her life, she apologized calmly. “I’m sorry. I was so immature back then, always relying on you and unable to do anything for myself. I won’t be like that anymore.”

She slowly told him that she had found a job and rented a place. Once she got everything sorted, she could move out.

She smiled. “We’ve broken up, after all. It wouldn’t be right to keep inconveniencing you by living here.”

The man across from her remained silent, eerily so.

Jian Nian looked up in puzzlement. Through his glasses, she suddenly met a pair of dark, brooding eyes.

…

Long, cool fingers covered her reddened eyes and gently wiped away her trembling tears, then softly traced the cold restraint around her ankle.

In her blurred, terrified vision, which shook uncontrollably, the courteous gentleman slowly took off his glasses and chuckled.

“What was that you just said? I didn’t hear you. Darling, say it again.”

Theme: Study hard and live earnestly