The Canary Who Lured Away Her Scumbag Brother

Liang Feiran is a rising star in Hong Kong, exceptionally capable, but he's disabled and deaf. His father doesn't care for him, and no matter how hard he works through the night, he can't compete with his scumbag older brother's few calls of “Daddy.” Father Liang: “Feiran, just give your brother a chance. The daughter of the top-tier Rong family has taken a shine to him. She'll only agree to marry into our family if he's named the heir. Besides, it wouldn't look good if the Liang heir were deaf.” Stepmother: “I'm keeping your mother's ashes. Think carefully, and step aside willingly.” Scumbag brother: “Little sister, do you want to end up in a psychiatric hospital again? You deaf jinx. Was killing your mother not enough? Do you have to hurt us too?” Liang Feiran stares coldly at the family of three before him. His hearing aid lets out a piercing squeal. He takes it off and tosses it aside, refusing to communicate. No one in the Liang family knows sign language anyway. But then his scumbag brother drags over the canary he keeps at home, a woman with a face so beautiful it's almost intoxicating, and makes her translate for Liang Feiran. Nan Yin's face turns red. Her eyes are clear as water as she signs accurately, “It's not your fault you can't hear. You're wonderful. Don't listen to their nonsense.” Liang Feiran glances at the marks on Nan Yin's wrist, his gaze darkening slightly. He signs gently, “Thank you, sister-in-law.” Nan Yin turns pale, and the light in her eyes gradually fades. “I'm not. Don't call me that...” Liang Feiran watches Nan Yin with amusement. Could this canary Liang Jinnian keeps at home actually like him? Her brother has taken so many things from her. It wouldn't be too much to take this canary for himself, would it? Liang Feiran pretends to be drunk so he can share a room with Nan Yin on a cruise ship; he brushes her leg beneath the table at a family banquet; and in a private room just one wall away from his scumbag brother, he forces Nan Yin to confess her feelings for him. Gradually, Liang Feiran realizes he's fallen for her, but Nan Yin refuses to leave his scumbag brother. Furious, Liang Feiran pins Nan Yin to the sofa and takes her roughly again and again, watching her trembling lips as she tries to explain something. Liang Feiran rips off his hearing aid and coldly points to his ear. “Sorry, I can't hear you.” Bonus scene: Everyone thinks Nan Yin is madly in love with Liang Feiran. Even knowing he's only using her, she still wants to stay by his side. When she talks to Liang Feiran, her voice is soft and her words trail off tenderly. Her gaze is full of longing and barely concealed desire. Even the slightest physical contact makes her blush from head to toe, trembling all over. Liang Feiran, usually so aloof, is touched. Perhaps having a bindweed like this by his side wouldn't be so bad. Until one day, Liang Feiran wakes with a start in the dead of night. He sees Nan Yin sitting on the windowsill, scattered gun parts beside her. Smoke from the cigarette between her fingers blurs her face. Her voice carries the casual indifference of someone in power. “Yeah, I'll come back when I'm done playing.” The person on the other end of the call seems to say something else. Nan Yin chuckles softly. “Tell your people to act more carefully. Don't let her find out I'm not Liang Jinnian's girlfriend. You have no idea how sexy she is in bed when she's acting all cold.” P.S. The gong and shou are both pure in body and mind. 1v1. The companion story, Contract Marriage and Pure Love with a World-Weary Heiress, is already underway. It's our little Shen's story~! Shen Yu first sees Bo Sitan lose control at a birthday banquet. In the banquet hall, where undercurrents swirl, Bo Sitan is elegant and distant, commanding the room with effortless ease. The cool composure bred by extreme power is almost sexy. The next moment, in the damp restroom under stark white lights... The young head of the Bo family braces herself against the sink, head bowed as her body convulses. Her delicate shoulder blades jut out, sharp enough to seem on the verge of piercing her skin. Seeing her contractual wife's vulnerable side, Shen Yu lets the amusement fade from her eyes and approaches obediently. “President Bo, do you need help?” “Get out.” Bo Sitan's voice is hoarse, but her tone is forceful. Shen Yu obediently steps back and turns to leave, only to be pulled into a stall. Bo Sitan's skin is burning hot, her misty eyes unfocused. She rasps out an order: “Touch me!” Shen Yu laughs, thinking she's been drugged. She presses her fingers straight into Bo Sitan's soft mouth, pushing down past her tongue. A sharp slap lands on Shen Yu's face, stinging fiercely. The second time Bo Sitan loses control is on a sultry night. Through the swirling shisha smoke, Bo Sitan's pale skin gradually flushes crimson. Amid the sweet, cloying scent, she arches her neck and gasps with difficulty. The usually cold woman seems possessed by a lustful serpent. Her eyes redden, and she parts her lips in a heartbreaking plea. “Help me...” Shen Yu, who had been watching coldly, is drawn closer. Bo Sitan's slender waist arches beautifully as her body convulses. Along with the fluid that spills out, the heiress's uncontrolled words of love pour forth. “Don't leave me!” “You're mine...” Shen Yu's gaze deepens, captivated by this extreme seduction. She bends down and bites Bo Sitan's cool yet sweet lips. After a night of passion, Shen Yu wakes to the cold muzzle of a gun pressed firmly to her forehead. Bo Sitan looks down at her coldly, her tone indifferent. “If you come near me again while I'm having an episode, I'll kill you.” So it was all just instinctive behavior during an episode. That passionate infatuation was nothing but the world-weary heiress's pathological indulgence, with no love involved. When their three-year contract ends, Shen Yu leaves as agreed. Not long after, she receives Sitan's death certificate and the entirety of her estate. The first year after Sitan's death, Shen Yu can't make sense of it. In the second, third, and fourth years... she decides she must hate Sitan. After all, love is so brief and insubstantial. Only hatred lasts. As hatred gnaws at her heart and lungs, Shen Yu suddenly opens her eyes. She's reborn, back at the very beginning, when she and Sitan first met. [Bonus scene] In the middle of the night, Sitan wakes from a dream, feeling a heavy, cold tug at her ankle. Shen Yu is hidden in the shadows, her cheek pressed against the shackles. She stares at Sitan with a look that sends chills down her spine. “Big sister, why don't we die together? Then we'll never be apart.” Bo Sitan frowns and slaps her. “Shut up. Go to sleep.” A sweet smile curls Shen Yu's lips. She obediently curls up beside Sitan's feet and falls into a deep sleep. The story of Shen Jingwen, the young master Shen of Hong Kong's Golden Triangle. Shen Jingwen is the name Shen Yu gives herself later, after returning to Hong Kong, to avoid the Bo family. Theme: Grow through hardship and bloom in adversity!