After Going Off the Rails

[Prepublication] My Concubine Is the Mother of a Yandere Male Supporting Character

A bloodthirsty yandere and a clever, sunny girl. Please add it to your favorites!

(Pseudo-incest)

1.

After her family fell apart, Lin Shumei's mother married into the Qi family when Lin Shumei was eight.

The two families blended together, and Qi Jiayan became her brother in name only.

The first time she saw Qi Jiayan, the young man was aloof and refined, never cracking a smile. She shrank into a corner, afraid to speak.

Then, one stormy night, the girl was too frightened to sleep.

With tears blurring her vision, she clutched her doll and ran to Qi Jiayan's room. She only dared to approach after catching a fleeting glimpse of concern on his face.

The young man took her hand and frowned as he wiped her tears. "Don't be afraid. We're family. If anything happens, come to your big brother."

Qi Jiayan doted on her. He soothed her to sleep during thunderstorms and took her to and from school. Even the elders in the family said they were closer than real siblings.

Lin Shumei thought she was the rose he carefully nurtured.

But later, Qi Jiayan threw away the confession letter she'd hidden among the flowers. His dark eyes held not a trace of emotion, and his voice was distant. "Who taught you to do something so improper? You know I'm your brother."

2.

As the only son of the Qi family, Qi Jiayan had always been elegant and composed.

He tried to set Lin Shumei's feelings back on the right track. At the very last moment, just as their intimacy was about to go too far, reason made him stop himself from taking off their clothes.

Then they met again. Qi Jiayan saw her leaning against her boyfriend, about to kiss him. His last shred of restraint vanished. Without a word, he grabbed Lin Shumei by the wrist and dragged her away, keeping a tight hold on her all the way back to his room.

Qi Jiayan pushed her onto the bed and pinned her hands behind her back, his gaze icy.

The elders were still downstairs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lin Shumei lifted her leg and kicked his shoulder. Her short skirt, rucked up to her ankles, slid farther back. Her voice was cold and sharp. "Are you crazy? Didn't you say I was being improper?"

Her hands were tied with his necktie, and he had a firm grip on her ankle, leaving her unable to struggle. His warm breath brushed her ear as he rasped, "I've been crazy for a long time. Getting that close to another man. Are you trying to kill me?"

Better to be improper with a girl he'd raised himself than to give her to someone else.

3.

Clothes lay scattered across the floor. The night was a haze of passion.

Lin Shumei had just gotten dressed and was brushing her teeth in front of the mirror when she saw a message pop up in the family group chat.

She glanced at the person behind her in the mirror and spoke around her toothbrush. "Why is everyone in the family suddenly coming here for dinner...?"

Qi Jiayan wrapped his arms around her from behind and smiled faintly. "I invited them. It's time to come clean."

Content warnings:

Both leads are flawed.

Four-year age gap.

Later, when he tries to win her back, there will be a wall-smashing scene.

P.S. They are not blood-related! They're not on the same household register! There are no romantic feelings while their sibling relationship is in effect.

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Prepublication Break

A quick mention of my upcoming novel, He Claims the Goldfish

Staying as a guest | Yandere x Oblivious

Because of her parents' work, fifteen-year-old Jiang Yiyu stayed for a while with an old friend of her parents.

The He family was wealthy and kind. Their eldest son, He Jize, was a boy with exceptional talent as a painter: refined, courteous, and a rare young man of outstanding promise.

Jiang Yiyu first met him in the garden of the villa.

Wearing a white shirt, the tall, slender young man stood by the pond, bathed in warm sunlight. His long fingers opened slightly, and fish food tumbled into the water as the goldfish rushed to gobble it up.

He curled his lips into a faint smile. "Your name is Jiang Yiyu?"

Jiang Yiyu nodded. In the sunlight, she could just make out He Jize's left hand holding the bag of fish food. His little finger was half the length of an ordinary person's.

Later, he would hold a palette in that hand and a paintbrush in the other, painting every inch of her body and making the night thick with desire.

*

Five years later, Jiang Yiyu returned to Huijing, trapped in a desperate situation.

With no one to turn to, she watched a black sedan pull up in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing a man in a white suit. He narrowed his eyes, their depths as dark as a hidden spring, and jokingly asked if she wanted to go to the civil affairs bureau with him.

She had not forgotten the nightmare of her nineteenth birthday. But after joking, he earnestly offered to help her.

*

Jiang Yiyu had always thought He Jize's personality was simply part of being an artist.

Until she wandered into that underground studio

Every painting had her face: smiling, crying, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy...

The sight left her unsteady on her feet. She bumped into the notebook on the desk, and instinctively picked it up and opened it. The words "Don't leave me" filled the entire first page.

Is he crazy?!

Jiang Yiyu didn't even have time to think before the broken finger, still wearing a finger cot, was stuffed into her mouth, curling around her tongue.

Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth as her chin was forced back.

She turned stiffly. The man's face was dark, his gaze icy. He asked softly, "Didn't you say you'd be my model? Why aren't you back in bed yet?"

"Or have you changed your mind?"

Core theme: Love freedom, love life