Take by force｜Foster/Adopt
[Real mad dog with self-restraint and courtesy x delicate and prickly little white flower]
Shen Qingli was taken into the Shen family when she was eighteen years old.
Father is Shen Shiyan's father's savior. After eight years of searching, I found her in an Internet cafe in a small southern town.
Shen Shiyan was waiting for her in the living room. Twenty-three years old, shirt cuffs rolled up to his forearms. She opened the door and came in. He raised his eyes and said, "lost weight."
And they have never met.
Everyone said that Shen Shiyan was a good brother.
When she first arrived in Hong Kong City, he helped her find a language school, arrange accommodation, and choose the color of every coat in the wardrobe.
The necklines of the clothes he picked were just one inch above her collarbone. It can't reveal more, and it can't cover everything.
It rained heavily on the day of the graduation ceremony, and her hair was slightly damp. He adjusted her shirt, and his fingertips brushed the red mole on the side of her neck, paused, and let go.
Shen Shiyan had raised her for five years, and every inch of her body was more familiar to her than herself.
—
On the day of the funeral of the old man of the Shen family, the mourning hall was full of people.
Shen Qingli stood in the last row, wearing all black. After the ceremony, she walked to the side hall. At the corner of the corridor, someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him into an unlit storage room. The door is closed.
Shen Shiyan stood in front of her. Black suit, tie loose. The tail of the eye is red.
He suddenly laughed, his voice slightly hoarse: "I originally wanted to burn the paper and leave today. But you stood too far away, Lili."
There were footsteps in the corridor outside. Someone passed by, once, twice, and then disappeared.
He looked down at her, his lips barely moving:
"Guess, do they know what Mr. Shen's son was thinking about on the day of his funeral?"
Her throat tightened: "What are you thinking about?"
He pressed his forehead against hers, and his eyelashes brushed her forehead, tickling her a little:
"I want to press you on this platform and tear off all the restraints on you."
He paused, looked down at you, and lowered his voice.
"Then let you know clearly on this stage——"
"From today on, I am no longer your brother."
—
Later she escaped. Changed the city, changed the job, changed the name.
Three years later, on the winter solstice, it was a rainy night in Shanghai.
Financial news scrolled on the electronic screen in the shopping mall opposite. Liang completed the merger and acquisition, and Shen Shiyan showed up to sign the contract. He took off his glasses, combed his black hair back, and wore a dark gray three-piece suit. He nodded towards the camera with a decent, impeccable smile.
The cell phone rang. No caller ID. She picked up.
The other side was quiet for a while, and then a very soft, lazy laugh came:
"Pear."
A video pops up in the dialog box. The picture is dark, it is her current bedroom. The camera is fixed on high, staring at her sleeping. Date: three days ago.
Behind her, warm palms covered her eyes.
"Guess who I am."
The shirt that I had tied with my own hands was being untied little by little.
The slender fingers ran along the side of her face, mandible, and collarbone, and stopped on the red mole on the side of her neck, rubbing it until it felt hot.
"After hiding for three years, I was still caught..."
"Have you figured out how to beg me?"
Reading Guide
1. Stepbrothers and sisters, not related by blood, with different household registers. 5 Years difference.
2. The male protagonist is not kind, he takes things by force, and he is serious about it.
3. Shuangjie HE has a hidden secret after the reunion.
4. The character's three views do not represent the author's three views
Intention: Love yourself forever
