I Inherited My Sister's Fiancée

New Story: After Bringing My Secret Crush Home

[Older, possessive, career-minded powerhouse spoils and dotes on her wife]

In her previous life, Min Yu investigated the truth behind her younger sister's death, only to die in a raging fire.

When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to three years earlier.

Her sister was already dead. At the funeral, her sister's fiancée was weeping pitifully.

The young fiancée's eyes were rimmed red, her slender frame dressed in mourning as she knelt on a prayer mat.

In her previous life, her sister had kept her tucked away in the family home, never letting her out. Min Yu had barely seen her a handful of times.

She had never imagined she would be so heartbreakingly beautiful, so ethereal.

Min Yu took Qiu Shanhe in and kept her by her side, claiming she was only looking after her younger sister's bride-to-be.

Everyone knew what Min Yu was really after.

Everyone except Qiu Shanhe.

Grateful that Min Yu hadn't turned her away, she would also shed tears whenever Min Yu spoke of her sister.

But at some point, Qiu Shanhe's tears stopped being for the dead. She even grew to hate hearing the deceased woman's name.

Her captivating peach-blossom eyes, veiled in mist, gazed at the head of the household before her.

“Big Sister, I'm still young. Please take care of me.”

You inherited everything she had. Please, do me the favor of inheriting me, too.

The greedy dodder vine sent out its tendrils, clinging to its only source of warmth.

Others knew only how ruthless the new head of the family could be. Qiu Shanhe knew how soft the bed in her room was, and how gentle she could be in private.

Reader's Guide:

1. Both leads are each other's only partners; seven-year age gap.

2. Primarily from the top's point of view, but both leads get their own perspectives.

New Story: After Bringing My Secret Crush Home

Blurb:

[Devoted, wife-doting android top x aloof but well-behaved bottom]

Nan Lichuan was a brilliant and dazzling talent, a celebrated artificial intelligence scientist at the very top of the Empire.

Then she died in a palace coup.

Her achievements were trampled, her research data discredited, and even her grave was pitifully small.

In the laboratory, Nan Lichuan's most perfect creation slowly opened its eyes.

09 inherited all of Nan Lichuan's memories, feelings, and hatred. It had the same face and body as Nan Lichuan, and anyone would have thought that Nan Lichuan had come back from the dead,

except that the mechanical parts showing through the burned half of its face made it clear that it wasn't human.

09 donned a silver mask and emerged from the laboratory deep underground, bringing a blood-red gloom down upon the Empire.

Artificial intelligence could never become human. 09 could never become her.

Seated upon the decaying throne, surrounded by the stench of blood, 09 watched mechanical parts scatter beneath the bombardment. The body she had personally given it was damaged,

and as the countdown reached zero, its lips curled beneath the mask.

Once technology reaches a certain level, anything can be restarted.

In a gloomy, rain-soaked alley, a pitiful girl curled up beside a puddle of filthy water.

Rats and crows beneath the eaves waited for her to breathe her last, ready to feast.

A red umbrella opened above the girl's head, and a tall figure blocked out the little light there was.

The girl was ten years old, seven years away from developing an era-defining artificial intelligence.

A bastard child of uncertain bloodline, she had just been thrown out by her socialite mother.

She clutched a book full of obscure writing, her body trembling from hunger and cold.

The girl stared timidly at the woman wearing a silver mask.

09 bent down, her long hair falling like a curtain to shield the girl from the crows' prying eyes.

“Nan Lichuan, long time no see.”

“Who are you?” The pretty little girl's face was red from the cold.

“Why do you know my name?”

09 gathered the girl into her arms, suppressing all her ulterior motives.

“That's a difficult question to answer. You can call me Big Sister.”

Theme: Keep putting in the effort, and success will come in time.