The Person in My Bed Is My Lover's Older Brother

Xiao Mengshu's beloved died saving her. Since then, she had been overcome with grief, and her heartbreak resisted all treatment. She was on the brink of death.

To save his beloved daughter, the Duke of Zhenguo came to Qiao Yi and begged him to pretend to be Xiao Mengshu's deceased sweetheart, comfort her, and, when the time was right, show her the "sweetheart's" despicable side so she could finally let go of the relationship.

Qiao Yi was the only person in the world who could do this, because Xiao Mengshu's sweetheart, who had died an unnatural death, was his twin brother. They looked exactly alike.

This would not be difficult for Qiao Yi. He didn't need to imitate his younger brother, because his brother had always been the one imitating him.

Gentle, patient, considerate, and refined.

Qiao Yi smiled and agreed.

But inside, he thought: How ridiculous. There really are fools in this world who would live or die for some nebulous thing called love.

After that, he began playing his brother and fell in love with Xiao Mengshu. Her health gradually improved.

She made him flower crowns, played the qin just for him, and carved their names onto a wooden plaque, which she hung at the highest point of the marriage tree.

All of it was so vulgar, yet she did everything with such care and attention to detail.

He couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

She looked clever, and at such a young age had already earned some fame. She should have had a bright future, but instead she had fallen into the most banal trap of love, nearly dying for a man.

Feelings were worthless.

Fortunately, she loved his younger brother. If anyone loved him as Xiao Mengshu loved his brother, he would avoid them at all costs.

Back then, he never imagined that one day this very feeling would leave him consumed by jealousy day and night, as if poison were eating away at his heart.

At last, the wicked, masterfully deceptive snake had found what it wanted: a little white flower blooming alone in the cold of night.

It coiled beneath the tree day after day, whispering sweet nothings to the flower and nurturing it with endless patience and love.

In silence, it begged the flower: Give me a little more of your attention, your affection, and your morning dew.

But its prayers were useless. Even the younger brother, who should have been long dead and nothing but bones by now, came back alive.

The male lead at first: Ridiculous. This woman is a total love-struck fool.

The male lead later: Darling, I'm a love-struck fool too. We're truly made for each other. Younger brother? What younger brother? I don't have one.

The male lead to his younger brother: Why aren't you dead yet???

Theme: Kindness is always repaid