My Fake Brother Seduced Me

*Little Sister with a Chick-Imprinting Complex x Sickly, Seductive Ghost of an Older Brother

Yizhu had two secrets.

First, she had used a fake jade pendant to pass herself off as a daughter of the Xie family. After returning home, she could only put up with her younger half-brother's difficulties and her fiance's mocking remarks.

Second, she was so grateful and dependent on the elder brother who had brought her back to the capital that she had unconsciously started following him, asking around about his preferences and collecting his little belongings. She wished she could stay by his side every moment to repay his kindness.

The day her identity was questioned and she became merely a young lady of the family, Yizhu was utterly dejected. Unable to resist, she secretly sniffed her elder brother's robe in the middle of the night.

She never expected someone to stand outside her door at the hour of the tiger, much less for that person to be her elder brother.

Terrified and utterly despairing, she thought she was about to be driven out of the Xie family. But her elder brother lowered his brows like a merciful bodhisattva and murmured, "Want to try something else?"

The candlelight cast a scarlet glow over his face, making him look like an evil spirit.

Time and again, whenever Yizhu hesitated, he would use that righteous-looking face and that low voice to coax her, offering her pleasures she had never known.

Even later, when she wanted to end things and break free of their relationship, her real elder brother came looking for her, the Xie family kindly chose another marriage for her, and her younger half-brother and fiance both rushed to speak up. Just as everything was settled...

On the eve of her wedding, Xie Jinzhi arrived with her future husband poisoned and bleeding profusely, and tore open that window.

His little sister was badly frightened.

He lowered his head with a faint smile, then smeared the blood on his fingertip across the face of this fickle little liar. His gentle voice dropped to a threatening whisper: "Xie Yizhu, what are you afraid of?"

"You weren't afraid when you got caught sniffing my robe. You weren't afraid when you tasted the sweetness and used me. Now that you're bored and want to leave, what is there to be afraid of?"

"You want to marry? Then you should be honest."

Her elder brother smiled, as elegant and dignified as ever. "What are you planning to tell them? That you and I have been carrying on behind their backs, and still can't stop?"

*Innocent but wicked little sister x Older brother who slips rat poison to his brother-in-law

*The leads are morally imperfect and unrelated by blood. Their romantic storyline only begins after they sever their familial relationship. The blurb is meant to leave things ambiguous.

*Contains a morally upright character's painful struggle and undercurrents of tension between brothers. Avoid if this isn't for you.

Blurb screenshot dated 2025.3.20

Coming soon: Steal His Wife

*Gentle little bunny x Scheming younger uncle with a skin-hunger disorder

On the day the Lu family sent their betrothal gifts, Wen Fu's elderly nurse wept in private.

Marrying into the Duke's household was undoubtedly a step up in status, but Lu Xun had chased after a merchant's daughter and insisted on marrying no one else. The story had spread all over the capital.

What did he think he was doing, coming to propose now? Where did that leave the young lady's dignity?

Though she was unwilling, her parents had accepted. She had no choice but to marry him.

On their wedding day, the young man barged in to give her a harsh welcome. After staring at her for a long while, he coldly laid down three rules, trading power and wealth for his freedom. Early the next morning, he went straight to see the merchant's daughter, leaving Wen Fu to meet the Lu family alone.

Wen Fu's thoughts were in disarray, and on the way she bumped into someone.

The man said nothing as he helped her up. His broad, strong hand rested across her waist.

It was the Lu family's younger uncle, a man who never showed his emotions.

Yesterday, when Lu Xun arrived late, this very man had stood in for him during the wedding ceremony.

*

Half a year into their marriage, they were finally starting to get along. Just as their relationship took a turn for the better, Lu Xun had an accident and fell into a coma. The merchant's daughter even brought him back. He remained unconscious for half a month without waking.

Wen Fu was effectively a widow, and the Lu family's reputation suffered. After Lu Xun's friends visited repeatedly, the family came up with a terrible idea: find someone to give him an heir, then register the child under Lu Xun's name.

For example, the Lu family's younger uncle was in his prime, held a high position, and happened to be available.

How could that be allowed? Wen Fu was horrified and looked to her uncle, assuming the rigid, steady man would refuse. Instead, he lowered his eyes. "We can give it a try."

"But..."

"Just like you tried with Lu Xun. Or is it all right when he does it, but not when I do?"

*

Ever since Lu Xun could remember, the Lu family had made all his decisions for him, including his marriage. He was determined to defy them.

He fought against heaven and earth, calculating that he could fall gravely ill, wake up, and finally take control of his life.

He hadn't expected that when he woke up, his friend would look at him with disappointment and say, "Why did you wake up?"

Lu Xun: "?"

For some reason, his friend then seemed relieved. "Well, it's fine that you're awake. You made it just in time for a happy occasion in the Lu family. Congratulations! Now you can divorce and marry that girl. Double the joy!"

What divorce? Lu Xun's mind went blank, and he dashed out.

In the corridor, his wife was dozing against a pillar while his uncle bent down to kiss her fingertips, looking practiced and perfectly at ease.

That shameless old geezer, acting above his station! That was his wife, his!

*

Lu Yuxiu had always been calm as still water. For the first time, a woman made his thoughts waver. She respectfully called him Uncle.

After countless polite exchanges, his gaze gradually darkened. He thought, so what if I'm her uncle?

*Your husband is in a coma? Madam, life is unpredictable. Please accept my condolences. His death came at exactly the right time.

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