Older man, pseudo-incest, groveling redemption, gloomy and blunt younger woman x aloof, flirtatious older brother
Please read the [Before You Read] section at the bottom before starting.
A Chan had known from a very young age that she wasn't Xie Weiqing's biological younger sister.
Xie Weiqing was precocious from childhood, renowned as a child prodigy throughout the surrounding villages. He passed the highest imperial exam at an unusually young age and went to the capital to serve as an official.
He was also blessed with extraordinary good looks, radiant as the spring moon. Everyone adored him, from the daughters of officials to old women in the countryside.
A Chan, by contrast, was just a little beggar who'd struck incredible luck to be taken in by Xie Weiqing and allowed to stay with him all these years.
She tried her best to learn how to take care of him.
When a sewing needle pricked her fingertip, she sucked away the blood. When chopping wood hurt her hand, she hid the wound and acted as if nothing had happened in front of him.
A Chan knew her love was humble, and she never asked Xie Weiqing for anything in return.
So when word came that Xie Weiqing was getting married, A Chan wasn't the least bit surprised.
She simply went to the capital to congratulate her brother.
Then that night, she used underhanded means to take his first time.
A Chan would never forget the look in Xie Weiqing's eyes when he woke. His usually warm, beautiful eyes were filled with surprise, anger, and disgust.
"Get out." His voice was cold. "Leave the capital. I never want to see you again."
A Chan slunk away, but on the journey home, she accidentally fell off a cliff and met a premature end.
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When she opened her eyes again, A Chan had been reborn at the moment Xie Weiqing had just passed the highest imperial exam.
None of her mistakes had happened yet.
A Chan decided to put away her inappropriate feelings and use her status as the top scholar's younger sister to find herself a suitable husband.
She would leave home, stand on her own two feet, care for her husband and raise children, and become the most ordinary young wife imaginable.
The capital and the Wang family should have nothing more to do with her. She even planned to stop contacting Xie Weiqing.
But on the eve of her wedding, the man who had always been so composed and self-assured took her hand and begged her not to leave.
A Chan rejected him. "You're my brother. For siblings to marry would violate the moral order."
What A Chan didn't know was that when she woke the next day, she wouldn't be in her wedding sedan. She'd be in a strange, dark room.
A pair of slender ankles was circled by gleaming silver shackles. In the darkness, a large hand grasped her ankle bone and gently rubbed it.
A Chan looked up in terror and met a pair of unfathomable eyes.
Xie Weiqing twirled a thin undergarment between his fingertips and held it out to her.
"Dear little sister," he said. "The person hiding in my bed that night... was you, wasn't it?"
[Before You Read]
- The male lead will recover some of his memories later on. His only romantic relationship is with the female lead.
- Anti-piracy measures are enabled at 80%. No unsolicited writing advice.
Theme: Who can say that true feelings aren't moving?
