Mischievous and unpredictable heroine x refined scoundrel
Pseudo-siblings | Seven-year age gap | Mutual possessiveness | Slightly yandere
Wen Chongli was the most important person in Wen Yan's life.
Ever since she learned to speak, the words she said to Wen Chongli most often were, "Brother, I love you."
As she grew up, everyone told her, "Xiao Yan, you're all grown up now. You can't keep clinging to your brother."
Wen Chongli no longer replied as he used to, "I love you too." Instead, he told her, "Xiao Yan, don't say things like that anymore."
She was a little sad, and thought her brother was avoiding her.
She couldn't understand or accept it. After worrying herself sick for a long time, she finally learned the truth when she turned eighteen: she and her brother weren't related by blood.
At last, she could breathe easy.
Loving her brother, it turned out, wasn't wrong.
Wen Chongli came to the Wen family at ten. At eighteen, he made a name for himself in their social circle. At twenty-eight, he took control of a multinational business group and became a ruthless capitalist in the business world.
He knew the Wen family had shown him immense kindness, treating him as one of their own. All his achievements were built on the support they had given him.
His younger sister, Wen Yan, was the little princess of the entire family.
He watched her grow up, took part in every major moment of her life, and saw her become a beautiful, adorable young woman.
Until that night when things got out of hand. The girl slipped off her camisole, as white as a pair of wings, and, with a gaze both innocent and bold, said the words she hadn't said in a long time.
"Brother, I love you."
Wen Chongli looked away, his voice calm.
"Get dressed. Don't call me brother."
Wen Yan looked heartbroken and tried to come hug him. "Does my brother not love me anymore?"
"It's my fault." Wen Chongli looked elsewhere. "I didn't raise you right."
Wen Yan's eyes reddened, and she accused him resentfully, "Wen Chongli, you're a coward!"
Her voice was the sweetest music in the world, yet it shattered the mask of the good big brother he'd put on in an instant.
"What kind of brother gets turned on by his sister?"
One day, shocking news broke: Wen Chongli's background was made public. It turned out that he had ended his adoption by the Wen family ten years ago.
Then Wen Chongli openly transferred all his shares to Wen Yan.
Everyone said this was his way of repaying his debt to the family before cutting ties with them.
Of course Wen Chongli didn't deserve to be called a brother when he harbored improper feelings for his sister.
Only he knew that those feelings were like twisted, frenzied vines, buried deep in his heart and tormenting him day and night for more than a decade.
That night, Wen Chongli shed every pretense. His eyes were filled with sick desire, like a tide without end.
He leaned close to her ear, his movements rough, coaxing her with an almost tender voice. "Slow down? Then beg me, Xiao Yan."
"Brother, please..."
"That's wrong," he patiently corrected her. "When you're begging for mercy in bed, call me by my name."
"Brother is guilty. He'll go to hell, but Wen Chongli won't."
"Wen Chongli loves you."
For more than a decade, whenever Wen Chongli woke from a passionate dream, he felt as if he were in the eighteenth level of hell, his dark, despicable heart scorched and laid bare.
He didn't want to escape. He even welcomed it.
[Reader's Guide]
1. 1v1, happy ending, both leads sexually inexperienced
2. No blood relation, adoption has been legally dissolved
Theme: Defy convention
