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I said I wanted to study and apply to XX University, specifically the Finance Department. Why the Finance Department? It was because my sister had always pushed me to work hard and earn money for her to spend.
"The school has its own rules. You can ask Teacher for help next time," she suggested.
"Ask Teacher? Will that even help? My elementary school homeroom teacher didn't care about me," I expressed my doubts.
"Give it a try," my sister smiled. "The high school teachers are different from the elementary ones."
The next day, I mustered up my courage and approached my homeroom teacher, telling her everything that had happened.
After listening, Teacher took it very seriously and immediately called in Ning Zebai.
Ning Zebai stood in Teacher's office, looking defiant.
Teacher promptly changed my seat so I no longer had to interact with Ning Zebai during class.
Ning Zebai agreed not to bother me anymore. He actually kept his word, acting as if the person who had been causing me trouble just the day before didn't exist.
I overheard him say, "I thought he was different from others; turns out he just goes to Teacher to complain."
When I got home, I told my mother about it.
I thought she would be pleased, but instead, she was even angrier.
"You went to Teacher to complain? What will Ning Zebai's parents think? How do you think others will see you?"
My mom kept saying that my sister was ruining my chances. She claimed I wasn't a good sister and that my sister was only looking out for me.
But she couldn't do anything about my sister.
My sister kept a close watch on me.
Later on, I heard that Ning Zebai still wasn't studying; he went from failing exams to skipping classes and getting into fights. Eventually, he got into trouble for hurting someone and ended up in detention.
But none of that mattered to me anymore. I was busy every day.
Not only did I have to maintain my position as the top student in my grade, but I also had to practice Sanda in my spare time and work on starting a business.
Every day was a struggle under my sister's demands. She would provide a plan, and it was up to me to assess its feasibility; if it was feasible, I had to execute it myself.
After three years, my startup had gained a bit of recognition. But aside from my sister, no one knew it was my company. I thought I would continue living like this until I met Du Ruoshan at A University.
That day, the sun shone just right, casting dappled light through the gaps in the leaves. I was holding a book, my head down as I hurried along the shaded path when I unexpectedly bumped into someone, and my books scattered all over the ground with a loud thud.
"I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!" I hurriedly apologized as I bent down to pick up my books. A bony hand reached out to help me retrieve a thick copy of Principles of Economics.
I looked up and met a pair of deep-set eyes. Those eyes seemed to hold the stars and the ocean, concealing endless secrets that made one want to explore further.
"It's fine," he said, handing me the book in a deep, magnetic voice.
I took the book, my heart inexplicably racing. "Thank you."
He smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth. "You're a freshman, right? I'm Du Ruoshan, a third-year in the Economics Department."
"I'm Ning Xinghan, also from the Economics Department."
"Ning Xinghan..." he repeated my name, a flicker of something unnoticeable passing through his gaze. "That's a beautiful name."
My cheeks flushed bright red as I looked down. "Thank you."
"If you need any help, feel free to ask me."
After saying that, he turned and walked away, his tall and upright figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.
I stood there dazed, gripping my book tightly while my heart continued to pound. Du Ruoshan—his name planted itself like a seed in my heart, taking root and sprouting.
In the days that followed, I found myself thinking of him at unexpected moments. In the library, in the cafeteria, in every corner of campus, it felt as if I could sense his presence.
I began to pay attention to everything about him—his class schedule, his club activities, his favorite coffee shop... I felt like I was under a spell, unable to control my desire to get closer to him.
I started to create "coincidences," sitting "accidentally" across from him in the library, lining up "by chance" behind him in the cafeteria, and "pretending" to read in his favorite coffee shop...
I knew my actions were foolish and even somewhat pathetic, but I couldn't help myself. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I rushed towards him without hesitation.
One day, I "ran into" him at the library and mustered up the courage to ask, "Senior, could you please help me with some economics tutoring? There are some things I don't quite understand."
He looked at me, his gaze carrying a hint of curiosity. "Sure, but I've been quite busy lately, so I might not have much time."
"That's fine, I can work around your schedule," I quickly replied, fearing he would refuse.
Thus began our "tutoring" sessions. Each time we met, I would dress carefully and spritz on a light fragrance. I tried my best to present my best self, hoping he would notice me and develop feelings for me.
However, he always remained calm and distant. I felt lost and frustrated, but I didn't give up. I told myself that as long as I persevered, one day he would see my worth and come to like me.
I started appearing more frequently in his life—bringing him breakfast, helping him organize his notes, accompanying him to club activities... Everyone knew that Du Ruoshan had a little tail now, and that tail was... a boy.
I spun around like a top, desperately trying to get closer to him. Yet he maintained his distance. He politely accepted my kindness, but there was never a trace of warmth in his eyes. I felt like I wasn't doing enough.
Every morning, I would check if he had messaged me. Each time my phone vibrated, I would grab it eagerly to see if it was him reaching out. Even while showering, I couldn't relax.
After a long while, Du Ruoshan finally relented.
He said nothing as he led me away. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, feeling like it might leap out at any moment. It wasn't until we reached our destination that I realized Du Ruoshan had brought me to a hotel.
There was hardly any space to sit in the room; I nervously clutched the hem of my T-shirt, which was nearly crumpled from my fidgeting.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Du Ruoshan's cool voice echoed in my ears.
I shook my head. Though I had never been in a relationship before, I knew what was likely to happen next.
His icy fingertips brushed against my flushed cheek, causing me to involuntarily part my lips slightly. In the next moment, Du Ruoshan's fingers slipped into my mouth, teasingly playing with my tongue as if it were a puppy.
My mind seemed to hit the pause button; everything froze in an instant, and my heartbeat felt like it had vanished. Perhaps overwhelmed by the sensation, my eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.
A soft laugh echoed, and Du Ruoshan seemed to say something, but I couldn't catch any of it. His fingers slipped from his mouth, still glistening with my saliva, which brought me back to reality just a little.
The corners of Du Ruoshan's mouth curled up slightly as his eyes locked onto mine. I could clearly see my own reflection in his pupils—pale and flushed…
Lying on the bed, I felt his icy fingers slip beneath the hem of my clothing. My eyes reddened as I clutched at my garment. He leaned closer, gazing at my rounded earlobe, transitioning from kisses to gentle bites. The sharp sensation made me instinctively let out a soft sound.
The cold touch glided over my waist and abdomen, slowly creeping upward. As he brushed against my sensitive spots, I curled up in response, yet my knees were firmly pinned down.
With a click, the clasp was undone. I forgot to think, or perhaps I didn’t want to think; all I wanted was to instinctively hold onto him tighter and tighter.
I breathed softly, wrapping my arms around his Uke lders and pressing myself against him. Du Ruoshan left one red mark after another on my fair skin, causing my head to tilt back involuntarily.
I strangely felt that what my mother said was right; being fair-skinned and soft-bodied was indeed more advantageous. I was lost in his fingertips, enchanted by everything about him.
So much so that I didn’t even notice that despite me being nearly stripped bare, his clothes remained impeccably neat.
Du Ruoshan paused his movements, looking at me as if admiring a perfect piece of art. He turned me around in his embrace.
I found myself kneeling before him. Gazing at the bulging shape before me, my hands trembled with the urge to pull back. But for the first time, Du Ruoshan took hold of me, guiding me to undo the drawstring.
Suddenly, he pressed a kiss to the corner of my eye; his strong hand rested on my Uke lder, gently urging me closer. I felt heat radiating from him, accompanied by a raw scent that overwhelmed me.
Instinctively, I wanted to retreat, but the pressure of his hand on my Uke lder only intensified. Following his lead, I parted my lips slightly.
Then the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Before I could turn around, a nearby blanket fell over my head. All I heard next were the sounds of fists hitting flesh and cries for mercy.
Wrapped in the blanket with only my head exposed, I felt a chill run down my spine as I recognized the newcomer.
My sister, Yu Yuanyuan, how did she find her way here?
She glanced at me, and the disappointment in her eyes sent a chill down my spine. Without her saying anything, I wrapped myself in the blanket and scrambled to find my clothes, rustling around until I managed to get dressed.
"Sister..." I spoke cautiously, my voice dry like sandpaper.
Seeing that she ignored me, I shrank back, not daring to say another word. Her gaze fell on Du Ruoshan, who was lying on the floor with a bruised face, and her brows furrowed slightly. "What happened here?"
Before I could explain, Du Ruoshan jumped in, "It was him! He was the one who seduced me!" He pointed at me, his tone filled with grievance and anger.
I widened my eyes in disbelief, staring at him. Du Ruoshan didn’t know my relationship with this woman; he thought she was here to catch a cheating partner and hurriedly tried to explain. But this... this was simply turning black into white!
Just as I was about to retort, Yu Yuanyuan lunged forward and grabbed Du Ruoshan by his collar, lifting him off the ground.
"Say that again?" Her voice was low and dangerous.
Du Ruoshan's face turned pale with fear; his lips trembled, but he didn’t dare make another sound. My sister snorted coldly and slammed him back onto the floor.
She turned to look at me, and I shrank back, trying to explain softly, "Sister, let me explain..."
She said nothing but stared at the skin exposed outside my blanket; I could even hear her grinding her teeth.
I stole a glance at Du Ruoshan lying on the ground; he was looking at me with a resentful glare as if everything was my fault.
I felt even more wronged; it was him who started it...
Noticing my expression, my sister slapped my arm hard. I instinctively raised my arm to block it.
The result was... I got hit anyway, and it hurt quite a bit.
Yes, after practicing Sanda for so many years, I still couldn’t win against my sister.
Aside from my face being untouched, my body was covered in bruises; she didn’t hold back at all.
I covered the sore spots and winced in pain but dared not make a sound.
Seeing Du Ruoshan’s bruised face made the fog in front of me clear up instantly.
Like I had seen a ghost, I was astonished by my previous actions. What was I thinking? How could I have been deceived by Du Ruoshan's sweet talk, almost getting involved in... that kind of thing? Ugh!
Watching Du Ruoshan berate my sister, the charming gentleman facade he usually wore was nowhere to be seen. My anger flared up instantly, ready to explode.
"Shut your mouth, you little brat!" I charged forward, grabbing Du Ruoshan by the collar.
He was startled by my sudden move, staring at me like a dazed goose. "W-what are you doing?" he stammered.
"What am I doing?" I sneered. "You have the nerve to ask me that? Did you not think about the consequences when you insulted my sister? Do you want me to rearrange your face?"
I raised my fist and brought it down hard on his nose.
"Ow!" Du Ruoshan let out a scream like a slaughtered pig as bright red blood streamed from his nose, dripping onto the floor.
"You... you dare hit me? You were the one who liked me and practically begged me to come onto you!" He lifted his head and glared at me fiercely.
"So what if I hit you? I wouldn't look at you even if I were blind! What was I thinking?"
Just as I finished speaking, my sister smacked me on the back of the head for being too harsh.
Du Ruoshan opened his mouth to say something else, but I raised my fist again, ready to strike his annoying face once more. He immediately shut up, shrinking back like a quail, too scared to make a sound.
I shot him a disgusted glance and pulled my sister away to find another room.
As soon as we entered the room, I rushed into the bathroom, turned the shower on full blast, and stood under it, scrubbing myself vigorously.
I felt filthy from Du Ruoshan's presence; it made me sick enough to want to vomit. I scrubbed my body over and over again, wishing I could peel off a layer of skin as if that would wash away all traces of him.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I noticed a brand new set of clothes laid out on the bed—there was no doubt who had bought them.
My heart ached, and tears began to well up in my eyes, but I fought hard not to let them fall. My eyes were red as I hugged the clothes tightly and went back into the bathroom.
It wasn't until I had cleaned myself up that I dared to open the bathroom door.
I kept my head down like a child who had done something wrong, too afraid to look at my sister. After what felt like an eternity without her scolding me, I felt a gentle hand resting on my damp hair.
That hand softly stroked my hair, soothing my nearly broken heart.
I finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, diving into her embrace like a dam that had broken. My sister, who was shorter than me, nearly lost her balance when I threw myself at her, making my actions seem a bit comical, but at that moment, I couldn't care less.
I cried with such intensity that it felt like I was draining every tear I had in me.
【Host, how could you hit the male lead! How can we proceed with the plot now…】
【You little fool, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll hit you too!】
"Pop."
I cried so hard that I accidentally blew a bubble from my nose. My sister pushed me away with a look of disdain, wiping the snot and tears I had smeared on her clothes with a tissue.
I clutched the hem of my shirt and stole a glance at her.
"Have you thought about what to do next?" she asked, tossing away the ruined tissue with a frown.
I paused for a moment before mumbling like a mosquito, "I want to study abroad. The Department Head asked me about exchange programs not long ago."
I steadied myself and shared my plans with her, watching her carefully afterward, afraid she might disagree.
"If you want to go, then go. You have to learn to fly on your own," she said.
Two years later, the plane landed smoothly.
I stood in the bustling airport hall, taking a deep breath and savoring the familiar air I hadn't experienced in so long; emotions surged within me.
It had been two whole years, and I was finally back.
My phone buzzed with a message from my sister: 【Have you landed? I'm here to pick you up.】
I quickly replied: 【I'm here, sis.】
Before long, I spotted her familiar figure waiting at the exit, looking eagerly for me.
Today, she wore a sharp business suit, her long black hair tied up high, exuding the image of a capable woman.
"Sis!"
I waved as I hurried towards her.
She greeted me with a big hug before stepping back to assess me from head to toe. "Hmm, not bad. You look much more spirited than before."
I smiled; two years had been enough for me to shed my youthful naivety. Now, I felt more confident.
After all, the company I founded in high school had become an industry leader, expanding its reach into various fields such as dining and entertainment.
I planned to head to the office first to deal with some overdue contracts before returning home for dinner later that evening.
I never expected to see someone so unexpected at the company. Du Ruoshan.
The person before me, compared to his college days, had lost some of his youthful innocence but gained a few more signs of being streetwise. He sat down directly on the sofa across from me, pulled out a bank card, and with a loud "thud," tossed it onto the table.
"I heard you’re back. Be my person, and you can use this card as you like."
He was confident that I wouldn’t refuse; after all, he was now the son-in-law of a wealthy family, and just a little money from their fingers would be enough to support me.
"There’s only one condition: you cannot appear in front of my wife, meaning she must not know about our relationship."
What a piece of work! How could I have been so blind to fall for such a scoundrel? Not to mention that his wife was just a pampered rich girl; even if she were wealthy, I wouldn’t be afraid.
I immediately called security to throw him out and even sent a copy of the surveillance video to his wife. As for how she would handle it afterward, that was none of my concern. After all, someone so insignificant wasn’t worth my time and effort.
He needed help. Those four words were what I wanted to say to Du Ruoshan.
At the dinner table, there were only my father, sister, and me. When I went abroad, my sister had already told my father everything about how our mother wanted to shape me and what she had done to me in the past.
After listening, my father’s face turned ashen, and he said nothing. He didn’t understand why our mother had become this way either. After discussing it together, they decided to send her to a rehabilitation center. When my sister told me about this decision, I didn’t stop her; after all… I didn’t understand her either.
After dinner, my father went back to his room to handle some matters. My sister suddenly walked up to me, stood on her tiptoes, and gently patted my head.
"That’s more like it! My wonderful little brother deserves better than to be mistreated by others."
This was the first time I heard my sister praise me. She didn’t tell me about systems or danmei novels. I didn’t ask either. That was enough for me.
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