60 Crossing the Line

◎What should I do if the documents are discovered?◎

The next day, Yi Xing.

"Hello, Xiaowei. You look very eye-catching today."

"Thank you. Hello to you too."

"Ms. Wei bought new clothes again? They look really nice."

“Hey, thank you~”

"Boss Wei, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"No, you work hard."

Along the way, Liang Youwei greeted people with a smile while walking forward with her mini lambskin pillow bag, her high heels making a tapping sound on the marble floor.

Her job position, assigned by Liang Zhihui as Marketing Manager, gave her considerable influence. However, due to her limited expertise, Liang Youwei rarely gave specific instructions to the marketing department, remaining largely a figurehead.

Manager Yang, who is at the same level as her, has a good temper and knows how to use people. After learning that Liang Youwei's daily hobby is surfing the Internet, he took the initiative to ask her to be responsible for product promotion and advertising promotion.

Since this job is related to her interest, Liang Youwei is happy to do it.

"Mr. Wei, my contract as brand ambassador for the CS boy band is about to expire. The company is currently considering renewing the contract. What are your thoughts?"

After entering the meeting room, the girls who usually joked with her became serious and handled the matter in a businesslike manner.

Liang Youwei flipped through the folder, looking conflicted. "I think there's no need to renew the team contract. From what I know, Yao Yaoyao—the founder of Yaoguang—will poach individual members from this group to become Yaoguang brand confidants. If all goes well, they could become global spokespeople. We're family, so don't make things difficult for her."

Everyone in Yixing Group is very good at making charts, and Liang Youwei can clearly see the changes in Zhiliang’s sales and net income over the years.

It has to be said that it's really easy to make money from star-chasing girls, especially the newly emerging idol fan groups in recent years. They are really willing to spend money. Liang Youwei sighed, no wonder Shao Sheng cherishes his fans so much and invests real money in them. This love is too strong.

Someone understood and asked, "Does Wei want to sign someone individually? Almost a year after debuting, the fan base within CS has become quite polarized. Some people's traffic really can't match the popularity of their teammates."

As soon as this was said, someone corrected him: "Traffic can be manipulated. It depends on whose fans spend the most money. For example, Shao Shengxu and Yi Miao were tied together to sell homosexuality, and their crazy CP fans are the most noisy. But because we didn't let them shoot the same series of products, they kept shouting about boycotting, so their sales are normal, which doesn't match their super high popularity online."

"But speaking of it, the benefits of selling CPs are indeed obvious. The girl group next door has already set a good example with their yuri style, so why not try a gay style this year?"

"Ah, this is not good, right? Shao Shengxu Yimiao's toxic fans are quite powerful. They open their mouths and talk about their parents and ancestors. It's very scary. We have to pay extra PR fees. It's not worth it."

“…”

Liang Youwei listened attentively to their conversation, her brow furrowing ever tighter. After a passionate discussion, everyone realized they had reached a dead end and, without prior agreement, turned their gazes to her, saying, "Boss Wei, what do you think?"

Alas, I was called upon to speak again.

Liang Youwei sighed silently, lowered her hand supporting her face, and tried to keep her voice serious. "Well... everyone has their reasons. But I think the brand spokesperson still has to be based on fit, right? Last year's theme was youth, so we hired a boy band with an average age of 21 and a popular young actress. But this year, the drafts and concepts sent by the design department are quite elegant, set in an underwater world. So we need a change, at least someone with a very elegant and mysterious temperament..."

…

The afternoon meeting lasted three hours.

Leaving her seat, Liang Youwei felt like her waist was about to break; it was agonizingly sore. No wonder she saw her colleagues each had a lumbar support cushion—they were so smart! She should learn from them...

She knocked her lower back with her fist, half-closed her eyes and thought, because she didn't look at the road, she bumped directly into the arms of the person who came.

"Brother, you came down so soon? Is it already half past six?"

Seeing who it was, Liang Youwei's eyes lit up and she subconsciously wanted to hug him. But as soon as she raised her arms, she remembered their identities. Her heart skipped a beat and she slowly lowered her hands.

Liang Ting'an, however, acted as if he didn't care about other people's gazes. He naturally reached out and touched the back of her head, saying, "It's 6:20 now, and it's almost time to get off work. I wanted to check in on you and see what you're doing."

"I just finished a meeting. Man, this is my first time having a three-hour meeting. There are so many intricacies involved in spokespersons and marketing direction that I couldn't finish in half an afternoon."

Liang Youwei felt that she finally had a say in this matter, and quickly forgot her disappointment and became excited. The two walked into the office while talking.

Liang Ting'an listened patiently throughout the whole process, helped her clean up the desk, shut down the computer, turn off the power in the office, and finally picked up the ridiculously small bag.

"Let's go home."

Liang Ting'an doesn't have many hobbies. Apart from free fighting, jogging, long-distance running, and badminton, studying food is one of them.

They say cooking requires years of experience, but he seemed to have already mastered the Ren and Du meridians, and could easily cook any cuisine. Except for the first two times when the taste was mediocre, the third time was basically delicious.

Just like at the Xia Mansion restaurant right now, the square, luxurious stone dining table was already filled with Liang Youwei's favorite home-cooked dishes: braised pork, crucian carp soup, river prawns, pickled pork with preserved vegetables... practically covering the entire table.

It took a total of two hours, and the results were remarkable.

"Brother, is today a good day? Why are there so many delicious dishes?"

At half past eight, Liang Youwei, who had just finished dancing on the video game console, took a quick shower and walked into the restaurant. She opened her mouth in surprise. Is that a bit exaggerated?

"Maybe. Sit down first." Liang Ting'an smiled, which was better than nothing, and pulled out a chair for her.

Even though she could barely be considered "battle-hardened," Liang Youwei's sensitivity to danger was still very poor. She happily ate and chatted throughout the meal, completely unaware that anything was amiss. Even when Liang Ting'an entered the study, she followed him without noticing.

Liang Ting'an's study boasts a light, fresh color scheme, with a primary theme of Song Dynasty elegance. The view is spacious and open. Liang Youwei, hands behind her back, hopped in, humming a song. She stepped around a folding screen covered in a replica of the painting Along the River During the Qingming Festival and poked her head out.

"Brother, do you still have work today?"

"No. I'm just thinking about something." Liang Ting'an had no expression on his face. He calmly opened the wooden drawer and took out the documents inside.

Liang Youwei took a few steps closer, a little curious: "What is this? It's so small, and it doesn't look like a contract."

Liang Ting'an moved steadily and opened the document in front of her.

"Weiwei, you were in a relationship in the past, and you did what you were supposed to do. I can't say anything to you. But you know how much I've cared about your health in recent years."

Although she was curious, Liang Youwei didn't get permission after all, so she didn't look away and just listened attentively to what the other party said. However, the more she listened, the more confused she became:

"I know, I know that brother cares about me very much... Brother, what do you want to say?"

She'd done so many bad things. If she had been unkind to Liang Ting'an... she'd probably have slept with Qin Zhen? But normal sexual activity wouldn't harm the body, right?

Ever since the first time he got too angry, Qin Zhen didn't even dare to say anything cold.

She is currently in good physical and mental health.

"Since you know that your brother cares about you so much, then why don't you take safety measures?" The man slowly raised his eyes, his dark eyes were bottomless, containing an unknown storm.

Safety...measures?

Liang Youwei was stunned. What safety measures?

Seeing the other party's cluelessness, Liang Ting'an's anger grew even more intense. With a blank expression, he spat out three words: "Birth control pills."

Suddenly, Liang Youwei's ears buzzed.

Did Big Brother know about that? He actually knew? How did he know? I had clearly kept it a secret, and there was no way Zhao Lingyu would tell anyone about it! Or did Liang Ting'an install surveillance cameras in her private residence, so he knew everything?

Under her suddenly frightened and uneasy gaze, Liang Ting'an completely opened the purchase receipt for the birth control pills.

The glaringly familiar "evidence" made Liang Youwei's body stiffen, her mind blank. But soon, the instinct to survive, etched in her genes, urged her to speak, accusing the other party and turning the gun on him: "Brother, why are you checking my things again? I'm an adult and I have the right to shop freely—"

“No.”

Liang Ting'an gave a sarcastic smile, if that could be considered a smile, and said coldly, "It was you who didn't take good care of your things and sent the receipts directly to the dry cleaners. Weiwei, you should be thankful that I happened to be there yesterday and that I happened to clean out your pockets."

"If someone else saw something like this on your clothes, what would they think?"

Premarital sex is not something worthy of criticism. What will be talked about is that Liang Youwei did not hesitate to take special contraceptive pills for the sake of a man's experience.

How much love is this? How humble is this?

Liang Ting'an really couldn't understand what his sister was thinking about all day. Even he, a man, knew the harm that birth control pills could do to the human body. Did Liang Youwei lose her mind by watching videos on her phone?

Sooner or later he would take away her broken phone and her spare one.

The girl pursed her lips and blinked rapidly, not daring to look him in the eye.

Since, since it was an accidental discovery, she seemed to have no reason to blame the other party...

The room was silent and the air was stagnant.

Liang Ting'an stood up and gradually walked towards her.

Liang Youwei swallowed and retreated silently.

The sound of the cotton slippers stepping on the hard wooden floor was particularly dull, like a death knell knocking at the heart.

The closer he got to Liang Youwei, the more the man thought of Qin Zhen’s disgusting face.

He couldn't help but wonder, would Qin Zhen also be kissed by his sister so timidly yet firmly? Would Qin Zhen also respond to his sister's kiss with such passion? He could even be far more passionate than himself.

Because the location is different. Because the clothes are different. Because the identities are different.

And what about his sister? Would she blush too? Would she call out his name too? Would she even pant and moan...

Just thinking about it was too much for Liang Ting'an. He was mad with jealousy, it hurt. Those caught in the undercurrent of jealousy were constantly breaking the boundaries of what was called brother and sister.

He took a step forward, and she took a step back.

Until there was no way to retreat, her fair white calves suddenly touched the cold ironwood. She raised her eyes, and saw her elder brother's cold and sarcastic gaze. She lowered her eyebrows, and there was no escape from the narrow space again.

A deep feeling of powerlessness came over Liang Youwei, and her whole body softened, almost collapsing on the armchair.

Brother, brother has never looked at me like this before... She must think of a way. She can't just sit there and wait for death. She can't let her brother get really angry...

"With whom?"

However, before Liang Youwei could explain herself, Liang Ting'an stepped forward, his tall body completely covering her, leaving no room for her to move, and pressing down completely with his shadow.

How could he ask such a question when he already knew the answer? Who else could it be?

As brain cells died at an accelerated rate, the body trembled uncontrollably, and the lips turned pale. Liang Youwei's eyes evaded, and she wanted to change the subject: "Brother, brother, don't do this, I'm scared..."

This time, Liang Ting'an was closer to her, and the faint scent of agarwood on his body enveloped her.

"What? What are you afraid of? Youwei, you lied to your brother again."

But Liang Youwei's focus is unusual.

Liang Ting'an still called himself "brother", which meant that he wasn't angry enough to be completely angry, right? Her eyes lit up.

But just as she was about to speak coquettishly, a strange and hot touch on her waist and abdomen made her pupils dilate instantly.

Liang Youwei is no longer an ignorant little girl. She knows exactly what this represents and what it implies.

It turns out that he has more desire than anger.

Liang Youwei's eyes lit up slightly, and a thought flashed through her mind.

In this confrontation, Liang Ting'an lost.

The offensive and defensive situations are different.

Her voice was trembling, her tone was aggrieved, yet her heart was beating wildly with pride. She had no intention of correcting herself: "But brother, I really didn't mean it."

This time, without waiting for him to speak, she took the initiative to move closer, hooked her arms around his neck, and moved in a flash.

Her eyes were aggrieved and wet.

"Will you forgive me?"

As if he had caught some meaning, Liang Ting'an's eyes dimmed and his brows tightened: "Liang Youwei, do you think--"

It was Liang Youwei's kiss that interrupted him.

…

The white light trembles, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, while the pink light is thick and gorgeous.

His ten bony fingers suddenly released the pillow, trembled in the air for a few moments, then held on to the other party again, moving slowly downwards.

Her voice was barely audible, fragile, yet innocent.

"In the past, it was my brother who tolerated me; now, it's my turn... to tolerate my brother."

Liang Ting'an paused, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her cheek with his fingertips. His voice was hoarse, and he could barely suppress his desire and impulse. His eyes were dark. "Who taught you that?"

“No one taught me… um—”

Liang Youwei suddenly groaned, with a crying tone: "Brother, why did you suddenly become so fierce..."

"Don't ever say that again."

Liang Tingan bit her as a warning.

…

When it was over, Liang Ting'an took Liang Youwei to the shower and cleaned up the room, throwing the condoms into the trash. He didn't feel comfortable asking the housekeeper to clean up, so he just did it himself.

The next day.

Liang Ting'an looked at the red marks on her body with a complicated expression. All his irrational thoughts had been washed away by time. He sighed silently, but his hands wrapped around her tighter, his long arms wrapped around her back in a completely protective posture.

It was his fault. He couldn't help it.

She shed many tears during the conversation, her voice breaking into fragments, but she never said a single "no." At most, she just grabbed his shoulder and called him "brother" in a soft voice. But she had to be mean in the end. Because of her late reply the night before, he had kept her hanging for six minutes, his shoulders almost shaking.

Liang Youwei has always been spoiled, and it was her first time, and she was still angry... Liang Ting'an frowned and kissed her forehead gently.

It's all his fault.

He shouldn't do this at a time like this.

We shouldn't have done it so many times, causing her to become so swollen.

"Brother..." The girl murmured in a half-awake state after sleeping long enough. Liang Ting'an noticed something and looked down at her: "Hmm?"

Liang Youwei barely opened her right eye to see the person next to her. She spoke incoherently and raised her arm slightly: "Hold me."

She said this countless times last night, and it has become a habit now. Liang Youwei likes the position of being held, and also likes the position where she can see her face, which makes her feel safe.

Most of the time, she gets scared when she can't see anyone.

The person opposite her paused for a moment and gently stroked her back, "Yeah. I'm holding her."

Liang Youwei was half awake, her mind still unclear, but she was still worried about a few things: "What are we going to eat in the morning?"

Liang Ting'an: "...What do you want to eat?"

It's already noon.

The person in his arms hummed: "Little wontons."

Liang Ting'an brushed away her hair and said, "Okay. Brother will send a message to someone right away and have them send the fresh meat over. It will be packed soon."

Liang Youwei couldn't help laughing and rubbed his chest.

So soft, so big, so fragrant, I love it. As expected of a boxer.

"Are you feeling unwell?" After enduring for a long time, Liang Ting'an finally spoke and asked softly.

When facing her relatives, Liang Youwei always says what she thinks: "Well... my legs are sore, my arms are sore, my lower body is sore, anyway, it's sore..."

For the first time in his life, Liang Ting'an felt ashamed. He apologized in a low voice: "Youwei, it's my fault."

Liang Youwei didn't understand what he was talking about. Her brother had clearly performed well, except that he was a little too strong and a little stiff at first. But he was such a good cook, so he'd mastered the art of improvement, so this kind of thing should be the same.

So, she tried to lift her weak arms and put her arms around her brother's waist: "But I think you are very good."

Liang Ting'an's body stiffened again.

"Weiwei," he took a deep breath calmly, "You rest for a while, brother will go to make breakfast first, okay?"

It was already rising, and the more it was rubbed, the higher it rose.

Liang Youwei felt a little regretful, but she still let go: "Oh."

The wontons are important.

.

Breakfast, or lunch, is still prepared by Liang Ting'an alone, without any help from anyone else.

"Weiwei, are you still not feeling well?"

The wontons were ready, and there were also some fresh side dishes, but Liang Youwei still looked gloomy, and it took her a long time to scoop a spoonful into her mouth. Liang Ting'an frowned and said something worriedly.

The girl slowly shook her head, looking worried. "No, I just suddenly lost my appetite and don't want to eat anymore."

Is it possible to change a person’s taste in just thirty minutes now?

Liang Ting'an said patiently: "Is there anything you want to eat now? Just a bite or two will do." After saying that, he reached out and touched his sister's forehead just in case.

Maybe she has a fever. Last night after taking a bath, she felt too hot and refused to cover herself with the quilt. Liang Tingan forced himself to stay awake and waited until she fell asleep before pulling the quilt over her body.

Liang Youwei leaned her head close to him, listlessly saying, "I'll just have some milk tea later, with taro balls and some starch to keep me from getting hungry."

“…Nonsense.”

The temperature is just right and there is no sneezing.

"Didn't my brother say that I can cook whatever I want to eat?" Liang Youwei blinked, looking aggrieved and pitiful, which made people love her.

Liang Ting'an had no idea what to do with her. He opened the food delivery app and handed her his phone: "Whatever brand you want, order it yourself."

"It must be because grandma loves making tea. Ever since Lingyu officially took over, she's specially made three permanent milk teas based on my taste. Every cup is delicious. What makes me even happier is that these three milk teas are selling extremely well, and many people like to drink them. Lingyu hasn't been criticized by anyone~"

Liang Youwei instantly became excited. While mumbling, she quickly ordered the food and added toppings and ice. When she paid, she was surprised and couldn't help laughing: "Brother, you actually have a takeout coupon."

Liang Ting'an said calmly, "Well, Shuyu once asked me to join a takeout red envelope group. She said she wanted to recruit people, but she didn't have any friends, so she had to let me join. I originally wanted to quit after the plan was completed, but I happened to get a coupon once and found it was useful, so I stayed in the group forever."

Liang Youwei paid directly with her fingerprint and wondered, "Brother, is our family going bankrupt?"

The group CEO actually grabbed the red envelopes.

"Don't worry, it's still early. I only think of grabbing it once a month, and it's not like I eat takeout that often."

Liang Ting'an smiled. He never ate takeout. Sometimes, when he remembered to order milk tea and dessert for the secretaries working overtime, he would join the group to grab a large coupon.

Yixing’s overtime meals are too light and unhealthy. The colleagues in the secretariat office don’t say anything, but Liang Tingan knows that they don’t like it. He himself can’t get used to it, so how can he expect his colleagues to like it?

So, in addition to overtime meals, he would treat everyone to milk tea and dessert at his own expense. Yixing's work pressure was high, so he should always be nicer to his employees. This was what Liang Zhihui taught him.

No group's money comes from the wind, and everyone wants to take advantage of any bargain. Moreover, if he buys a lot, even a few dozen yuan discount will not cause the merchant to lose money.

"What do you want to do today? Can you ask Mr. Fang's people to send some new clothes over? Canyu's latest styles haven't hit the runway yet, so you can pick out the ones you like first."

After solving the food problem, Liang Ting'an began to arrange the itinerary for the remaining half day.

"Okay, I don't know what's new."

"Don't be afraid of new ones. You look good in anything."

"...Brother, why are you suddenly so blunt?"

Liang Youwei was a little frightened by his straightforwardness. Her elder brother had always been calm and composed since he was a child. He was the kind of person who could remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe. When she heard this "confession", her face turned red.

Liang Ting'an turned his head away uncomfortably, and lowered his voice: "You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just surprised." Liang Youwei couldn't hold back the smile on her face, it was bright and shining with pride, "And brother, have you wanted to kiss me a long time ago? Otherwise-"

She drawled out her words, her hands supporting her chin like flowers blooming, and said slowly: "Why are there so many condoms in your bedside table? Let me think, strawberry flavor, peach, ultra-thin, spiral pattern..."

Liang Ting'an couldn't bear to listen any longer and helplessly covered her mouth, blood dripping from the tip of her ear: "Youwei, brother is eating."

Besides, he wasn't in a good mood when he bought the condom and didn't want to recall it.

Liang Youwei didn't care about all that. She just wanted to tease her brother, so she pulled his hand down directly, her eyes sparkling: "Are you right? How long have you been planning this? Tell the truth. That's a whole cabinet full of condoms. I don't believe you bought them all at once."

At least forty or fifty boxes, and only one fortieth of them was used last night.

It was indeed different after having actual sex. Liang Ting'an felt that his sister was almost flying to heaven and was about to ride on his face.

But then again, even if someone really rode on his face, he would just compromise and accept it.

At this moment, Liang Ting'an sighed: "Do you really want to know?"

This is what you need to know.

Liang Youwei didn't notice anything was wrong, her tail was about to rise to the sky: "I want to ~"

"Starting on October 20th and ending at the end of November, one box a day." Without even thinking too much about it, he gave an extremely precise time point in a concise and concise manner.

Liang Youwei was stunned on the spot: "What happened during that time? How could you... buy a box a day?"

And they kept buying for more than a month? What a thrill that must be!

Liang Ting'an sneered, his tone inexplicable: "Ask your boyfriend at the time."

【Author’s words】

20 random small gifts to celebrate the big brother's virginity~

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PPS: The next chapter will contain spoilers for the Korean movie "The Handmaiden". If you haven't seen it yet and want to watch it, please don't read the next chapter for now.