Seeing his loved ones so heartbroken for him, Lü Xiangsong, a soft-hearted boy, naturally felt a pang of guilt. He reached out, wanting to stroke Wuyou's face and wipe away his tears, but he could do nothing.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Lü Xiangsong felt his body being dragged, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly. When he came to his senses again, he found himself in an unfamiliar scene.
"Brother Fengzhu, mua~" The girl's playful voice rang out, followed by sticky, wet sounds as the man and woman's bodies pressed tightly together, and a hot atmosphere spread out.
Lu Xiangsong glanced at her briefly before immediately turning his head away politely, not daring to look again. He wanted to drift further away, after all, witnessing his sister and friend being intimate always made him feel uncomfortable.
Next came the couple's intimate time: shopping, watching movies, and having dinner. Evening fell, and Lü Xiangsong didn't want to follow them around like a lunatic. But now he was a spirit, drawn by some unknown force, constantly following them at a distance, as if a rope was tethering them.
No one could explain the situation, so Lü Xiangsong could only passively accept following his sister home.
Lü Jia remained the same as before, the lights were on, but compared to the lively atmosphere of the past, there was a sense of calm and desolation.
At one corner of the long dining table, Lü Jiaqi sat quietly, picking at her food with a calm expression. Hearing the noise at the door, she merely glanced at it casually before turning away to continue eating, without even a desire to greet anyone.
Seeing that no one around was paying attention to this place, Lü Xuewei had an idea. She put on a smile, walked over and sat down next to Lü Jiaqi, and casually brushed the stray hairs from her forehead. "Little sister, I'm really sorry about what happened during the day. It's just that Brother Fengzhu cares about me too much, which is why he spoke to you like that. I apologize on his behalf. I hope you don't mind. He's just too worried about me."
The way he said it sounded so smug. A sense of pride clung to every word, exerting immense power like sharp needles.
Women's observational skills are unmatched, especially when it comes to emotions. Although Lü Jiaqi usually takes Wuyou as his role model and always has a cold face that reveals no emotion, Lü Xuewei still carefully discovered his affection for Ji Fengzhu.
Ji Fengzhu was handsome, from a good family, gentle and considerate towards her, and disdainful of other women—a true modern man. Lü Xuewei was naturally satisfied with him; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen him from among so many suitors. What pleased him most was Lü Jiaqi's affection for Ji Fengzhu. After all, what's fought for is always the most desirable; who would want something no one else wants?
At the age of fifteen, Lü Xuewei kept it firmly in her heart. If it weren't for Lü Jiaqi's sudden appearance, her position wouldn't have become so awkward in an instant, forcing her to work hard to manage everything, which led to her current status and prosperity.
In his heart, Lü Jiaqi was a plunderer who had taken everything from him, leaving him with nothing. His hatred for Lü Jiaqi was self-evident.
He lost the battle for social status; but she won the battle for a man, which brought her endless satisfaction and pride.
Upon hearing this, Lü Jiaqi stopped what he was doing, slammed down his chopsticks, and couldn't help but glare at Lü Xuewei. Although his feelings for Ji Fengzhu had faded considerably, he was still disgusted by the other woman's blatant boasting.
"Sister, you're really laughing! You were crying so hard in broad daylight that you almost fainted. I'm truly ashamed of myself. Your face-changing skills are amazing."
Because there was no one around, Lü Xuewei spoke with even less restraint, and she couldn't help but pour out the pent-up frustrations she had held in her heart.
"Oh, little sister, your words are so sour, they're making my teeth ache. You know, gentle women are more likely to fall in love. What man would be interested in an ice queen like you? Even if he were, it would only be for the power and influence of the Lü family. Thinking about it that way, you're really pathetic, little sister."
The two sisters have never had a good relationship over the years, maintaining only a superficial peace. They've had plenty of backstabbing and sparring in private, but there's no need to pretend and make themselves miserable for no reason.
Even so, Lü Jiaqi never expected Lü Xuewei to speak so harshly, almost like slapping her across the face. Her usually indifferent expression turned gloomy. "Who I marry in the future is none of your concern, as my older sister. Just mind your own business."
Despite being angry, she still didn't use her status as an adopted daughter to provoke Lü Xuewei, which shows Lü Jiaqi's good upbringing.
Although it was just a few words in a conversation, any intelligent person could glean a lot of information from it. Lu Xiangsong, who was in a different form, looked shocked, his mouth slightly open to show his surprise. Were these two really the well-behaved younger sisters he remembered? Lu Jiaqi was alright, just a bit sharp-tongued, but she was no different from usual. However, Lu Xuewei's change was truly too great.
She went from a gentle, harmless, cute, and pretty little white rabbit to a big bad wolf in an instant, giving off a bit of a green tea bitch vibe.
Lu Xiangsong was in a state of mental restructuring, and his mind was somewhat dazed. The two sisters had just had a verbal battle, and neither of them was very happy. They snorted and went their separate ways.
Lü Xiangsong was thus dragged into a sea of pink, the room filled with girlish charm laid bare before him.
"Hmph..." Still not satisfied with clutching the plush toy's fur, Lü Xuewei picked up a pair of scissors from the side and shredded the plush bear to shreds, a hint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.
The snow-white cotton, like snowflakes, fluttered down, swirling like goose feathers in a blizzard, possessing a desolate and cruel beauty. The girl's red lips were as white as snow, her eyes fierce, forming a terrifying picture.
"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang, interrupting Lü Xuewei's actions. She casually tossed aside the scissors, answered the phone, her voice sweet, but her expression was quite the opposite.
"Dad..." Looking at the scene before him, Lü Xiangsong couldn't help but rub his eyes, unable to believe his eyes. This... this was still his charming, cute, and bright younger sister, but clearly a yandere!
A chill ran through him, as if he had suddenly entered the dead of winter. Lü Xiangsong instinctively hugged his arms tightly, hoping to preserve the only warmth he had. He wasn't a fool; he had actually seen Lü Xuewei's true colors and could guess what she had done. This girl wasn't cheerful at all; on the contrary, she was cunning and calculating. All these years, he had been pretending and deceiving others, and he had been fooled.
Thinking about this, Lü Xiangsong couldn't help but feel annoyed at himself for being so careless, failing to even see the true colors of those around him. No wonder his mother always scolded and lectured him. Little did he know, what followed would be far more than just sending chills down his spine.
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