“Puppy, what are you staring at on your phone so blankly? Turn on the TV and watch something.”
The woman’s pale pink lips parted slightly, her voice as clear and pleasant as a trickling stream.
“Who watches TV nowadays? You watch yours, and stop bothering me,” the youth answered without looking back, his eyes glued to the phone in his hand.
“In that case, chat with your big sister. No more playing with your phone.”
A glint flashed in the woman’s eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile.
“Psh! I’m telling you, I’m not the same person I used to be. The me who was at your beck and call, working like a slave, no longer exists! From now on, you call me Brother Luo, got it?”
Thinking about how he had been exploited by the person in front of him in the past, Qin Luo naturally didn’t have a good tone.
“Oh my, they really do say once a girl grows up, she can’t be kept at home. Now my little brother wants his sister to call him ‘Brother.’ You little ungrateful wolf, have you forgotten how your sister used to dote on you? Forgotten how she took care of you? What a heartless little brat!”
One second, the woman was an untouchable mature beauty; the next, she transformed into a pitiable, delicate damsel.
“Heh! Bai Jingyu, don’t act pitiful in front of me. That trick works on others, but not on me! You’re already in your twenties, yet you’re always pretending to be young!”
Qin Luo was merciless with his words, but his eyes remained fixed on the phone screen.
“Sigh… I haven’t been back for two years, and my little brother has all grown up and hates his sister now. You used to follow me around all the time, but now you only care about that phone. You won’t even spare a glance for the sister you haven’t seen in two years.”
The woman twirled a lock of her black hair around her finger, her tone tinged with a hint of resentment.
At this, goosebumps erupted all over Qin Luo’s body. “Bai Jingyu! Bai Jingyu! Bai Jingyu! I give up!”
“When Auntie gets back, I’m going to tell her that you bullied your sister!”
“Psh! Auntie won’t blame me for something this small. Is there something wrong with your head?”
Qin Luo’s mouth was stubborn, but his body involuntarily shuddered at the memory of the fear of being dominated by a feather duster.
Seeing the youth absorbed in his phone, a hint of craftiness flashed in the woman’s eyes as she said, “Puppy, is it because your sister is wearing black stockings on her long legs that you’re so fired up? But it’s okay, your sister is very generous. I won’t blame you.”
“What?!”
Qin Luo’s body jolted. ‘She actually noticed!’
He stole a glance at the woman, subconsciously shifted to the side, and even lowered the brightness on his phone.
‘This woman is devious! I definitely can’t let her see this kind of thing in the future. Otherwise, if she reports me to Auntie, I’ll be in trouble again.’
He had been bullied miserably by her when he was a child. Pocket money, snacks, comics, and toys were all “rightfully requisitioned” by her. Even the food Auntie made specifically for him had to be tasted by her first.
Wanting to resist? It was useless.
Everything was futile in the face of absolute strength.
Thus, he had lived a life of “oppression” — pouring tea, serving water, and massaging her shoulders and legs were all a daily routine. In private, she called him “Puppy,” but in front of their elders, she was all “dear little brother.”
‘Hypocritical woman!’
But now — things were different!
The two-year period was up!
Qin Luo was already eighteen this year!
Today, she had just returned home and still wanted him to serve her like before. Naturally, he had refused decisively.
Then, the two of them had a fierce scuffle — Qin Luo had pinned Bai Jingyu directly onto the sofa, leaving her unable to move.
He still clearly remembered the look of disbelief on her face at that moment.
‘Refreshing! So satisfying!’
Thinking of this, the corners of Qin Luo’s mouth curled up.
From now on, he was the boss of this house!
Tasks like pouring tea, serving water, and massaging shoulders and legs — it was Bai Jingyu’s turn!
Just as he was daydreaming about the future, a piercing ringtone sounded.
Qin Luo walked over and pressed the answer button. “Who is it?”
“Delivery.”
A delivery?
Qin Luo was stunned. He hadn’t bought anything, so it must be Bai Jingyu’s.
Opening the door, the delivery man was holding a small box. “Are you Qin Luo?”
“That’s me.”
Now Qin Luo was a bit confused. It wasn’t Bai Jingyu’s? But he clearly hadn’t bought anything.
After signing for it, he looked at the sender — and froze on the spot instantly.
Sender: Miao Dapao.
“Brother Dapao?!”
Qin Luo’s pupils constricted. How was this possible?!
Because — two years ago, Brother Dapao had died.
A chill ran through his heart. If not for his strong psychological fortitude, the package in his hand would have fallen to the floor.
‘Is this a prank?’
But no matter how wicked that woman was, she wouldn’t go so far as to make a joke using a dead person.
For a moment, an eerie chill rose from the depths of his heart. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
When he returned to the living room — Bai Jingyu was reclining lazily on the sofa.
Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, her face was exquisite, her eyes were narrowed, and her red lips were inviting. A loose white shirt draped over her graceful body, the collar slightly open to reveal a black shoulder strap and a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Below, she wore a pair of short hot pants, and her long, pale legs were draped casually, looking smooth and delicate. Just sitting there, she exuded an incredible charm.
Having not seen her for two years, the woman’s figure seemed even more exaggerated.
Bai Jingyu noticed his gaze, especially as it fell on her legs. The corners of her mouth curled into a meaningful smile.
“Puppy, as long as you chat with your big sister…” she said, her long fingers sliding gently over her leg. “Your sister can show some mercy and let you touch them. After all, no matter how good the things on your phone are, you can’t touch them, right?”
Her smile carried a hint of teasing and provocation.