Chapter 1
He Ruined My Fish Pond
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As a gorgeous woman with endless charm, I had always passed through flowers without a single petal touching me.
My principle was simple.
Light flirting keeps the spirit healthy.
Deep fishing ruins the body.
Most importantly:
Never let the fish in your pond meet each other.
I followed that rule faithfully.
Until I capsized on one handsome man.
“Brother,” I said softly beside the man’s ear, my voice sweet and suggestive, “it’s so dark. Are you going to take me home?”
My arms were around his neck.
One leg rested at his waist.
I tilted my pale throat toward him, displaying just enough softness and vulnerability.
I knew exactly which posture drew men in.
As expected, one of his hands wrapped around my waist.
The other pinned me against the bar corner.
His head lowered to my neck, inhaling deeply.
“Okay…”
Before the word fully landed, a male voice cut through the air.
“Sister-in-law!”
I looked up.
For the hundredth time from the bottom of my soul, I screamed internally:
Fuck.
I pushed away from the man, took a deep breath, and forced down the urge to tell the newcomer to roll away.
“Did you install a tracker on me?”
“Why do you appear perfectly in front of me every single time?”
The newcomer was Chris Chu.
My new stepbrother.
Technically.
My mother, a woman who had always worshiped solitary freedom, suddenly married a foreign man after I graduated university.
A remarried family.
The man had a son.
Mixed-race.
Two years younger than me.
Raised abroad.
After graduating, he decided to return to my country for a “graduation trip.”
My mother, who rarely contacted me, reached out only because her new son needed a guide.
I planned to refuse.
Then she wrote a check with a heavenly number.
For the sake of money, I reluctantly accepted my new brother.
The first time I saw Chris, I knew we would not get along.
Not because he was ugly.
On the contrary, he was too handsome.
He had deep European features but also a clean Eastern elegance.
The two bloodlines blended so well on him that he looked like a male model accidentally dropped onto the street.
Before meeting him, I had imagined that for the check’s sake, we could keep our well water and river water separate.
Then he opened his mouth and destroyed everything.
“Hello, little shorty.”
He looked down at me, all arrogant rich-boy energy.
I smiled gently.
“Hello, telephone pole.”
I was 168 centimeters tall.
My long legs had always been my weapon.
You’re short.
Your whole family is short.
Chris only raised an eyebrow at my friendly provocation.
During the ride, he played with his phone the entire time.
I muttered,
“No manners at all. Crooked beams come from crooked roofs. Ms. Chen’s taste is getting worse.”
According to Ms. Chen, this new son of hers had an IQ of 180 and had completed a master’s degree in finance abroad at twenty.
I looked at him now, sitting on my sofa playing mobile games, long legs thrown out casually.
His black hair curled from sleep.
He radiated stupidity.
I thought his “rich brat score” was 180 instead.
I washed an apple and tossed one to him.
Then prepared to go out.
I had an appointment at my tea house with my college senior.
This senior was the eternal white moonlight of my playgirl career.
Too beautiful.
Too perfect.
So perfect that although I liked him, I had never reached out.
Today, he suddenly wanted to meet.
I decided to see whether my bones could still reform for love.
“Senior, sorry to make you come all the way.” I held the documents Pei Yue gave me and smiled apologetically.
“No trouble,” he said. “Professor was afraid you’d forget. Also, he asked me to ask again—are you really not considering going abroad?”
Pei Yue looked at me steadily.
Maybe it was my imagination, but I saw expectation in his eyes.
For a moment, my refusal stuck in my throat.
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
Then a male voice interrupted.
“Hey, long time no see, my sister!”
Chris appeared.
No knocking.
No manners.
Also, what long time?
We had separated less than half an hour ago.
But Pei Yue was present, so I could not explode.
“This is my younger brother,” I introduced. “He just returned from abroad and has poor manners.”
Pei Yue nodded politely and extended his hand.
“What a coincidence. I’m Yueyue’s senior.”
Chris looked confused.
“Who’s her brother?”
Before I reacted, he pulled me into his arms.
“I’m clearly her boyfriend.”
I was about to deny it.
Then someone knocked.
A woman walked in and intimately held Pei Yue’s arm.
“Sorry to interrupt. Ah Yue, you forgot your phone. Mom said we should hurry home.”
And that was how my white moonlight shattered in front of me.
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