Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nian Xi wanted to cry. Why on earth would she eat sour grapefruits?
“Brother, tell me–were you adopted?” she asked.
“No, I’m our mother’s son—you’re adopted,” he replied.
Nian Xi shook her head and said, “Alright. Since you won’t be nice to me, I’ll go to Sangsang. She’s such a good person. She’ll definitely look after me.”
Her brother was mean to her, so she decided to count on her future sister-in-law.
“Sangsang is years younger than you. How can you ask her to look after you? You should be looking after her,” Nian Junting said as he sat on the couch, mercilessly as usual.
Nian Junting clenched her teeth. Her brother not only refused to offer her peeled fruits but also reminded her of her age. She still remembered that not long ago, she saw Sangsang as an older sister.
“You should go ask Ji Chuan to take good care of you,” said Nian Junting blandly. “You have a fiance.”
Hearing Ji Chuan’s name, Nian Xi abruptly frowned, seeming a little upset. “We haven’t talked much recently. Every time I have contacted him, he has told me that he had something to do. Is he really busy? Are you two in touch?”
“I don’t know. I’m busy dating these days. I don’t have the time for him.” After saying that, Nian Junting received his little sister’s sad stare. He felt a little guilty, so he added, “Ji Chuan often needs to carry out missions. Of course he’s busy. It’s normal that he can’t reach out to his families and friends sometimes. Have you forgotten that I used to be the same?”
“You’re right, but I always feel uneasy.” Nian Xi drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on it, then said, “Brother, I want you to find your happy life as soon as possible. As for the past…”
“No one can mention what has happened in the past happily. I think it’s a good thing.” While speaking, Nian Junting lowered his head and picked up the knife to cut a grapefruit.
At that point, Sister Lan came over with a plate of washed fruits. Seeing Nian Junting cutting the grapefruit, she hurriedly said, “Young Master, you can’t peel grapefruits like that. Let me do it.”
“No, I need to do it myself,” Nian Junting refused her. He had promised Luosang, and he intended to keep his words.
Nian Xi ate some grapes, then took out her phone, took a picture of her brother, and posted it on WeChat.
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At three o’clock at night, Luosang got up to go to the bathroom. Back in bed, she picked up her phone to check her WeChat. Soon, she found Nian Xi’s newest post—’My handsome brother is staying up to peel fruits for me, happy.’
In the picture she posted, Nian Junting was peeling grapes earnestly, looking very elegant.
Luosang noticed that he was still wearing the same clothes that she saw earlier tonight, which meant he started peeling fruits once he was back home.
Under Nian Xi’s post, Nian Junting replied, “You’re dreaming, go back to bed.”
Reading that, Luosang smiled. Sometimes, it was warm and sweet to have a brother or sister to squabble with.
But then, she realized that she might really need to French kiss Nian Junting tomorrow.
Thinking about that, she immediately pulled up her blanket to cover her burning face. She couldn’t sleep.
The next morning, she woke up with a pair of dark circles under her eyes. Seeing her face, Yan Su laughed at her and said, “You didn’t fail to fall asleep because you missed Mr. Nian too much, did you?”
Luosang blushed and said, “No, I just had insomnia.”
Yan Su nodded, then responded with, “I understand. When I was passionately in love, I couldn’t sleep either.”
Luosang didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked towards the bathroom. Before she got to the bathroom, her phone rang. She turned back to check her phone, then gave a start. She nearly threw the phone out, as if her hand was burned by it.
“Why didn’t you answer it? Is it Mr. Nian?” Yan Su asked smilingly.
