I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”

I suddenly remembered that Lu Chen had said he had someone he liked—

it must be her.

I had been clinging to Lu Ting for five years, so naturally, I’d had plenty of contact with Lu Chen in daily life.

Lu Chen was an illegitimate son.

Although Lu Fengyan treated his second son decently in many respects,

in reality, Lu Ting would always be a cut above Lu Chen.

This even extended to bringing Lu Chen back into the Lu family, and even his name itself—

it implied that he would always be Lu Ting’s loyal subject.

Subservient and submissive to his older brother, the true heir of the Lu family.

Whenever I went to see Lu Ting, Lu Chen was often out and about too.

He’d be frowning at his phone,

looking like the world was against him.

Once, when he was heading out, he ran into me and asked casually: “Big sister, what kind of flowers do girls like?”

I’m a bit tacky, so I blurted out: “Red roses, obviously.”

Mostly because that’s what I like.

Later, he asked even more questions: “What kind of sweets do girls like?”

I shook my head: “I only like smelly, spicy stuff, like snail noodles or stinky tofu.”

He believed me.

Finally, one time, he got dead drunk somewhere and passed out on the street.

That day was Valentine’s Day, and I’d had a fight with Lu Ting, who had dumped me halfway through a car ride.

After finding Lu Chen, I hoisted him onto my back and carried him home.

When he realized it was me, he chuckled: “It’s you, big sister.”

I was drenched in sweat from carrying him: “Yep.”

Lu Chen’s voice was still pleasant: “You lied again.”

He rambled incoherently: “She doesn’t like eating lamb kidneys at all.”

That… well, that was indeed something I’d made up.

I didn’t like them either.

Lu Chen’s voice was very faint: “She has someone she likes.”

I said: “Oh? My condolences… but there are plenty of fish in the sea!”

Lu Chen’s voice grew softer: “It’s all your fault, Yu Qiaoqiao.”

Oh, wow, he stopped calling me “big sister”?

Lu Chen suddenly said: “My girlfriend is gone. How are you going to compensate me?”

I blurted out: “How about you just buy me, then?”

A long time later, I thought I heard a whisper, so quiet it was almost imperceptible:

“Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”