Chapter 2 – Little Sister

“Brother?!”

Zou Jin’s pupils slightly widened as he looked at Sang Sui.

The young woman had thrown her arms around Sheng Yize’s leg, clearly drunk and dazed. Her eyes were red and watery as she looked up at Sheng Yize with pitiful expectation.

Zou Jin pointed at Sang Sui, then looked back at Sheng Yize, cautiously asking, “Brother Sheng, who is this?”

Sheng Yize’s expression hadn’t changed, but Zou Jin inexplicably felt a chill crawl up his spine.

“Brother Jin.”

“……”

Please don’t mess with my brother!

Sheng Yize smiled faintly. “My little sister.”

“……”

Disaster.

Everyone present gasped, glancing at each other in disbelief.

Zou Jin’s face froze, and he leaned in with a sheepish grin. “Wait, why didn’t you say so earlier… If I’d known, I wouldn’t have made her drink…”

Sheng Yize ignored him and lowered his head to glance at the girl clutching his leg. “Are you coming or not?”

Sang Sui blinked her long lashes. Realizing the situation, she immediately scrambled up from the floor, her body swaying as she followed behind him.

—

Everyone watched the two walk away, one after the other, finally letting out a collective sigh of relief.

Zou Jin still hadn’t recovered from the shock. “Wait, isn’t Brother Sheng an only child? Where’d this little sister come from?”

As if he spotted someone who might know, Zou Jin grabbed that person’s arm. “Hey, hey, Chen Yi! You’re close to Brother Sheng, right? You must know something! Who is that girl really? Is she really his sister?”

Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly.

“Can’t say I know any secrets, but what I do know…” He pointed at each of them in turn. “You’re all screwed.”

Zou Jin’s body stiffened—and then he collapsed backward.

—

Sang Sui was thoroughly drunk, stumbling as she walked. The man’s strides were long, and soon they had put some distance between them.

She stared at his back.

Tall and lean, the hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers, highlighting his broad back and slim waist.

Dressed in a formal suit, he looked nothing like how she usually saw him at school. Right now, he resembled a high-society elite returning from a business banquet to attend a friend’s birthday party. Faced with those women, he had looked wild and carefree, like a man playing games with the world.

But toward her—he was cold, like a stranger.

Soon, the two entered the main hall.

The man stopped walking and sat down on a nearby sofa. His tight jawline lifted slightly, motioning for her to come over.

Sang Sui met his eyes and remembered what he said to her on the day of the freshman registration.

“The word brother,” he had said, turning around, his lips taut, “isn’t something you should call me.”

The implication was clear—whether at school or outside, he wanted them to be… strangers.

Sang Sui looked away. Her steps unsteady, she stumbled to a corner of the room, bumped her head against the wall, curled into a ball, and faced the wall like she had given up on life.

Sheng Yize: “……”

He ignored her and watched as Manager Zhang and a young man jogged over.

Manager Zhang glanced at the drunken Sang Sui, visibly worried. “Master Sheng, is there something you need?”

The young man hurried over to help Sang Sui up.

Sheng Yize’s gaze shifted slightly toward the two. “I’m taking her with me. Just wanted to let you know.”

“Is that really okay?” Manager Zhang looked startled. “Master Sheng, Sang Sui is one of our staff. We’re responsible for her safety. If you do that… it puts me in a difficult position.”

Sheng Yize looked at him and chuckled. “I’m her brother. I can’t take her with me?”

“Ah?”

Before Manager Zhang could ask further, Sheng Yize was already on his feet, striding over to the two.

—

“Sang Sui, are you okay?”

Sang Sui struggled to stand and looked up.

It was Zhang Yunchen.

Zhang Yunchen was her classmate.

School had only been in session for a month. She wasn’t familiar with many classmates yet. When Manager Zhang introduced him to her, she thought he looked familiar. Later, he explained that they were in the same class.

“Those people were way out of line! Forcing you to drink so much!”

Drunk Sang Sui was quite docile. She merely shook her heavy head, her voice laced with the soft slur of alcohol.

“No, they didn’t bully me… I broke their wine… I need to pay for it…”

Zhang Yunchen sighed and reached out to support her arm, preparing to help her onto his shoulder. “Let me take you back tonight.”

“No need.”

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Before Zhang Yunchen could react, it flung his hand away.

Zhang Yunchen stumbled back a step.

He looked up.

The man was tall—at least half a head taller than him.

He stood there, one hand in his pocket, lashes lowered. The look he cast down was one of aloof scrutiny, like he was peering from above.

Zhang Yunchen’s face darkened.

He didn’t recognize this man, but from how Manager Zhang had just groveled and called him Master Sheng, it was clear this guy was someone powerful—someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

He quickly wiped the displeasure off his face and smiled. “You are…?”

Sheng Yize’s lips curled, but the chill in his eyes was piercing—

“Her brother.”

—

“B-Brother?”

Zhang Yunchen was stunned.

Sheng Yize glanced at him, then turned to look at the girl obediently standing nearby.

“Are you coming or not?”

Sang Sui looked up and met his gaze.

Beneath his sharp brows, his deep eyes radiated an icy pressure.

Sang Sui took a step back, intentionally widening the distance between them.

She didn’t want to trouble him.

“Th-thank you… I’ll go back myself later…”

Suddenly, her collar tightened.

He had grabbed the back of her shirt. Sang Sui turned to look—and saw his expression darkening.

Sheng Yize’s lashes lowered. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, his patience clearly depleted.

“What a pain.”

He picked her up and carried her off the yacht.