My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Just as Wen Liang had expected, Lin Zhi gradually slowed down after stuffing two more pieces of braised pork into her mouth.

She put her chopsticks on the table, picked up a tissue and slowly wiped her mouth and hands, then got up and lay down on the sofa next to her.

She lay there, her hands crossed over her chest, her posture serene as if she were rehearsing what would happen to her a hundred years from now.

Wen Liang glanced at her, then looked at the completely dark sky outside the window, and sighed silently in his heart.

Judging from the looks of it, she'll have to take care of getting this guy back today.

She had intended to go and inform the young lady, but she quickly suppressed the thought, remembering the scene she had witnessed in the teahouse earlier that day.

The way Miss looked at Miss Su, the way she held her in her arms with her fingers intertwined, and the way she hugged her as if asserting her ownership.

The relationship between Miss and Miss Su is far more than just that of sisters.

She's worked for the young lady for so long because she's good at knowing how to behave.

She didn't want to be sent to Siberia as a doctor abroad because she showed up at the wrong time.

She took out her phone and sent a message to the young lady, her words concise and professional: "Lin Zhi has had too much to drink and is feeling a bit unwell. I'll take her home to rest first."

Shortly after the message was sent, the screen lit up, and the young lady's reply was only a few words: "I understand," followed by "Get some rest."

Wen Liang stared at the line of text for a moment, stunned.

So easy to talk to? Or is she overthinking it?

However, she didn't dwell on the issue too much. She put her phone in her pocket, got up, and walked to the sofa.

Lin Zhi was sleeping soundly. When she was woken up, she rubbed her eyes groggily, looking completely dazed, like a rabbit being pulled out of its burrow.

Seeing that she could barely walk, Wen Liang put her arm around his shoulder, put his arm around her waist, and helped her out of the private room.

As it turned out, Wen Liang hadn't overthought things.

  

When Jiang Ran lifted her sister off the sofa, Su Qing was still limp as if she had no bones.

The one-sided tickling battle she just had left her legs weak and unable to stand steadily.

Jiang Ran simply supported her back with one hand and put the other hand under her knees, picked her up horizontally, and walked briskly out of the private room.

Su Qing leaned against Jiang Ran's chest and could feel that Xiao Ran lifted her up effortlessly and walked with a light and rhythmic gait. A sense of relief welled up in her heart. Her Xiao Ran had really grown up and was so outstanding in every way.

Jiang Ran held her sister's soft, boneless body, feeling her warm body temperature seep through the thin fabric, and smelling that familiar, faint, fresh fragrance, which was now even stronger because of their intimate posture.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes darkening in the night.

My sister is too light; she feels almost weightless in my arms. How can this continue?

She had to fatten up her older sister and make her a little heavier.

When they returned to the Linjiang Hotel, Su Qing looked at the brightly lit building in front of her, narrowed her big eyes slightly, and glanced at Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran felt a little guilty under that look, turned her face away, coughed lightly, and explained that she just wanted her sister to get some rest.

There was only one suite on the 31st floor, which was where she usually lived, so her sister could rest assured.

Su Qing originally thought the room she stayed in last night was big enough, until Jiang Ran pushed open a hidden door with ease, revealing all kinds of room facilities: a separate audio-visual room, a study with floor-to-ceiling windows, and an open Western kitchen filled with various baking equipment.

Jiang Ran smiled and said that she originally wanted Lin Zhi to show her sister the whole tour, but her sister was hungry last night, so they didn't continue.

Upon hearing the words "last night," Su Qing immediately recalled the embarrassing scene of her stomach growling loudly and Xiao Zhi hearing it. Her face flushed slightly, and she gently nudged Jiang Ran to stop talking.

She followed Jiang Ran further inside and gradually discovered a pattern: almost every room had many floor-to-ceiling mirrors of various sizes.

There's one in the living room, one in the bedroom, one in the study, and even one at the corner of the hallway.

She asked with some confusion, "Xiao Ran, it seems like there are a lot of mirrors in these rooms."

Jiang Ran blinked, then pulled out her prepared explanation, her tone playful: "Isn't this so that you can admire your own beauty anytime, anywhere, sister?" Hearing this, Su Qing thought that Xiao Ran had probably grown up and started to care about her appearance, so she didn't think much of it.

When visiting the last room, Su Qing's gaze was suddenly drawn to an inconspicuous little door in the corner.

The door, about the height of a person, was located in a corner at the end of the corridor. It had a combination lock on it, which seemed somewhat out of place compared to the exquisite decor of the surroundings.

Jiang Ran followed her sister's gaze, her expression unchanged, but behind Su Qing's back, a barely concealed dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.

She watched her sister's retreating figure, her tone calm and natural: "Sister, don't worry about that. It's just a dark little room. It used to be used to store miscellaneous items, but now it's been replaced with a bigger storage room. I guess it'll never be used again."

Hearing her say that, Su Qing thought that since the apartment was so big, there was really no need for such a small storage room, so she didn't ask any further questions.

It was already very late.

Jiang Ran wanted to take a bath with her sister, but Su Qing gently pushed her towards the bathroom, saying that she was old enough to have privacy and should go first.

Although Jiang Ran felt regretful, she still obediently took the bath towel and went inside.

Su Qing watched the bathroom door close before she quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that she didn't want to shower with Xiao Ran, but the thought of what Xiao Ran had done in the private room earlier still made her a little scared.

It would be too embarrassing if Xiao Ran made me so unsteady on my feet in the bathroom.

Just thinking about how she had been bullied to the point of being unable to speak properly made Su Qing's face burn.

Jiang Ran did not turn on the tap immediately after entering the bathroom.

She walked through the bathroom, pushed open the hidden door, and entered the secret room. When she came out, she had a small sealed bag in her hand, containing some fine white powder.

She entered the kitchen through the connection between the dark rooms, took out the milk that had been heated in the incubator, gently poured in the powder, and watched it melt silently in the warm liquid, a fascinated smile playing on her lips.

After she finished washing up, Su Qing took the nightgown that Jiang Ran had prepared for her and went inside to wash it.

When Su Qing came out of the bathroom, her face still had a faint blush from the steam, which made her already fair skin look even more delicate and beautiful.

Jiang Ran was already waiting in the living room. She was wearing a black silk nightgown, the hem of which was just above her knees. The dark fabric made her already fair skin look even more like porcelain.

The white nightgown she prepared for Su Qing was simple in style and soft in texture, perfectly matching her sister's temperament.

Although Su Qing wasn't used to wearing skirts, she obediently changed into one since it was prepared for her by Xiao Ran.

The two snuggled up on the living room sofa as usual, preparing to watch a movie before going to bed.

Jiang Ran's gaze fell on her sister. The neckline of her white nightgown was slightly crooked due to its deliberately loose design, revealing a section of her fair and deep collarbone and rounded shoulders.

The skirt hem only reached above the knee, revealing half of her shapely and slender thighs and beautifully shaped calves.

My sister wasn't wearing slippers; she was barefoot on the carpet. Her feet were delicate, fair, and small, with neatly trimmed toenails that shone with a healthy sheen. Her toes and heels were a faint pink.

Looking further up, her older sister's face, still flushed from her bath, wore a gentle and doting smile that was unique to her.

Jiang Ran's Adam's apple bobbed twice.

She picked up the glass of warm milk that had been prepared beforehand from the coffee table beside her and handed it to Su Qing, her voice gentle and obedient: "Sister, drinking milk helps you sleep."

Su Qing took the cup and looked at Xiao Ran's well-behaved face, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She thanked Xiaoran and drank the glass of milk without any suspicion.

Jiang Ran stood in front of her, watching her sister's fair neck revealed as she tilted her head back to drink milk, watching the milk stains around her sister's lips, and watching her sister put down the cup and smile at her.

My sister was too careless; she was so unguarded around the people around her.

But at the same time, Jiang Ran's whole heart was warm.

Her sister trusted her, her sister loved her, and no one in the world loved her more than her sister.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Wen Liang dragged Lin Zhi out of the car and carried her into the elevator. After finally getting her into his home, he was so exhausted that a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

She has a slight obsession with cleanliness; her home is spotless, and even the cushions on the sofa are arranged in a neat and tidy manner.

Logically, she would never allow someone reeking of alcohol to lie in her bed, but at this moment, looking at Lin Zhi, who was slumped on the sofa and fast asleep, she remained silent for a moment, then bent down and helped her up again, leading her into the bedroom.

She tossed the drunkard onto her large bed covered with snow-white sheets, watched her roll around halfway to find a comfortable position, and then continued to snuggle up to her pillow and fall fast asleep.

Wen Liang stood by the bed with his hands on his hips, wondering what kind of incredulous expression this guy would have when he woke up tomorrow and found out he was sleeping in the house of "someone he hates".

She turned and went to the bathroom to get a towel soaked in hot water. She returned to the bedside, bent down, and began to wipe Lin Zhi's face.

Lin Zhi felt a warm touch on her face in her sleep. She shook her head left and right to avoid it, and mumbled a few indistinct words.

Wenliang helplessly pressed down on her chin, quickly wiped away the tear stains and oil on her face, carefully wiped her hands, and then took off her shoes, revealing her feet wrapped in white socks.

Wenliang paused for a moment, then calmly took off her white socks, dried her calves and feet with a towel, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

That's only because of Lin Zhi; if it were anyone else, she would have thrown them, shoes and all, into the hallway long ago.

Wenliang stood by the bed watching the girl make a fuss when her face was being wiped, but now she was sleeping soundly with her pillow in her arms. Helplessly, she shook out the blanket and covered her with it.

Feeling the strong smell of alcohol on him, Wen Liang frowned, turned around, and went into the bathroom.

Hot water gushed from the tap, and steam quickly filled the entire shower room.

She stood under the shower with her eyes closed, letting the hot water wash over her shoulders, neck, and back. Suddenly, the image of Lin Zhi sleeping soundly with her pillow flashed through her mind.

Wen Liang chuckled helplessly. This guy, who usually clashed with her, was now sleeping so soundly on her bed.

Just as she was rinsing the foam off her hair, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open without warning.

Wen Liang was stunned. She turned her head and saw Lin Zhi standing at the bathroom door, one hand still holding the door frame, her cheeks flushed from drunkenness, and her hazy eyes staring straight at her.

When did she wake up? She was sleeping soundly just now.

Lin Zhi's gaze slid from her wet hair to her collarbone, from her collarbone to her chest, and finally landed on her foam-covered arms.

Then she tilted her head, squinted her hazy, drunken eyes, and said in a half-asleep, indistinct tone, "You... why are you taking a bath in my dream... and you have a pretty good figure..."

Wenliang stood under the showerhead, water flowing down her shoulders and down her ankles, following the smooth lines of her body.

She raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at the person at the door who was staring at her up and down with an unbridled gaze.

Then she turned off the tap, reached for the towel next to her, slowly wrapped it around herself, and turned to face the drunkard who was still standing dumbfounded at the door.

Her hair was wet and clung to the sides of her face, and her expression remained aloof, but the light in her eyes was different from usual.