My brother is a stoic, New York business tycoon who practices a vow of silence—strict, disciplined, and cautious. I, on the other hand, am a chatterbox. To win him over, I practice calling myself "sister-in-law" in the mirror every day. While he meditates in seclusion at home, I spread rumors about him outside. When he goes to Germany for business, I tell everyone he’s going for "German Orthopedics" (a slang term implying incestuous relationships, often used in anime/manga culture, here adapted to mean something scandalous). When he sets me up on blind dates with handsome guys, I claim it’s all part of his play, a prelude to a "possessive brother forced love" scenario. I annoyed this cold, detached man so much that he almost started casting spells with sign language. Later, he became intense, and perverted. He tied me to the headboard with his tie, his distinct knuckles tracing dirty words on my waist stroke by stroke: "Read it out loud." My face burned red, I bit the pillow and shook my head with tears in my eyes. Too dirty, couldn't say it. He smiled, his slender fingers caressing my lower abdomen: "Such a thin waist, yet such a sharp tongue." "Did you really think you could handle everything?" 1 At 9 AM sharp, I appeared downstairs at the Sterling Group building. Admiring my beauty in the elevator reflection, I enunciated clearly: "Good morning, sister-in-law. You look radiant today as always." The employee in a suit next to me glanced at me, looking like his CPU had fried, and quietly moved away. Carrying the "love breakfast" for my brother, Ethan Sterling, I marched into the CEO's office with my head held high. A few days ago, I had a big fight with Ethan. Mostly me fighting, him listening. He wanted to find me a marriage partner. I said exasperatedly: "It's not like you don't know, the person I like is you!" Ethan practices a vow of silence to avoid sins of speech and lies. He wears a string of eighteen prayer beads on his wrist year-round. Every time he breaks his vow and speaks, he has to drop a bead into a wooden box. Until all eighteen beads are gone, he can never speak again. And now, only fifteen beads remain. The three lost beads were all because of me. Ethan fingered the beads on his wrist one by one, eyebrows furrowed. He signed a few words back: "I am your brother." "Not by blood!" "You are too young." I puffed out my chest: "You're the one who's small, I'm a D-cup!" "I don't like you." I said decisively: "Impossible, how could anyone in the world not like me!" My second brother, Liam, standing aside, was dumbfounded: "No, sis, aren't you a bit too narcissistic?" Ethan's expression didn't change a bit. Posture like a pine, back straight, as if no waves could shake his resolve: "Find her suitable guys of the same age, arrange meetings." I kicked Liam in anger and ran away from home. After a week of cold war with Ethan, I couldn't take it anymore and actively made breakfast to seek peace. On the top floor of the Sterling Group, voices of conversation approached, mighty and imposing. It wasn't just Ethan; Liam and the company board members were there too. I wrinkled my nose. Sneaking to make peace with Ethan was fine if only he knew. With others present, I couldn't lose face. I quickly scanned the office, dodged, and hid under the desk hole of Ethan's desk. Curled up, just sat down hugging my knees. At the same time, with a "creak," the door was pushed open. Leather shoes tapped on the floor, footsteps getting closer. Looking up. I was face to face with Ethan, who had just walked around the desk and sat in the boss chair. 2 I was stunned. Ethan was stunned too. I clearly saw his long eyelashes blink once, and he frowned slowly. Before he could speak, I quickly "shushed" him. Grabbed the boss chair with both hands, wheels rolling, and pulled him and the chair over directly. Used his legs to block my body. Ethan didn't speak, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and gave me a calm look. The directors were still talking non-stop, reporting the group's operation status. And Ethan barely spoke, only occasionally using sign language or writing down a few words to correct their thoughts. Curled up in the desk hole, I lifted my chin to look at Ethan. Broad, straight shoulders filling out the suit, muscle lines smooth and solid. Hair short and neat, features deep, aura formidable. The wrist holding the fountain pen had veins full of power. This angle reminded me of the day I first met Ethan twelve years ago. I was ten that year, picking swill to eat in front of a trash can. A Rolls-Royce stopped in the slums. Ethan frowned, brand-new shiny leather shoes stepping in a puddle of sewage. He found me quickly. Ethan back then hadn't started his vow of silence, but was equally reticent and pretentious, lifting my collar with a few fingers: "Is it her?" I bared my teeth and claws at him: "Who are you? Let me go!" "I want to adopt you." An orphan with no parents, struggling alone since childhood, I wasn't afraid of him at all: "Get lost! Who knows if you're a pervert. "You dare touch me, I curse you and your son to be stabbed in the rectum in the future!" He threw me into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers clean: "Take her away." Ethan drew my blood, tested my DNA, and then pushed an adoption contract in front of me. From that day on, I became the third miss of the Sterling family. Liam once covered his face and asked Ethan: "Big brother, why did we adopt her? "I'm afraid she'll lick her own mouth and poison herself to death." I was also curious why Ethan adopted me. I even suspected I was an illegitimate child of the late Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. Stole hair from Ethan and Liam to test DNA, I indeed had no blood relation with them. I investigated secretly for a long time, until I encountered that incident... My thoughts drifted away, pulled back by the voices of the executives reporting. After the directors finished reporting, it was the board members' turn, showing no intention of leaving. I kept the same head-down posture for a long time, neck sore. In front of me were Ethan's long legs, close at hand, suit pants fabric stiff. I decided to be lazy. Quietly moved forward, click, rested my chin on Ethan's knee. The soft flesh of my cheek sank slightly, pressing against his thigh. My brother smells really good. I buried my nose in his suit pants, sniffing like a puppy. Not the smell of any perfume, but the sandalwood from years of meditation, light and pleasant. Ethan's relaxed body suddenly tightened, even his breathing stopped for a moment. He looked down at me, jawline tight, sharp Adam's apple rolling up and down. The meaning in his eyes was obvious: "What are you doing?" I looked at him innocently for a moment, mouthed: "Brother, you smell good." Then curved my eyes, pursed my lips, and smiled at him. Sunlight fell on my eyelashes, warm and fuzzy. Under the cover of the desk hole, a group of middle-aged male and female executives were still reporting. Second brother Liam stood foolishly in front of the desk, knowing nothing. And Ethan stared at me fixedly for a moment. As if bewitched, he extended his slender fingers, gently, touched my cheek. A subtle and indescribable atmosphere quietly spread between us. Thump, thump, thump. I quietly took a breath, pressed my heart to stop it from beating so violently. Turned my face, nuzzled his fingers affectionately. The next second, I heard Liam say: "Big brother, about the blind dates you asked me to find for sis, I found three, take a look." Ethan seemed to wake up with a start, suddenly withdrew his hand, returning to his cold and self-restrained appearance. What blind date?! I'm not going on a blind date!! Evil rose from my gut, I turned my face and bit Ethan's thigh fiercely. 3 "Hiss—" How come this guy has hard muscles even on his thighs?! Ethan's body trembled, the hand gripping the pen drew a long mark on the paper. Liam stopped talking, looked up, and looked over in confusion: "Big brother, what's wrong?" In for a penny, in for a pound. I reached out directly, pulled out Ethan's shirt. Took the opportunity to messily touch his abs which felt excellent. Then started to unbuckle his belt with a clatter. Fine, make me go on blind dates, huh. I want to see how you explain being seen disheveled with your sister as the CEO of Sterling Group. The sound of metal buckles colliding rang in the quiet space. The executives fell silent simultaneously, looking at Ethan in surprise and doubt. Liam was even more puzzled: "Big brother, what's that sound?" Ethan closed his eyes, grabbed both my wrists with one hand. With the other hand, he gestured to everyone: "Leave for now." "Yes." Everyone filed out. The heavy door was closed again, only Ethan and I were left in the office. He took a deep breath, moved the chair back, revealing my figure. Ethan's shirt had been unbuttoned by me. The hem scattered around his strong waist, eight abs neat and tidy, muscle lines smooth, but a prominent old scar ran across. I couldn't help extending my fingertips, gently stroking that scar. The humid rainstorm and thunder of that night seemed to echo in my ears. The first bead on Ethan's wrist was lost because of this. I was kidnapped when I was sixteen. Ethan ventured alone to confront the kidnappers. At that time, he had already started practicing the vow of silence. Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hoarse and stagnant. Every syllable was like a rough string, extremely low and deep, but clearer than the deafening thunderstorm. He said: "Let her go, I'll go with you." In the end, Ethan successfully subdued the kidnappers. But this scar was added to his lower abdomen, almost costing him his life. My heart trembled slightly, fingertips with pale pink nails gently touching him. Ethan's skin was dark, on the wheat-colored skin, that scar was ugly and ferocious, edges raised like a python. His lean and solid waist and abdomen trembled, holding my wrist. I puffed out my cheeks: "Stingy, won't even let me touch." I wore a shirt and skirt today, simply pulled out my shirt too, revealing my tummy: "Not touching yours for free, I'll let you touch back." Ethan's eyebrows moved slightly, stopping my movement: "What's tattooed on your waist?" I suddenly thought of something, trying to cover it back with clothes in a flurry. But how could my strength compare to Ethan's. His arm muscles bulged, picking me up directly. Sat me on the desk, face to face with him, lifted my shirt. On the snow-white waist side, a beautiful cursive script was tattooed. —It was the signature Ethan would sign on all legal documents and company contracts. Like stamping a mark exclusive to him on a piece of snow-white, delicate paper. Ethan's breathing suddenly became heavy: "Why." I sat on the table, two calves dangling between his thighs. Looking down, I could see his eyes. Curved my eyes and said: "Because I like you." Sunlight poured like a waterfall into the spacious and bright office. Falling into the bottom of the eyes, like a sparkling lake. I cupped his face, looking into his eyes: "You don't know how much I like you." The tip of my nose smelled his light and pleasant sandalwood scent, breaths mingling. I lowered my head as if possessed, slowly, slowly approaching his lips. Only a millimeter away from his lips. The office door was suddenly opened. Liam poked his head in: "By the way, bro, I think three blind dates for sis is a bit few? "Do you want me to make a list, add a few more people..." Liam: "???" He stood dumbfounded at the door, eyes wide as copper bells. Looked at Ethan, then at me, finally back to Ethan: "Ha, excuse me, you guys, um, kissing huh." He swallowed, carefully said: "Big brother, in sister's blind date list, need me to sign you up too?" 4 Ethan ran away. After being interrupted by Liam that day, Ethan packed his bags and went on a business trip to Germany that night. I was so angry I choked Liam's neck: "Eyes not used can be donated to those in need!" Liam screamed: "How would I know you are so bold, daring to forcibly kiss big brother!" I was pressed to meet a circle of blind dates. It took full two months before Ethan returned from Germany. Bringing a huge overseas strategic investment cooperation, he held a dinner party at the Sterling villa. Night fell, lights came on. The Sterling residence was brilliantly lit, guests in fragrant clothes and beautiful hair, countless luxury cars parked outside. I pounced into Ethan's arms: "Brother, I missed you to death!" Ethan turned sideways and dodged my touch. Not seen for two months, Ethan was even more silent. All night, countless people talked to Ethan, praising his business acumen, complimenting this German strategic cooperation. And his eyes avoided me all along. As if determined to draw a line with me. I gritted my teeth, ran up to him: "Brother, to celebrate your business cooperation this time, an unknown kind person also prepared a gift for you." A drone flew over. In front of Ethan and countless guests. With a "swish," it spat out a striking banner with black characters on a red background: 【Congratulations to Ethan Sterling on his return from German Orthopedics!】 Ethan: "......" Guests: "......" I coughed: "Pure passerby, I think going to Germany for orthopedics is weird, what do you think, brother?" Ethan's gaze finally fell on me. I clearly saw the veins on Ethan's forehead jumping one by one. Expressionless, he fished out a remote control from my pocket. With a "crack." The remote control was crushed by him, and the drone fell. I laughed dryly: "German Orthopedics is good, bone density enhanced, haha, haha." Ethan raised his eyes, looked at me with a heavy gaze, signed: "Chloe Vance, what exactly do you want to do?" I smiled and said: "You." Ethan's movement stiffened for a moment, looked away: "Don't waste time on me anymore. "Did you meet the boys I arranged for you?" One sentence, like a needle, "poof" stuck into my heart. I bit my lip, said angrily: "I don't like them! "Brother, you know me, stubborn nature, won't turn back even if I hit the south wall. "Liked you for so long, can't change." I took out a box of pills, shook it, showed him: "If you don't look at me again, I can only think of a way myself, use some strong medicine." Ethan saw the label on the box clearly, eyebrows condensed, face suddenly darkened: "Where did you get the aphrodisiac? "Bold enough to threaten to drug me?" "No." I shook my head, took out a small pill in front of him, swallowed it. Then looked up, smiled at him: "This medicine, I ate it myself." Ethan's always steady mask suddenly cracked. Eyes wide, looking at me in astonishment. My cheeks flushed red, eyes watery: "The three blind dates you found for me are all here today. "Will you help me relieve the drug effect, or let others do it? "Brother, this time, you choose for me."
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