My fiancé always targets the poor boy I sponsor. Pushed back, the boy stumbled, his eyes full of fear and innocence. "Sister, it's my fault for being clumsy and making your boyfriend angry again." Suddenly, floating comments appeared before my eyes. [Listen to him lie. Just now he provoked your boyfriend: 'Can an old man pushing thirty even satisfy my sister?'] [Who are you? Just a toy she plays with when she's drunk.] [You can tolerate that without hitting me? Are you even a man?] My pupils quaked in disbelief. Who knew that one day, the poor student would actually climb into my bed? He stood before my fiancé, his face full of provocation and satisfaction. "You didn't have the ability to keep her. Can you blame me?" Chapter 1 As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Liam push Noah, causing him to stumble. A vein throbbed in my temple. I rushed over to help Noah up. "Liam! Why are you always picking on him?!" Noah held me pitifully, his dark eyes misty and shrinking back. "Sister, it's my fault. I made Liam angry again." The floating comments spamming my vision were chaotic. [Wow, this kid is a master manipulator. If I wasn't there, I would've been fooled.] [This face-changing skill belongs in the Sichuan Opera.] A VIP comment even popped up a video window. Five minutes ago, Noah had his chin raised, spitting words soft yet venomous. [Who are you? Just a toy she greets when she's bored and sleeps with when she's tired.] [You're thirty. An old man, half in the grave. How can you compete with me?] [You can tolerate that without hitting me? Liam, are you even a man?] No wonder Liam wanted to hit him. I loosened my grip on Noah, but he immediately rubbed against me. Liam's face was purple with rage, his lips trembling. It took him a long time to speak. "Chloe, he's twenty-two, not twelve! He's not a child! You have no idea what he just said to me!" Noah tugged at my sleeve, his eyes full of panic and innocence. "Sis, I really don't know what I said wrong. Even if I offended Liam, he's an adult. Couldn't he reason with me? He just started hitting me!" "Sis, when you have time, you should advise him to see a doctor. An older man being this irritable isn't good." I shook off his hand and scolded him to shut up. Noah stood aside reluctantly. Liam had high self-esteem and cared about his image. He definitely couldn't repeat Noah's words. I took his hand and looked at him sincerely. "Sorry. If he really said something, don't take it to heart. I'll discipline him properly when we get back." Liam gradually calmed down. "Chloe, he's an adult who can be held criminally responsible. You can't let him live with you forever." Noah truly panicked now. "Liam, what right do you have to dictate my life!" I turned back and glared at him. The comments celebrated. [The little tea bitch messed up! Talked smack and got his base stolen hahahaha!] [Let's see how he pretends now.] [It's over. Your sister doesn't want you anymore!] Back then, Noah came to New York alone for college. He said he was afraid of not getting along with roommates, so he borrowed a room at my place. Later, I got busy with work, so I let him stay wherever. Thinking back, it was indeed my negligence. I nodded to Liam. As I prepared to leave, he tugged at my hem. Liam's ears turned red as he whispered: "Chloe, I haven't had my birthday yet this year. I'm only twenty-nine." Noah snorted coldly. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Chapter 2 I drove Noah home. He kept his head down, quietly playing with his fingers. Just like when he was twelve and met me for the first time—obedient, like a beautiful, hollow doll. My heart ached suddenly. But the comments made me restless. Noah's arrogant and vicious expression kept flashing in my mind. I thought I had done my best for him, granting his every wish. But when did Noah secretly grow into that person where I couldn't see? Arriving at the destination, I stopped the car. In the dead silence. Noah spoke first. "Sister, don't be troubled. I'll move out." I choked up for a moment. He lowered his head, tugging at his shirt. Though his words were decisive, the tremor at the end betrayed the boy's feelings. I almost said forget it. The comments jumped out again. [Okay, okay, playing the pity card, right? Knowing sister is soft-hearted and can't stand this retreat-to-advance tactic.] [If you really make him move out, he won't be happy.] [Ignore him! He's faking it!] The words asking him to stay swirled on my lips before I swallowed them back. "Okay. You can stay in the dorm tonight. Move your things slowly later." Noah looked up sharply, his face full of confusion and hurt. That night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, recalling the past. Noah's mother was deaf-mute, and his father carried cement at construction sites. Though poor, they scraped by. Until an acquaintance introduced them to a pyramid scheme. The couple went all in. Luckily, the police raided the den, saving their lives, but all their money was gone. Noah was nine then. Locked alone at home for two weeks, drinking tap water when thirsty, gnawing on cucumbers when hungry. Later, Noah's dad got addicted to gambling. The family owed a mountain of debt and was beaten half to death at their door. Later still, one hanged himself, the other jumped into the river. Relatives avoided him like the plague. Noah was sent to an orphanage. I sponsored him from age twelve to eighteen. Noah had high pride; after starting college, he refused to take a penny from me. He was smart, getting into the top university in New York, winning scholarships every year, and wanting to give me all the money. And he was so well-behaved, shyly calling me Sister. I tossed and turned, suspicious of the sudden comments. Should I trust inexplicable floating text over the brother I raised for ten years? Just then, my phone rang abruptly. "Are you Noah's sister? I'm his roommate. Someone locked him in the equipment room, and his claustrophobia is acting up!" My head exploded with a boom. Chapter 3 When I saw Noah, he was curled up in a corner like a baring-teeth beast, refusing to let anyone near. I had to call him softly. "Noah, I'm here." His face was pale, his unfocused pupils slightly focusing only when he saw me: "Chloe, you really came to save me." His breathing was rapid. He couldn't wait to pounce on me, hugging me, sticky cold sweat staining my neck. Guilt instantly filled my heart. The comments jumped out immediately. [Wow! Has claustrophobia but dares to lock himself in a dark room. What if sister had her phone on Do Not Disturb?] [Acting. Just did a hundred push-ups and soaked himself in cold water.] [Omg, truly a mad dog who can't leave his sister for a second.] They were lying. Noah is my most obedient brother, not a mad dog. It was 4 or 5 AM when we got home. I settled him down and wrapped myself in the quilt to sleep. When I woke up the next day, toothbrush in mouth, I saw two people sitting in the living room through my blurry eyes. My boyfriend, and the brother I promised my boyfriend I would send away. I calmly locked myself back in the bathroom. Damn, I'm dead. But the comments actively fanned the flames, broadcasting the situation outside with video clips. Liam and Noah were staring each other down. Liam spoke first. "Chloe and I started with free love, not an arranged marriage." "We are serious about this relationship, and our feelings are stable. So I hope you stop clinging to her." Noah propped his chin on his hand and smiled. "Liam, look up at this house." Liam was confused. "What's your point?" Noah sneered. "Chloe dislikes cold tones, so the curtains are pale pink. She likes wood floors but fears maintenance, so the living room is tiled, wood only in the bedrooms. She loves flowers, so I filled the balcony with azaleas and hydrangeas." "I bought the furniture. I renovated the house. I bought her bed, the sheets, the pillows, even the body wash and shampoo in the bathroom!" "Chloe can date anyone, but she only comes back to live with me." "Liam, you're not her first boyfriend, and you won't be the last." "So, what are you posturing about in front of me?" Liam pressed his thin lips tight, suppressing his anger. I slapped my forehead in frustration. When Noah was in high school in New York, I let him live in this apartment. But he said he couldn't accept it for free. So I had to stay over occasionally to check his homework and assert ownership. Later, when he started college, I got busy. Noah said he wanted to repay me, so he took over cooking lunch and dinner, delivering them in thermal boxes. I thought the delivery was too much trouble for him, so I just came back to eat after work. He said it was troublesome to go elsewhere to sleep after dark, so I just stayed. And stayed until now. What "living together"?! It wasn't like that at the start! Noah wasn't done. He looked at Liam provocatively. "Oh right, do you know her phone password? Since you respect each other so much, you must respect privacy, right?" "But I know it." "Want to hit me again? Don't hold back. She'll feel sorry for me." Liam was calm this time. "Don't you know? Chloe and I are engaged." "So we aren't just boyfriend and girlfriend. I'm her fiancé." "And after we marry, she won't live in this house anymore." Chapter 4 The comments gloated. [Shocking! Roles reversed! The main wife becomes the mistress!] [Hahahaha Noah is truly broken now. This kid is grinding his teeth to dust while forcing a smile.] [Main wife Liam is almost thirty but still charming, mistress Noah is full of style and pitiable. I say take them both!] Seeing the comments getting more ridiculous, I couldn't hide anymore. Noah's words terrified me; I didn't want to think deeper. I chased them out as soon as I emerged. "Don't you two have serious things to do? Stop hanging around here." Noah stared straight at me, his black eyes full of panic and helplessness, like a desperate gambler on a cliff's edge. "Chloe, are you engaged?" Burned by his gaze, I looked away. "No manners. Call me Sister. This is between us; don't worry about it blindly." Noah pushed the door open and left. Liam sat on the sofa without a word. I had to coax the one in front of me first. Liam and I started after a drunken night. Though not a fairytale beginning, Liam was considerate, had a model's body, was great in bed, and our thinking matched perfectly. Dating him was a natural progression. I leaned on his shoulder. "Is Young Master Sterling angry?" Liam had long eyes and long lashes. They fluttered beautifully when he was emotional. Liam sighed. "Chloe, do you really not understand?" "When we were on a business trip, Noah deliberately walked in the rain to find you, used a high fever to cling to you all night, and constantly provoked me and declared sovereignty in front of me." "These things have long exceeded the feelings a brother should have. Chloe, do you really not understand at all?"
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