From Ex's Brother to Husband_

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From Ex's Brother to Husband Introduction：I spent three years chasing Lu Chuan. He never committed, never outright refused—until the day he finally said, ‘Qinghe, you’re just like a sister to me.’ Fine. That same night, I went to a VIP club and ordered eight male escorts. As luck would have it, No. 7 was a rare ‘limited edition’—until the police raided the place and dragged him away. I had to call Daddy for an emergency extraction.** Then I pulled some strings: had Lu Chuan audited for tax evasion, shorted his company into bankruptcy, and walked away with both an adorable puppy-eyed boyfriend and a mountain of cash. Ultimate life win." One In my senior year of high school, Lu Chuan moved next door to me. He was elegant and refined, seeming like he existed in a different dimension from the rest of us. I developed an infatuation for him. After the college entrance exams, I pursued him relentlessly, even giving up my spot at University A to attend a university in City B where he was studying. For three years—from freshman to junior year—I chased after him without pause. The first year, I confessed my feelings, but he didn’t accept them. The second year, I confessed again, and though he didn’t reject me, I took it as tacit approval. The third year, I proposed to him, only for him to say, "Qinghe, you’re just like a little sister to me." Heartbroken, I drowned my sorrows at a club and, in a fit of anger, ordered eight male escorts. Number Seven had a slender waist, long legs, and a handsome face. The way he looked down at me reminded me so much of Lu Chuan that, driven by lust, I booked him for a private session. Clinging to him, we entered the hotel’s "Black Girl Loves Dog Egg" couples-themed room. I had no idea what "Black Girl" or "Dog Egg" meant. All I knew was that Number Seven and I went wild all night. I loved the way he looked down at me, and under his intense, dark gaze, I clung to him almost the entire night. The next morning, exhausted and sore, I left ten thousand yuan by his pillow before fleeing in shame. I knew how I acted when drunk, and considering how much we’d used our kidneys that night, Number Seven probably had work-related injuries. That ten grand was my compensation to him. Back at my apartment, I spotted Lu Chuan leaning against his car from afar. Overjoyed, I ran toward him. "Lu Chuan, were you waiting for me?" "Where were you yesterday? Why didn’t you come home?" His tone was as cool and detached as ever, devoid of any emotion. For some reason, I felt guilty. "I had a club event yesterday. It ran late, so I stayed at a hotel." "It’s not safe for a girl—a homo sapiens—to stay at a hotel alone. Next time, call me to pick you up." "Okay!" Without hesitation, I felt my hope reignite. Just then, I saw Song Qingqing, my study partner from the same major, emerge from the neighboring apartment. "Qingqing? When did you move here?" The place next door had been vacant before, and though I’d recommended it to her, she’d initially refused. "I just moved in yesterday. Brother Lu Chuan helped me find this place." She called him "Brother Lu Chuan" affectionately and looped her arm through his. Lu Chuan smiled softly and held her hand, their fingers intertwining. "Well, if there’s nothing else, you should head back. Qingqing and I have things to do." He considerately opened the passenger door for her, waited for her to settle in, then walked around to the driver’s side. Once inside, he leaned his entire homo sapiens body toward her to fasten her seatbelt—tender, meticulous care I had never received in three years of chasing him. It felt like a hole had been torn in my heart, letting in a freezing gust of wind. "So, Lu Chuan, you weren’t here for me after all, were you?" "When did I say I was here for you? Shen Qinghe, stop making a scene." For the first time, his expression shifted from indifference to impatience. Ignoring my hand still gripping the car window, he floored the accelerator and sped off. The momentum sent me crashing to the ground. Two Returning to the apartment in a daze, I buried my head between my knees. Why? Lu Chuan, why would you do this to me? And Song Qingqing—she clearly knew Lu Chuan was my boyfriend. No, maybe they just happened to have something to discuss? Looking at the pictures Song Qingqing posted in her social media feed, there were a whole group of people in the room, weren’t there? Desperate to confirm this thought, I ignored the injury on my arm, grabbed my phone from the couch, and headed straight for the hotel where Song Qingqing had checked in. Room 8, Room 8—I searched all the way down the hallway, only to see two people embracing at the far end. It was Lu Chuan and Song Qingqing. The door to the private room opened, and Chen Ce, Lu Chuan’s friend, stepped out. "I knew it! Good thing I had the foresight!" he said, slipping a key card into the pocket of Lu Chuan’s suit jacket. "Hmph! Aren’t you clever?" Lu Chuan reached out and ruffled Chen Ce’s hair. Chen Ce was a year younger, and Lu Chuan treated him like a little brother. "Qingqing, go up and wait for me, hm?" Lu Chuan murmured suggestively to Song Qingqing. Blushing, Song Qingqing nodded and took the key card, heading straight for the elevator. Chen Ce pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Lu Chuan. "Bro, what are you planning to do about Shen Qinghe?" "She’s just a little sister," Lu Chuan exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone indifferent. "Then why did you play her boyfriend for two years? Why not just reject her outright?" Chen Ce didn’t get it. How was this any different from being a scumbag? That Song Qingqing was obviously trouble—just a fling at best. "The world’s a messy place. I didn’t want her getting led astray." "And what if you end up ruining her chance at a real relationship? She’s a grown woman—worst case, she dates a few guys, falls in love a few times. How is that ‘getting led astray’? It’s not like she’s an idiot!" Chen Ce was exasperated. Heh. Wasn’t she, though? A complete and utter fool! I mocked myself silently. "Mind your own business." Chen Ce’s words clearly irritated Lu Chuan. "Fine, fine. Go on upstairs. Your little plaything’s probably already scrubbed clean and waiting for you." Chen Ce was as irreverent as ever. "She’s your sister-in-law. Show some respect." Lu Chuan gave him a pointed look before turning to leave. I clenched my fists, forcing down the bitterness in my heart, desperately telling myself that hearing wasn’t the same as seeing—maybe this was all a misunderstanding? Maybe they were just upstairs discussing work or their thesis. I watched him knock on the hotel room door, watched them embrace and kiss, watched them collapse onto the bed, unrestrained and reckless. I stood there, outside the door, peering through the gap as they went through every step with practiced ease. At that moment, my heart turned to ice. I stumbled out of the hotel in a haze, even politely closing the door behind me before leaving. Back at the lounge, I ordered No. 7 again. Tonight, he was running late, and I drank alone until I was nearly senseless. "Jiejie, how are you drunk again?" In the hotel room, he soothed my heart, wounded over and over again. I clung to him wildly, desperate for the warmth I craved. He said, "Jiejie, I don’t want to work hard anymore." I stroked his cheek and, as if possessed, promised, "Jiejie will take care of you." Perfect. Jiejie didn’t want to work hard anymore, either. Drunk and lost, I wrapped myself around him, surrendering to the tides of desire. Three The next day, I woke up to find my wounds already bandaged—it must have been No. 7’s doing; he’s always meticulous. As usual, I left ten thousand dollars behind and turned to leave. From an angle I couldn’t see, No. 7 opened his eyes, watching me go, his gaze dark and unfathomable. Once again, the three of us stood at the apartment entrance. “You didn’t come home again last night?” Lu Chuan frowned, his tone dripping with displeasure. “Didn’t I tell you not to stay out overnight?” “Lu Chuan, we’re done. Stop acting like you have any right to control me.” We’d already broken up—since when did he get to dictate where I slept? Ha! The audacity. “Qinghe, Brother Lu Chuan is just worried about you.” Song Qingqing grabbed my arm and gave it a gentle shake, as if we were the best of friends. I flung her hand off. “Song Qingqing, stay out of my business.” “Qinghe, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Her eyes welled up with tears as she clutched my hand again, her face a picture of disbelief. “What kind of friends? If we were really friends, how could you not have known Lu Chuan was my boyfriend?” I was genuinely curious—would she admit to knowing or not? Well, she didn’t choose. She just kept crying, digging her nails deep into my skin. In pain, I shoved her hard, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Ah!” “Qingqing!” Lu Chuan rushed to scoop her up. “Qingqing, are you okay?” “Brother Lu Chuan, I’m fine. Don’t blame Qinghe.” Hah! What an act. *Slap!* Lu Chuan’s palm struck my face. “Shen Qinghe, you’ve gone too far!” “Lu Chuan! What the hell are you doing?” A furious voice cut through the air as a figure swiftly stepped between us, shielding me. It was No. 7. “I’m disciplining my sister. This is none of your business!” Lu Chuan’s anger flared even hotter seeing someone defend me, as if I’d committed some unforgivable sin. “Shen Qinghe! How many times have I told you not to associate with shady people? Why do you even know him?” Tears blurred my vision, obscuring the disgust on Lu Chuan’s face. “You—!” “I’m not your sister. You have no right to control me.” I grabbed the sleeve of the man in front of me, stopping his half-thrown punch. “Carry me back.” I turned toward him and buried myself in his arms. No. 7 lifted me effortlessly, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and ignored Lu Chuan and Song Qingqing completely. …… “Does it hurt?” No. 7 bent his head, carefully applying medicine to my cheek. “You drank so much last night, even with these injuries.” “Why are you here?” My voice was still thick with unshed tears. “Did you forget what you said last night?” “What?” “You said you’d take care of me.” No. 7 met my eyes, his expression deadly serious. Me: ……… “I was just saying that. Don’t take it seriously.” Guilt prickled at me for my thoughtless words. “Shen Qinghe, I have a name. It’s Lu Yan. And I *am* taking it seriously.” He leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a reverent caress. Then, in one smooth motion, he pressed me back against the couch, his kisses trailing from my lips to the curve of my neck. He peeled away my clothes layer by layer, as if unwrapping a cherished gift. “No.” The last shreds of my rationality resurfaced, and I pushed against his chest. “Why not? Neither of us is married. We’re both single. So why not?” His lips grazed my ear, his voice rough and intoxicating. This was the first time we’d done this sober, and I felt a flutter of shyness. But more than that—conflict. The first two times had been about drowning my sorrows, losing myself in the haze of alcohol. But this time? What did it mean? Lu Yan had an answer: “It means you’re keeping me, and I’m providing equal compensation.” I had no rebuttal. Without another word, he parted my legs and sank into me. I clung to him tightly, my manicured nails carving red trails down his back. “Sister, here? Is this good? Hmm?” He was an expert guide. For the first time, I understood—*truly* understood—the appeal of a younger man. And it hit me: life was too damn short to waste it pining over someone who didn’t deserve me.

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