fter I finally found my long-lost younger brother, something was off. He had a completely different personality. When I slapped him, he didn't fawn over me anymore. He even tried to hit me back. Furious, I slapped him twice more across the face. "You ungrateful little brat! Who do you think you are?" As I was hitting him, a text stream appeared in the air before my eyes: [LMAO. The rebellious young master just ran away from his billionaire brother's mansion. He was living his best stray life, about to join a gang, and then he gets kidnapped by the heroine and dragged home.] [One slap shattered his gangster dreams.] [Seriously though, the heroine needs to get her face blindness checked.] [Her actual poor brother is probably still starving somewhere.] Me: "?" 1 What? I got the wrong brother? I squinted, looking closely at the boy in front of me. He was clutching his face, glaring at me with eyes full of grievance and hatred. It seemed... maybe... possibly... I did get the wrong kid. After all, if I hit my real brother, he'd never look at me with hate. He'd just hug my hand with starry eyes and say, "Sis, your hand smells like vanilla. Hit me again, I didn't get a good whiff." Damn it. It's all because of my severe prosopagnosia (face blindness). My adorable little brother must be huddled somewhere, waiting for me to find him. Thinking of this, I got angry again. "If you aren't my brother, why did you come home with me?!" "I could have found him by now!" The boy stiffened his neck, about to yell back, but then he seemed to remember something and shut his mouth tight. The floating text updated: [Haha, sis, seriously? You literally dragged him home by force. He was screaming 'You aren't my sister! I don't know you!' the whole way. You just weren't listening.] [And now the poor kid is too scared to speak because he thinks you'll slap him again.] I felt a pang of guilt. Oh. So he was telling the truth. I thought he was just being a brat. But there was no time to argue. My real brother was waiting! I had to go find him. And dump this kid back on the street. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Hello." I answered impatiently. A deep, magnetic male voice came from the other end. "Hello." Damn. It was a hot guy voice! I immediately switched to my sweet, customer-service voice. "Hi there, may I ask who is calling?" The man paused. "Do you know a boy named Yu-Yu? He claims to be your brother. My own brother ran away recently, and I have a bit of face blindness... I think I grabbed the wrong kid. I'm very sorry. Send me your address, I'll bring him over." The text stream floated by: [LMAO. Two face-blind people crashed into each other and swapped brothers.] [What are the odds? The face-blind sis kidnaps the billionaire's brother, and the billionaire kidnaps the face-blind sis's brother.] [The billionaire's brother really got the short end of the stick. The sis's brother is eating a five-star meal at a mansion right now, while the young master just ate a couple of slaps.] 2 I started to panic. Crap. That kid is a billionaire heir's brother. If he goes home and tattles that I beat him up... They'll bulldoze my crappy rental apartment. They might even hire someone to beat me up. I imagined a scene: Me surrounded by men in black suits holding iron bars. The kid, standing next to a tall, cold man, hands on his hips, looking smug. "Brother, let them hit her! Hit her hard!" Terrifying. No. I can't let that happen! "Ahem." I forced a gentle smile and reached out to pat the boy's head. "Little brother, big sis didn't mean to—" Before I could touch him, he screeched like a goose about to be slaughtered. "Don't! Don't touch me! Just wait until I get home! I'll have my brother destroy you!" I'm dead. So dead. Okay, the "gentle and reasonable" approach failed. I instantly dropped the smile. I grabbed a handful of his hair, my voice turning icy. "Well, no point playing nice then." "Listen to me. If you dare say a single word about this when you get home, I will camp outside your mansion. Every time I see you, I will beat you." My voice got lower and more menacing with every word. The boy turned pale and started shaking like a leaf. The text stream: [Is she threatening a child? She's evil.] [Don't feel too bad. This kid is a bully. He uses his brother's status to terrorize scholarship students at school. He's a nightmare.] [Does his brother not care?] [His brother runs a conglomerate. He's busy. Plus, their parents died young. The brother feels guilty leaving the kid alone, so he spoils him. He gets called to school constantly, but he can't bring himself to hit the kid, and scolding doesn't work.] [Recently, the kid watched some action movies and decided to run away to join a gang. His brother was frantic looking for him.] [But even if he takes him back, he can't really discipline him. The kid just throws a tantrum, cries about being an orphan, and the brother caves.] [So, honestly? He deserved those slaps.] I was enjoying the gossip when the doorbell rang. 3 I opened the door. A figure launched into my arms, sobbing. "Sis!" Even though his face looked blurry to me, I knew him instantly. This was my adorable brother! My heart melted. I hugged him back. "It's okay, it's okay. You're back." "Hello. Sorry to interrupt." I looked up. Standing outside the door was a man. Tall, composed, aloof. Even backlit by the hallway light, his handsome, sharp features were undeniable. Was this the famous billionaire, Lucas Fu? He was unfairly good-looking. It made my dingy apartment look even worse. I tried to calm my racing heart. "H-hi." "BROTHER!" A scream came from behind me. The boy with the slap marks on his face was cowering in the corner. He wanted to run to his brother but seemed glued to the spot, glancing fearfully at me. I'm done for. The marks haven't even faded yet. His brother is going to tear me apart. I looked up nervously. Lucas Fu was staring at the red handprint on his brother's face. His brows furrowed. "What happened?" His voice dropped, cold as ice, as he looked at me. "Did you do that?" My heart sank. It's over! I pressed down on my trembling leg. Don't panic. There's a way out. I forced myself to look calm. I walked over to the boy, put on a comforting smile, and reached out to pat his head. See? I'm gentle. I don't hit people. Just as I reached out... The boy flinched violently, covering his head with his arms. "Don't hit me! I'll listen! I'll be good!" Me: "..." Well. That backfired. That just proved how badly I beat him. My hand froze in mid-air. Should I do a 360-degree spinning kneel to apologize? Would that look sincere? I heard footsteps approaching. Lucas Fu! He's coming to beat me up. I was terrified. The next second, my hand was grabbed. His hand was large and warm. I looked up, confused. I caught a flash of... joy? in his eyes. Wait. What? Did I see that right? Joy? Before I could process it, Lucas spoke. "Would you be willing to work as a full-time nanny for my brother? The salary is negotiable. Room and board included." Behind me, his brother’s face went deathly pale. The text stream: [LMAO. The brother is thrilled. He finally found someone who can handle the brat. He can't bring himself to hit him, so he's hiring the Face-Blind Sis to do it! She has no mercy. The kid's reign of terror is over.] Well then. I gripped his hand firmly. "I do!" 4 Perfect timing. I just lost my job and my landlord raised the rent. I was basically homeless. I don't mind sleeping on a park bench, but my brother, Yu-Yu, is a student at a top high school. He has homework until 2 AM. I can't let him suffer. So, after going home with the billionaire, I went to his study to negotiate. I asked if he could transfer my brother to a better school. Lucas agreed immediately. He said he'd put Yu-Yu in the same elite private school, same class, as his brother, Leo. The irony! My brother is going to a school for aristocrats! Lucas was efficient. He called his secretary right then to handle the transfer. I bowed deeply. "Boss, you are generous! Thank you!" "I will go educate... I mean, nurture your brother right now! I'll make him a model citizen!" I happily backed out of the room and closed the door. I turned around and saw my brother, Yu-Yu, standing there with red eyes. His fists were clenched. He was trembling. "Sis..." "Why... why did you come out of his room dressed like that? Did he... force you?" "Sis, sob, let's go. I don't want to live in a mansion. Let's go back to the rental. You can't do this for me..." "I'll make lots of money in the future. I'll give it all to you. I don't want you to be bullied by him sob..." Me: "?" Touching, but... what? I looked down. Oh. In my rush to negotiate, I hadn't dried off completely after my shower. I threw on a thin, worn-out T-shirt. It was see-through. Damn. So embarrassing. No wonder Lucas wouldn't look me in the eye earlier. I thought he was being an arrogant rich guy. Turns out... I dragged my crying brother away from the scene of the crime. After a long explanation, he finally believed me. "Really?" "Really. Your sister is smart. I wouldn't let myself get taken advantage of." Besides, with Lucas's face and bank account... who's taking advantage of whom? Of course, I didn't say that out loud. To Yu-Yu, I am a goddess. I deserve Chris Evans.
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