In the third year of my younger brother forcing a "poor scholarship student" to love him, her older brother finally showed up. A young, cold, handsome man stepped out of a black luxury car. The floating text comments—the "bullet screen" only I could see—were going insane: [Ahhh, the male lead's brother... finally!] [He finally made it big and came back for revenge!] [These two bully siblings are about to get destroyed.] [I’ve been waiting for their downfall for so long.] [From now on, it's the male lead and his sister's revenge arc!] The comments were celebrating. But as I looked at the man in the black suit across from me, my expression was... unnatural. Because my brother learned his "forced love" tactics from me. And three years ago... I used those same tactics on the man standing right in front of me. 1 I never thought I'd see Julian again. And I definitely never thought he'd be Sarah's brother. Three years ago, at the opening ceremony, my brother, Ryan, fell in love at first sight with the student representative, Sarah. He threw himself at her. Hard. But Sarah didn't like him. Ryan was used to getting his way. Sarah didn't like him? Fine. He relied on the fact that she was a poor orphan and used every method in the book to force her into a relationship. Of course, I tried to stop him. I tried to curb his tyrannical behavior. But Ryan shut me down with one sentence: "Sis, remember the scandal you caused with that poor student back in the day?" He said, "You gave him a car, a house, money... you even hired bodyguards to watch him so he wouldn't run away." "Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa... they all lectured you, but no one could stop you." He muttered under his breath, "I learned everything from you." 2 As he spoke, my brother—the guy who never shed a tear or begged for mercy even when Dad beat him as a kid—suddenly had red eyes. "I can listen to you about anything else," he said, his messy hair framing a face of rare seriousness. "But Sis, I really, really like her." I looked at him. For a second, I saw my past self. I, too, had once desperately sought love from a man who didn't want me. I used every trick, every resource I had. But I still couldn't keep him. He still ran away from me. Seeing the fragility on Ryan's face, I turned my back. "Fine," I said. "But aside from keeping her by your side, you cannot hurt her in any other way." "Or I will freeze all your accounts." 3 My affair with Julian back then was indeed a huge scandal. It ended poorly. Very poorly. To this day, no one dares mention his name around me. So right now, watching him step out of that black Bugatti, I felt like I was in a different lifetime. He wore a severe black suit, a luxury watch on his wrist. His assistant bowed slightly, guiding him. He seemed taller than before. When I forced him to stay with me, we had just graduated high school. He was only 18. Poor, thin, always wearing a washed-out shirt. He always turned his profile to me, cold and indifferent. He wouldn't look me in the eye for days. 4 "This is Ms. Chloe Zhou," his assistant introduced me. His eyelashes fluttered, and he finally deigned to look at me. The moment our eyes met—his dark, abyssal gaze locking onto mine—a flurry of white text zoomed across my vision: [Damn! Finally!] [The male lead is back in the country!] [This time, he's not the tragic hero anymore; he's a god!] [No more humiliation, just pure, unadulterated revenge.] [These bully siblings are the first wave of cannon fodder he's going to crush.] [Crushing them and saving his sister will be easier than squashing ants for him.] [They've bullied his sister for years. I can't wait to see them beg.] [Brother, please destroy them.] 5 I stared at the aggressive words floating in the air. Male lead? Julian? In that moment, I wasn't even surprised. Julian had everything a male lead should have. A flawless face, a brilliant mind, a stoic and enduring personality. Even his tragic, poverty-stricken background fit perfectly. "Ms. Zhou?" The assistant prompted me again. I snapped back to reality. I saw Julian's cold, impatient face. I suppressed my emotions. I looked him in the eye and spoke calmly. "I will have someone send Sarah back to you tonight." 6 His assistant had probably prepared a list of reasons and conditions to negotiate with me, fearing I'd be difficult. My clean, immediate agreement left his words hanging in mid-air. He looked at me, bewildered. Then he glanced instinctively at the silent Julian. Time had left its mark on him. The man in the black suit was inscrutable. But every move radiated the oppressive power of a mature, successful man. He was no longer the thin boy I locked in my house. "And how do we settle the harm your brother caused my sister over these years?" Julian finally spoke. His voice was low, magnetic. "Calculate it however you want," I replied. "The Zhou family won't protect him." I picked up my bag, ready to leave. "Sarah will be returned on time tonight." But Julian stopped me with a single sentence. His voice echoed in the empty lobby. "And what about you?" He asked, "How do we settle what you did to me back then?"
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