When I was eighteen, my dad came home with my nemesis and a DNA test report in hand. Suddenly, floating comments appeared before my eyes like a live stream: "The heroine is no longer the only daughter of the Vanderbilt family." "The show begins! Let me savor this family drama!" I was furious and slammed the table: "You bold illegitimate child! How dare you step into my house!" My dad immediately covered my mouth and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! Julian is your mom's and my biological son." Julian and I were born on the same year, same month, and same day. If he is my mom and dad's child... Then who am I? 1 High school graduation. I walked out of the exam hall full of confidence, looking for my nemesis, Julian. The exam felt smooth. I wouldn't say I'd be the state valedictorian, but beating Julian should be a lock. I had to go rub it in his face. The students poured out of the school like wild dogs off the leash. But finding Julian was easy. Just look for the tallest guy in the crowd. After all, Julian is 6'3". I scanned the crowd and locked onto him instantly. Julian looked weird today. He was wearing a flashy suit and seemed to have styled his hair. Looking a little handsome. The roses in his arms were still fresh with dew. Oh no, this guy is definitely going to confess his love to someone. I calculated the failure rate of Julian's confession. Rich kid, straight-A student, school heartthrob, captain of the basketball team with abs... Plus a bunch of first-place trophies from various competitions. With all these buffs, the probability of Julian failing his confession was lower than the sun rising from the west tomorrow. Is this guy really going to win at both love and academics? No way. Not on my watch. I hid behind the crowd, secretly took a photo, and sent it to Julian's mom. Auntie May, I'm reporting Julian for dating early. Auntie May replied quickly: Bella, isn't Julian confessing to you? Are you rejecting him and reporting him at the same time? Huh? Me? Confessing to me? In an instant, I felt like I was hit by Pikachu's Thunderbolt, fried to a crisp. Wait, I'm not a French fry. I mean, I was shocked to the core. No! Is that the point? The point is, I treat Julian as my nemesis, and he wants to date me? Even if he's the school heartthrob, that's a no. For the first time, I felt my 5'3" height was actually pretty good. Easy to slip away. I followed the crowd and snuck home. After graduation, I should be catching up on sleep. Dating is such a waste of time. 2 Sleeping groggily, I felt myself being wrapped in a large embrace. I was too sleepy, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep. My face felt ticklish, so I swatted at it in my dream. Someone seemed to speak: "Okay, no more kissing." I don't know how long I slept before my eyelids were willing to open. As soon as I opened my eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes met mine with a smile. Is this a fox spirit? I reached out and touched his face. So handsome. Consciousness slowly returned. Wait! I finally realized it was that dog Julian who climbed over the balcony into my room again. I kicked him off the bed. Caught off guard, Julian fell with a heavy thud. The floor shook. "Trying to murder your husband?" Julian rubbed his butt and climbed up. Before I could retort, the next second, roses were stuffed into my arms. Julian said, "Happy graduation, my little wifey." I stuffed them back. "Not accepting, thanks." Julian stuffed them back again: "You promised to marry me when we were kids." I stuffed the flowers back again: "Childhood promises don't count." Julian: "A gentleman's promise is heavy as a mountain." Me: "I'm a villain." Julian: "You, you, you..." Me: "You what!" ... After three hundred rounds, Julian left resentfully. Leaving behind a sentence before he left. "Bella, I'll be back." 3 I thought Julian would come back. But I never thought Julian would come back like this. My dad brought him in. I thought he couldn't out-talk me and decided to try a different approach. But my dad's expression was wrong, and Julian's expression was even more wrong. It felt like the world was about to explode in the next second. My dad, hands trembling, took out a paternity test report. The subjects were my dad and Julian. The conclusion read: Based on the analysis of DNA results, it is supported that Arthur Vanderbilt is the biological father of Julian. What?! Maybe because the plot was too melodramatic, it actually summoned bullet screen comments (danmu) floating in the air: "The heroine is no longer the only daughter of the Vanderbilt family." "The show begins! Let me savor this family drama!" "I expected messy, but not THIS messy!" Julian and I were born on the same year, same month, and same day! That means my dad cheated with Auntie May shortly after being with my mom. Or maybe he came back from cheating and had me with my mom. In an instant, my sky collapsed. No wonder I've always felt like Julian and I were astrologically incompatible. Since that's the case, don't blame me for not being polite. I was furious, slammed the table, and stood up: "You bold illegitimate child! How dare you step into my house!" Julian looked at me, his eyes full of sadness. Why is he sad? Aren't my mom and I the biggest victims? I opened my mouth, planning to directly greet the culprit—my dad, that old scumbag. My dad immediately covered my mouth and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense! Julian is your mom's and my biological son." Please, Julian and I were born on the same day. If Julian is my mom and dad's child... Then who am I? My brain spun fast. My dad is 6'3", my mom is 5'9". And I am 5'3". Growing up, everyone said I didn't look like my dad or my mom. The bullet screen didn't forget to add insult to injury: "The heroine is really too cute." "Why is the heroine's brain full of illegitimate children? Has she never thought about being switched at birth?" At this point, there is only one truth. The "Switched at Birth" trope has become reality. Julian and I were switched. I am not my mom's biological daughter! For a mommy's girl, this is a fatal blow. Moreover, my mom and Auntie May have different parenting philosophies. Thinking about Auntie May's strict elite education, Julian and his brothers grew up between school and tutoring classes. While my mom had only one attitude: as long as my daughter is happy. That won't do. I can't believe this dog-blood life. Oh heavens! Oh earth! Oh fate! I rushed over, hugging my mom and crying: "Mommy, although I'm not your biological daughter, I really love you, I can't bear to leave you! Mommy, don't drive me away, don't send me to Auntie May." I cried sincerely. It didn't move my mom; instead, she slapped the back of my head mercilessly. I was shocked, freezing on the spot. Did the love transfer so quickly? I wailed even louder. My mom said grumpily: "I told you to read fewer messy novels, but you wouldn't listen. Something happens, and you start fantasizing. Your primary task now is to delete that reading app from your phone." How can I do that? I haven't finished reading so many good stories. I looked aggrieved. My mom couldn't help laughing. It melted my dad's eternal iceberg face, bringing a hint of warmth. My dad patted my head and softened his voice: "Stop crying. We didn't say you aren't our biological daughter either." What? Under my parents' explanation, I finally figured out the whole story. It turned out my mom gave birth to fraternal twins back then. But Auntie May, who gave birth on the same day in the same VIP ward, had a stillborn baby due to doctor error. The doctor couldn't afford to offend the richest family in the city, the Sterlings. Seeing that our family had twins, he took my mom's son, swapping the civet for the prince, to replace the Sterling family's stillborn. Then he told my family: "Congratulations, you have a precious daughter." Full of holes. Unreasonable. Makes no sense. I could only ask my mom: "Didn't you do prenatal checkups?" My mom suddenly had tears in her eyes, looking up at the sky. My dad took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. Sighing, he answered: "Your mom and I were DINKs (Double Income, No Kids). If we knew she was pregnant, we would have aborted. Probably knowing our thoughts, you two siblings gave your mom zero pregnancy symptoms and even caused some monthly bleeding to confuse us. When your mom had a stomachache and was sent to the hospital, you two popped out." Julian and I were silent. Suddenly, a comment floated by. "Although it's a mess, does anyone feel sorry for our male lead? He's about to shatter." Male lead? I looked at Julian. F*ck! I'm the heroine? Julian is the male lead? We are biological siblings! I can only pray we are going for a family affection route. Deep sibling love is barely acceptable. The bullet screen never let me go: "The male lead wakes up to find his beloved wifey became his biological sister. His sky collapsed." "Male lead's inner monologue: I wanted wifey to call me 'Oppa' (Brother), but I meant it in a romantic way, not a genetic way." "It's okay, it's okay, this is all part of the setbacks. The heroine will end up with the male lead." "Nemesis trope plus taboo elements, ahhh author you really know what you're doing." "Like! Write more! Love to watch!" Oh my god. No way. Everyone knows incest is intolerable to society. The place that tolerates what society doesn't tolerate is also intolerable to society. Oh no, it's the German Orthopedics Ward! (Internet slang for incest treatment) My god! Is Julian trying to ruin this family? I sneaked a peek at Julian, trembling with fear. Julian caught me. Julian's beautiful dark pupils trembled. Sensing my wariness towards him, the pool of spring water in his eyes shattered into a sky full of stars. I didn't comfort him. Who knows where the comfort would lead? I insist on: better you die than me. Let Julian be sad by himself. 4 I started avoiding Julian. No, I have to call him Arthur Jr. now... wait, no, Julian Vanderbilt. The fact that Julian is my brother brought quite a shock to my circle. They started a new group chat, discussing frantically. "Oh my god, that doctor had some guts. Swapping babies, offending two wealthy families at once!" "Good thing the doctors and nurses involved back then were all sent to prison by the Sterlings." "Deserved. But I'm curious what Julian thinks?" "What can he think? Probably going crazy. Not playing ball, not logging into games, locking himself in his room all day. He even bailed on the graduation trip to see the Northern Lights in Scandinavia." "Well, how could Julian go now." "Why do you say that?" "Because Bella has always liked the Northern Lights. Julian planned to take Bella to see them and bond." "Julian liked Bella so much, a secret crush for years, finally finding out she's his biological sister. How can he handle it?" "Feel sorry for Julian." "Feel sorry +1." Amidst a pile of sympathy. I belatedly realized that some of Julian's strange behaviors back then made sense if he liked me. Basketball game, taking away the water I just opened. Insisting on teaching me different solutions to math and physics final questions. Reporting boys who wrote me love letters... Too many to count. Back then, I thought he was provoking me... But it's meaningless to say these things now. The group was still discussing: "By the way, did Julian confess to Bella? If he succeeded, wouldn't that be the real-life version of 'May all lovers turn out to be siblings'?" "Even if they dated, they'd have to break up. Wealthy families like ours can't accept taboo love." I really want to curse this pretentious guy to death. Someone beat me to it: "Lee the Second, what nonsense are you spouting? No normal family would accept it, okay!" "Wait, who the hell added Bella to the group!" "Holy sht!"* Amidst a pile of "grass" (slang for f*ck) emojis, the newly established gossip group was disbanded. So uncomfortable, can't watch them gossip about me anymore. I felt helpless. It's no longer about love or not love. Julian being my brother is an established fact. We have to stay within the bounds of secular morality. Julian should understand. He thinks about his romance. I think about my inheritance rights. I hope Julian doesn't hate me because of love and fight too hard for the money. I think a 50/50 split is reasonable. The evening breeze was a bit hot today. Cicadas disturbed my dreams. I climbed up. Stared at the wall Julian used to like climbing the most from the balcony, dazing for a long time. I don't know how long passed, the door of the balcony next door clicked softly. I turned my head and saw Julian, who now lives next to me. He didn't expect me to be on the balcony either, stunned for a long time before speaking. "Why... haven't you slept yet?" The love I didn't notice before was now surging in Julian's eyes. I seemed to find the beginning of the tangled mess. Julian's love was being peeled away bit by bit in front of me. I started to see. But now the love carries struggle. Julian wanted to hide it, but couldn't. If I had to describe my feelings. It's that, I rejected him before because I've been single since birth and couldn't accept a confession momentarily. Now it's a moral judgment! Dame (No)! It won't pass censorship. I could only pretend to be sleepy and yawned. "Going to sleep now. Goodnight. Brother, you sleep early too." I turned back to my room and lay down. Couldn't sleep at all. Because the bullet screen started refreshing: "Brother! One word, shattered our humble male lead's heart into glass shards." "It's most moving when you want to love but can't." "Can only say the male lead's moral bottom line is too high." Damn, this is basic morality, okay? But I didn't dare speak, afraid of being discovered. Continued peeking at the bullet screen: "Begging the heroine to look at our broken puppy, he's turning from a sunny boy into a gloomy ghost." "Really want to fast forward to the forced love plot." Forced love? Is this serious? No, I have to escape this terrible native family. Swim fast, little fish, anywhere is freer than here.
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