I got into a fight with the male lead's sister. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, "My brother has a gorgeous girlfriend! Does yours?" "My brother has parents who love him and are mentally stable! Does yours?" I sneered. "My brother would eat sh*t if I asked him to. Would yours?" That night, my brother came home after being rejected for the seventh time, looking like his world had ended. Then he saw me squatting at the door, wearing the most ingratiating smile I could muster. He paused, sighing helplessly. "What did you do this time?" Before I could answer, his phone rang. The man on the other end hesitated before saying, "You win, okay?" "But eating that... I really can't bring myself to do it." 1 After hanging up the phone, my brother called out to me as I tried to shrink into the shadows and sneak inside. "Mia Jiang, get back here." I shuddered. Full name. He was actually mad. I slumped my shoulders and shuffled back, looking up at him. My entire body screamed guilty. "Bro." I called him sweetly, trying to butter him up. But his gaze remained heavy and unwavering. "I didn't mean to." I've known since I was little that my brother, Julian Jiang, is a villain. And his nemesis is the male lead, who has everything—a successful career and a perfect love life. The male lead has a sister with a big mouth who happens to be in my class. Let's call her Loudmouth. Every day, she brags in class. "My brother finally succeeded in his confession! Now he has a super beautiful girlfriend. That sister even bought me several dresses. I love them so much!" In contrast, that day my brother came to pick me up thirty minutes late. His eyes were red, and he looked like he'd lost his soul. I tugged at his shirt and asked what was wrong. He forced a smile, bent down, and ruffled my hair. "Nothing. Just... the person your brother likes already likes someone else." "So what if she likes someone else? If you like her, keep chasing her." I tilted my head and looked at him. "Are you scared?" After the parent-teacher conference, Loudmouth started sharing snacks her parents prepared. "My parents really love me and my brother. They prepare so many snacks every day, I'm getting tired of eating them." She spotted me. "Mia, why does your brother always come to the meetings? Don't your parents care about you?" I put down my textbook and told her seriously, "My brother and I came from an orphanage. We don't have parents." "There are people without parents?" Loudmouth gasped. "That's so sad. There are two fewer people in the world to love you and your brother." I knew she didn't mean any harm; her words were just a bit sharp. So I replied, "I have my brother, and that's enough." Maybe because we both have brothers, Loudmouth loves sticking to me. Every other sentence is "my brother this, my brother that." The argument happened that afternoon. Loudmouth said, "It's so annoying. That pretty sister is already with my brother, but there are still blind people confessing to her, trying to steal her away!" She was insulting my brother. Of course, I couldn't let it slide. We started arguing, and eventually, the topic returned to our brothers. Loudmouth was smug. "My brother has twenty properties and seven sports cars. Does yours?" "My brother has a gorgeous girlfriend. Does yours?" "My brother has parents who are mentally and physically healthy. Does yours?" ... I was speechless. My brother had none of those things. But we were this deep in; how could I admit defeat? So I sneered, "My brother would eat sh*t if I asked him to. Would yours?" That sentence killed the competition. Loudmouth was dumbfounded. After school, I saw the male lead picking up Loudmouth. She was hugging his leg, crying and begging him to eat sh*t. I didn't dare look again. I stared straight ahead and walked home like a robot. 2 My brother rarely misses picking me up. Usually, if he's busy, he messages the neighbor, Auntie Wu, to pick me up along with her granddaughter. I waited at the school gate for a long time, but Julian never showed up. Seeing the sky turning dark, I decided to walk home. As soon as I got home, I saw a thick stack of documents on the table. It included my personal info, daily habits, and even details like how I only eat the leafy parts of vegetables. I had a bad feeling. I put down my bag and snuck into my brother's study. Julian never hides anything from me, so I easily opened his computer. The last song played was "I Once Thought about Ending It All." Recent search history: "How to leave all inheritance to a minor?" "Top 10 orphanages in the country." "Will a brother's death leave psychological trauma on a sister?" ... I took a deep breath, shut down the computer, and restored the study to its original state. Then, I called Loudmouth. Thirty minutes later, my brother came back. He was holding a bouquet of undelivered flowers, the corners of his eyes red, his smile forced. If I remember correctly, this was Julian's seventh failed confession. The person he likes is the heroine. The heroine will always end up with the male lead. My brother is the villain. But he doesn't know that. He just thinks he's not good enough. I walked up and hugged Julian's waist. Looking up at him, I said, "Bro, you're finally back." "I cooked today! I made dinner for you." I brought out a pot of soup with a weird color and a strange smell. "Midterm results are out too!" I handed him three test papers. All three had single-digit scores. Added together, they were less than my brother's age. Julian's hand holding the papers started to tremble. I continued to drop bombs. "Bro, my teacher said you should take me to the hospital. She thinks I might have ADHD. What's ADHD?" My brother closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the light was gone. He hesitated, "I remember you got full marks in all subjects last semester?" "Yeah." I stirred the soup. "But studying is boring. When I grow up, I want tattoos. Uncle Dragon next door has tattoos all over his arms. So cool." Julian frowned. "Mia, where did you learn all this?" He lectured me seriously for half an hour. I hung my head and pretended to listen. After the lecture, my brother put on an apron and went to the kitchen. Just then, the phone rang. I looked at him guiltily. Julian paused, sighing helplessly. "What did you do this time?" He answered the phone. The man on the other end hesitated before saying, "You win, okay?" "But eating that... I really can't bring myself to do it." Before my brother could ask me what was going on, my smartwatch rang. Loudmouth was crying so loudly her voice echoed through the room. "Waaaah Mia! My brother refuses to eat sh*t!" "He said he can do anything and give me whatever I want. I just want him to eat sh*t, but he won't!" "Can I trade brothers with you? I want one who eats sh*t!" 3 Dead silence in the living room. I peeked at Julian's expression. He pushed aside the soup and my test papers, lifting his chin. "Sit." When my brother keeps a straight face, he's actually quite scary. I obediently sat opposite him and bowed my head. "Bro, I was wrong." "Was that call from Lucas's sister?" I nodded. My brother asked, "Since when?" "What?" I looked up, confused. Julian closed his eyes. "Trading brothers. Since when did you want to trade brothers?" Before I could answer, he started blaming himself. "Sorry, Mia. I haven't done enough. The company has been in trouble recently, and I didn't take care of your feelings." "I know I'm not a good brother. Lucas is... someone like him, it's normal for you to like him and want him as your brother." Julian looked dejected. He forced a smile. "I didn't take good care of you." Seeing him getting sadder, I kicked my legs, jumped off the chair, and grabbed his hand. "But I don't want to trade with Sophie!" "You are the best brother in the whole world!" Julian stared blankly at my hand holding his. "But I don't have twenty properties or seven sports cars." I shook my head firmly. "Doesn't matter!" "I don't have a beautiful girlfriend." "I don't care!" "I don't have parents either." "I have you, and that's enough." "Mhm." Julian said quietly, "But your brother won't eat that either..." I shut my mouth immediately. At that moment, someone banged on the door loudly. Loudmouth Sophie's piercing voice came through. "Mia Jiang! I'm here to trade brothers!" Two more people squeezed into our tiny living room. Sophie dragged the male lead, Lucas, inside. She wasn't shy at all. She looked around, then fixed her eyes on Julian. Her eyes lit up like lightbulbs. Sophie pushed Lucas towards me with satisfaction and patted my shoulder generously. "I'll trade you this useless brother of mine for now. You go live in my villa tonight. I'm staying here with Brother Julian." Lucas, being the author's favorite son, was perfect in every way. His only flaw was being a "sis-con." He spoiled his sister, who was thirteen years younger, rotten. Knowing his sister was just acting on a whim, he said awkwardly, "Mr. Jiang, can Sophie stay here tonight? We can discuss the accommodation fee." "What do you mean 'tonight'?" Sophie looked at her brother with disgust. "You're so useless, I don't want you anymore. From now on, I'm Brother Julian's sister. I'm living here forever." She pushed me forward. "Mia, all my dresses, dolls, and snacks are yours. Just say yes and trade brothers with me." I didn't expect Sophie to be so obsessed with this trade. Just as I was about to refuse, the silent Julian spoke up. His face was calm. "Okay. She'll trade." 4 I ran into my room. Grabbed clothes from the closet and stuffed them into my small backpack. Cheers from Sophie filled the living room. I could vaguely hear Lucas trying to persuade her gently. "How about I stay with you? I'm worried about leaving you alone." Sophie didn't care. "Leave the nanny here. You go. Mr. Lucas, we are not related anymore. Don't call me sister." Lucas kept trying to persuade her. I sniffled, suddenly wanting to cry. Julian didn't want me anymore. He thought I was a burden and had been planning to send me away. Even if I failed exams or got tattoos, he wouldn't care anymore. My brother didn't want me. The door closed softly. Julian had come in. He took out the messily stuffed clothes from my backpack and folded them one by one. He even remembered to pack my favorite elephant water bottle. After packing, Julian pinched my cheek gently. "Let's go." "Bro." Staring at his back, I mumbled, "Do you not want me anymore?" Julian seemed to stiffen. After a long while, he turned around and smiled again. "How could I?" Liars grow long noses. Sitting in the Chu family car, I hugged my backpack and looked at Julian through the window, trying to memorize his face. He was bending down, listening to Sophie, smiling occasionally. Liar. Next time I see Julian, his nose will definitely be longer. I turned my head away, refusing to look at him. The Chu villa was even bigger than I imagined. The car stopped at the gate, and the heroine, Claire Ji, was waiting there. I'd only heard of Claire from Julian and Sophie. Seeing her in person, I was dazed. Claire held a teddy bear, leaned close, her eyes shining. The evening breeze blew her hair, carrying a faint scent of jasmine. "Little Mia, welcome." My face felt hot. I buried it in my backpack. "Mhm." The adults must have communicated because dinner was all my favorite foods. Maybe because I tasted my own dark cuisine earlier, I had no appetite. I ate a few bites and left the table. I almost got lost walking in the villa. Finally, Claire led me to my room. "Go in and see. Do you like the room I decorated for you?" The room had soft carpets, a closet full of pretty dresses, and dolls everywhere. Julian spoiled me, but his small company had just started and was already facing bankruptcy. I had never lived in such a big room. "I like it." I nodded and added, "Thank you, big sister." Claire poked my little ponytail and left satisfied. In the middle of the night, I woke up with a stomachache. Maybe the dark cuisine did it. I was sweating cold sweat. I fumbled for the lamp switch but couldn't find it. My slippers were missing too. Barefoot on the carpet, looking at the pitch-black unfamiliar room, an unprecedented wave of grievance hit me. I squatted down, hugging my knees. Curled up in a ball. The pain came in waves. I gritted my teeth, refusing to make a sound. After who knows how long, whispered conversation came from outside. "Do you think Mia is asleep?" "She didn't eat much dinner. Text Julian and ask what else she likes." "The AC seems low. Is she cold?" ... The door wasn't fully closed. It was pushed open a crack. Warm light from the hallway spilled in. Through my sweat-drenched bangs, I looked up with difficulty. "Mia!" The moment Claire hugged me, I gripped her shirt tightly. I was rushed to the hospital overnight. Luckily, it wasn't serious. When I woke up, Claire and Lucas were still by my bed. Only a dim lamp was on. I moved slightly, and they noticed immediately. "Does it still hurt anywhere?" Seeing me shake my head, Lucas asked, "Can't sleep? Want me to tell a story?" "Forget it, you only know the same few stories. I'll tell one." "Long, long ago..." I fell asleep to Claire's gentle voice. Closing my eyes, I thought spitefully: If only Lucas and Claire were my real brother and sister. Julian didn't want me, so I didn't want him either.
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