Why do these two people give off such similar vibes?
He glanced at Zhou Yuedong again and froze for a moment. Though they were the same age, Zhou Yuedong seemed oddly... strangely mature.
Lin Feng rarely frowned. Unlike his younger brother, who was still clueless, he had already pieced things together. Since his sister had married Zhou Yuedong’s father, that made her Zhou Yuedong’s stepmother.
If Zhou Yuedong’s stepmother was his sister, then that meant... he had become Zhou Yuedong’s elder?
Zhou Yuedong was even a grade above him, yet now he’d have to call Lin Feng, a second-grader, "Uncle"?
Should he acknowledge it or not?
The mature Lin Feng was already agonizing over the future.
Each child harbored their own thoughts as Lin's mother led Zhou Yueshen into the house, instructing her two sons to look after Zhou Yuedong and Zhou Yuehan.
"Don’t bully Little Boss and Little Second Boss, understand?" Lin's mother warned before leaving.
The moment she was gone, the mischievous Lin Yu stepped forward, hands on his hips, eyeing the two boys who were shorter than him. He lifted his chin and asked, "Hey, why does Mom call you Little Boss and Little Second Boss?"
Zhou Yuehan blinked at him, then looked at his older brother. When Zhou Yuedong stayed silent, he answered blankly, "Because people say our dad is their boss. We’re his sons, so they call us Little Boss and Little Second Boss."
Lin Feng felt a pang of envy at the thought of these two having such a cool, imposing father.
His gaze then drifted to the adorable little sister they were holding, and he muttered under his breath, "I’m gonna make Mom and Dad give me a cute little sister too!"
Zhou Yuehan hugged his sister proudly and said, "My parents didn’t have to make one—I already have a sister. Look."
He lifted her up, showing her off.
Lin Yu huffed through his nostrils, furious. "So what? I’ll just get Mom to make one for me!"
With that, he stomped inside, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Mom! Mom!"
Lin's mother was in the middle of talking with her daughter and son-in-law when her son’s yelling interrupted her. She smacked him on the head. "Brat, what are you screaming for?"
"Mom, hurry up and make me a sister! I want one too!" Lin Yu whined.
Lin's mother flushed red, wishing she could shove him back where he came from.
"Idiot, you think sisters just pop out like that? Go play somewhere else!"
Her two sons were already born late in her life. If she had another now, she’d be the laughingstock of the village!
Dejected, Lin Yu was kicked out of the house, his heart shattered.
Others had motorcycles and little sisters—he had nothing.
Was there anyone in the world as miserable as him?
Just as Lin Yu wallowed in self-pity, a car horn blared outside.
Confused, he looked up and saw their estranged sister, Lin Sisi, stepping out of a sleek little sedan.
Lin Sisi looked nothing like before. She wore a frilly dress, shiny shoes, and a flowery hat, her face smeared with strange makeup, making her look like some painted doll.
A man in a military uniform stepped out from the other side, his sharp gaze downright terrifying.
Lin Yu shivered, forgetting his sorrow, and bolted back inside, yelling again, "Mom! Mom!"
After being interrupted repeatedly, Lin's mother was fuming, ready to teach him a lesson, when a familiar voice stopped her.
"Mom, I came to see you."
Lin's mother looked up in shock to see her well-dressed adopted daughter.
Lin Sisi had clearly gone all out—every inch of her was meticulously styled.
Raised with care, Lin Sisi had always been prettier than the other village girls, even with her slightly tanned skin.
Now, with all this extra glam, she looked downright fancy.
Normally, Lin's mother would’ve been stunned by her appearance.
But after seeing her biological daughter’s breathtaking beauty, Lin Sisi just looked... overdone.
There was something off—like she was trying too hard, her outfit clashing with her natural look.
Before Lin's mother could react, the tall, straight-backed young man in uniform stepped forward behind Lin Sisi.
His demeanor alone screamed that he was no ordinary man.
Her expression shifted as realization dawned, but Lin Sisi spoke first.
"Oh, what a coincidence! Sister Si Nian, you’re here too! We came to pick you up!"
Si Nian had just served Zhou Yueshen a bowl of noodles and was sitting across from him when the two walked in.
Earlier, Lin Sisi had tried to intimidate her, saying she’d bring Fu Yang along to take wedding photos together.
Si Nian had assumed Fu Yang—who despised the original owner of this body—would never agree.
Yet Lin Sisi had actually pulled it off!
Truly the female lead, able to make the male lead bend to her whims.
Si Nian couldn’t help but admire her.
Instead of the jealousy or agitation Lin Sisi expected, Si Nian didn’t even stand up. She simply placed a fried egg she’d prepared earlier into Zhou Yueshen’s bowl before saying calmly, "Sure, we were planning to go into the city anyway. Have a seat."
Her tone was casual, as if this were her own home.
Zhou Yueshen held his chopsticks in one hand, catching the faint fragrance that drifted from her as she moved. He took a bite of the noodles, his jawline sharp as he chewed.
His eyes lingered on her face, studying her smile.
It didn’t seem forced.
Lin Sisi gritted her teeth, convinced it was all an act. She’d see how long Si Nian could keep this up.
The moment Fu Yang entered, he noticed Si Nian sitting across from Zhou Yueshen, her expression soft and warm.
He must’ve been hallucinating—why else would this scene feel so irritating?
And Si Nian’s reaction was the complete opposite of what he’d expected.
No shock, no surprise—as if she’d seen this coming!
The sheer dissonance made his stomach churn.
Then there was that man—older than him by quite a bit.
Was she seriously into someone like that?
Or was this all just an act to provoke him, to punish him for ignoring her before?
Fu Yang’s brows furrowed, unable to stand the sight of her doting on another man right in front of him.
His intense stare didn’t go unnoticed.
Zhou Yueshen lifted his gaze, briefly scanning Fu Yang’s uniform before looking away, indifferent.
That dismissive glance made Fu Yang’s eyes narrow.
He sensed something dangerous—an aggressive aura most people didn’t possess.
The kind only battle-hardened veterans carried.
And yet, this man radiated it effortlessly.
Fu Yang studied him, his discomfort growing.
"If you two are still eating, we’ll leave first. I don’t have time to wait around."
His tone was as haughty as ever.
He wanted Si Nian to see the gap between them clearly.
If he left, she’d surely drop the act and chase after him.
Confident, Fu Yang turned and strode back to his car. Lin Sisi hurried after him.
Before she could ask anything, Fu Yang tilted his head slightly—not looking at her, but past her, at something outside.
Then Si Nian emerged.
She wore simple jeans and her favorite pair of little leather shoes.
Right behind her, Zhou Yueshen followed, carrying her bag in his hand.
The jarring contrast of this scene stung her eyes.
At that moment, Fu Yang started the car almost as if out of spite.
Lin Sisi pretended to look nervous, but inwardly, she was smug.
If Fu Yang refused to give them a ride, they’d just have to walk.
She instinctively glanced at Si Nian’s reaction, only to see the two of them heading in the opposite direction.
Lin Sisi froze, and Fu Yang’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror.
The next second, a freshly washed motorcycle parked by the roadside came into view.
Zhou Yueshen effortlessly lifted Si Nian onto the bike with one arm...
