Jiaojiao, You Don't Want To... [Yandere Reverse Harem Novel]

Chapter 17 (1/2)

"Brother-sister relationships shouldn't be like this." The words seemed to hang in the air, never settling, making Wen Zhijiao feel dizzy. Was this a simple case of jealousy, or was there something else to it? Wen Zhijiao couldn't figure out the answer to this question. In fact, the fact that she could even think about this question was a stroke of luck. She pondered the question, her anger rising, and grabbed Jiang Yuancheng's sleeve. "In your eyes, is it normal for me to have no relationships at all?" Wen Zhijiao shed tears, but she still kept her voice low, afraid that Wen Sui outside would hear anything. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that Wen Sui had already left.

"But siblings shouldn't be hugging like that." Jiang Yuancheng kissed her cheek affectionately, swallowing her tears. Even his thin lips were stained with a crimson wetness. He slowly ate away her tears, his cheek pressed against hers. "Or would you like to see the kitchen footage?" He whispered in her ear, "If it weren't for the upcoming engagement, and he was still your brother, I wouldn't let him live so comfortably."

Wen Sui had been clingy since he was a child. Wen Zhijiao had long been accustomed to such contact. Even though she realized now that it was a bit excessive, she still felt a little anxiety in her heart. Her gaze fell, looking at the white porcelain plate on the bedside table, then at the bright red cherries. Wen Zhijiao said, "So, you're saying that you didn't maintain a normal relationship with me back then either." As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it. She immediately looked up at him. "Forget it, I don't want to talk about this. Let go of my hand. I'm going to wash up. Wen - my brother has something to tell me." She raised her foot and lightly kicked Jiang Yuancheng. But Jiang Yuancheng pressed her shoulder, pushed her down on top of her, and looked down at her.

Wen Zhijiao: "What are you doing! Wen Sui is outside!"

"He's gone." Jiang Yuancheng's gray eyes fixed on her, his face slowly turning gloomy. "Where were we not normal back then? Are you still thinking about him? You swore, Wen Zhijiao. Don't forget what you said."

Wen Zhijiao: "..." She didn't dare to speak. She regretted that she couldn't help but get angry and talk nonsense, and she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight. She immediately got up and pushed Jiang Yuancheng away forcefully. Jiang Yuancheng was caught off guard and swayed, falling down beside her. Wen Zhijiao also turned sideways, her hand on the bed sheet, and crawled to the end of the bed. But as soon as she reached the edge of the bed, Jiang Yuancheng got up and grabbed her ankle.

As if he didn't intend to let the matter go, he pulled her foot hard. "Wen Zhijiao, come back here. Why did you bring up the past? Are you still—"

Wen Zhijiao raised her hand, grabbed a cherry from the bedside table, and popped it into her mouth. Then, she turned around, hooked his collar, and kissed him.

She pushed the cherries one by one from her lips to Jiang Yuancheng's. His eyelids twitched, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, and a circle of moist red appeared around his eyes.

After a long kiss, Jiang Yuancheng's rapid breathing gradually subsided. He responded to her kiss passionately. When the last cherry was pushed over, the sweet juice and aroma melted away in their mouths, and he finally let go of her hand.

Wen Zhijiao pulled away, her hand stroking his face. She whispered, "I told you, since I'm with you, it means I've chosen to spend my life with you. Don't think too much, Yuancheng."

Jiang Yuancheng averted his gaze, his fingers holding the hand that was stroking his face. He kissed the palm of her hand. Wen Zhijiao pulled her hand back. "I'm going out to see Wen Sui."

Jiang Yuancheng grabbed her hand. His voice was very low. "He's gone."

Wen Zhijiao said, "Then I'll go out and have a look. If he's gone, then forget it. We can talk tomorrow."

Jiang Yuancheng didn't say anything. He kissed her palm all the way up to her wrist, and after a while, he let go of her hand. As if he had given his permission, he said, "The cherry trees around the dining room were planted years ago. They haven't grown very well in recent years. If you want to eat them, have the servants pick some from the ones on the back mountain."

Wen Zhijiao was stunned. She looked at the plate of cherries on the bedside table. ...What? Did he not have someone pick them? Who was it? She was confused for a moment, but she didn't dare to say anything. She simply brushed it off.

Wen Zhijiao washed up and changed clothes before leaving the bedroom. When she walked out of the bedroom, she could only see the empty floor. Servants occasionally pushed carts past. He really did leave. But it didn't matter. She was going to wait until later tonight to face Jiang Yuancheng.

Wen Zhijiao took out her phone and sent a message to Wen Sui.

[Jiaojiao: Where are you?]

[Jiaojiao: I'll give you three minutes. Get out here immediately.]

[Jiaojiao: You knocked on someone's door in the middle of the night and then ran away. How old are you?]

As soon as Wen Zhijiao finished sending the message, she received a reply from Wen Sui.

[Wen Sui: [Location]]

[Wen Sui: I waited for a long time, and I thought you weren't here, so I went outside for some fresh air.]

[Wen Sui: Should I go over now?]

[Jiaojiao: You wait for me to go over. I'll take a walk too.]

Wen Zhijiao finished replying and then slowly walked towards the stairs. There was an elevator in the house, but she always felt that the elevator was so old and elegant that it would inevitably have problems at some point. She was afraid of death, so she always resigned herself to climbing the stairs.

She walked all the way out of the residential area. Just as she was about to enter the garden, she saw Wen Sui's figure. Wen Sui seemed to be on the phone, wearing a brown coat, leaning against a tree trunk, his back to her. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was holding a cigarette. There were different types of street lamps in the garden, casting red and green lights on the flowers and trees. The smoke was also dyed a strange red and green. He had actually picked up smoking? Wen Zhijiao's face wrinkled. She didn't like people smoking because the smell would make her perfume smell strange. Wen Sui knew this from a young age, but he still dared to smoke in secret!

From a distance, Wen Zhijiao felt a mixture of anger and a sense of responsibility. She resolutely rushed over, hugged the tree, and shook it hard. "Put out your cigarette!"