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The drafty spots in the Iron Shed were sealed up by Jiang Zixuan, who had also decorated the inside with colorful paper. Our only possession was a small one-meter-twenty Iron Bed.
Although we no longer lived in a grand mansion adorned with luxurious decorations, we found ourselves happier than ever before. He worked harder to ensure I had a better life. During the day, he worked at a car wash, and at night, he would go out to collect bottles to sell. He said that every little bit he earned counted, and he was saving money to send me to college.
While he was out collecting bottles, I would light a candle in the Iron Shed to do my homework. The boss wouldn’t allow us to run electricity over because he claimed it was unsafe. I knew he was just worried about using his power—he was a stingy man with a hint of conscience. At least we were no longer wandering.
Gradually, our lives began to improve slightly. He started learning to smile at me, a genuine smile that brightened his demeanor; he became more cheerful and lost that aloof air of nobility he once had. Sometimes when I returned home from school, he would magically pull out a bag of my favorite snacks, dramatically claiming that he had struck it rich by collecting many bottles the night before. To me, those snacks were the most delicious treats in the world, even better than the delicacies we used to enjoy.
He became the most important person in my life, and I began learning how to do laundry, making sure his clothes were spotless. However, he wouldn’t let me learn how to cook; he insisted that he would cook for me for the rest of my life, so there was no need for me to learn.
He made me feel more real; he was no longer that distant young master but an ordinary man who could cry, laugh, get angry, and act spoiled. Five years passed like this, and I was accepted into college right here in this city.
He was no longer a car wash worker.
He had started a small company and become a boss.
We moved into a luxurious apartment.
But everything had changed.
Could he really not see the tenderness in my eyes?
The subtle feelings in my heart had grown wildly like weeds through our daily interactions.
I didn’t realize when it happened, but I found that my feelings for Jiang Zixuan had long surpassed the boundaries of sibling affection.
Whenever I was alone with him, I couldn’t help but get distracted, staring at him foolishly, my heart racing uncontrollably.
I began to test him, both intentionally and unintentionally, trying to understand what kind of feelings he had for me.
Was it merely brotherly love, or something else?
One day, I even mustered the courage to jokingly yet seriously ask him, “ Brother Zi Xuan, do you think we might become a couple in the future?”
He paused for a moment, then revealed an awkward smile and shook his head, saying, “Jin Yu, don’t talk nonsense. We’re just siblings; how could there be any other feelings?”
His response left me somewhat disappointed, but strangely enough, I didn’t feel too sad inside.
Perhaps I was also hesitating about this relationship.
Since then, I never brought up the topic again.
Until a woman appeared—Yu Zhen.
She was my brother’s business partner, a capable woman who had returned from overseas.
The first time I met her was at a company party organized by my brother.
I hadn’t wanted to attend, but Jiang Zixuan insisted on taking me along, saying I should see more of the world so that after graduation I could help him manage the company.
That day she wore a haute couture gown that was elegant and striking.
The purple fitted dress perfectly hugged her curves, revealing a hint of her bosom and accentuating her alluring collarbone.
At the party, she faced the many seasoned professionals with calm composure.
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