Lu Weihua was burning with curiosity—how had this woman managed to win over her second brother?
He wasn’t just anyone; he was a notable figure, famous even within the compound.
Even in the military, there were female soldiers and officers who admired him enough to find ways to call his home.
Among so many women—some of them truly outstanding—he hadn’t shown interest in any.
For a while, she even wondered if there was something unusual about his preferences.
When she first heard about his sudden marriage, her first thought was: was he just picking a stand-in?
But after Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong came in, Lu Weidong’s constant, unconscious glances at Ye Wenxi spoke volumes.
Every time she spoke, every time she smiled, he couldn’t help looking at her.
The look was honest—restrained admiration, wanting to look but daring not to stare too long.
Who was this woman?
How could her second brother be interested in her?
Tonight, if she didn’t find out something, she wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Grinning mischievously, Lu Weihua asked Ye Wenxi directly:
“Second sister-in-law, how did you meet my brother?”
“D-Don’t call me that—we’re not married yet,” Ye Wenxi stammered.
“Oh… didn’t they tell you?”
“No. When my eldest brother picked me up, he just said my second brother had brought home a partner and that they were getting married.”
“And didn’t let me ask anything. So… here I am, asking you directly,” Lu Weihua said, eyes sparkling.
In the original story, Lu Weihua was clever, direct, and often at odds with the original female lead.
She had always been a little rebellious, until the lead left with the army.
Ye Wenxi hesitated, thinking how to dodge the question.
A soft creak sounded—the door opened.
Lu Weidong stood at the doorway, expression serious, wearing a fitted tank top and loose shorts.
The tank clung to his torso, revealing sculpted chest muscles and well-defined arms.
He approached Ye Wenxi, his gaze descending from above, radiating an aggressive possessiveness.
The sexual tension was intense, almost suffocating, like a mist enveloping her.
Ye Wenxi quickly glanced at him, then looked away, ears burning.
She scolded herself silently.
How could she, a modern woman with “countless experiences” and theoretical know-how, feel flustered like a shy girl just by a glance?
“Y-You… aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Lu Weihua blurted, startled, shrinking back slightly.
Her brother hadn’t slept at all—he’d been “monitoring”!
Without another word, Lu Weidong grabbed Lu Weihua by the arm as if she were a little chick and pulled her out of the room.
“I didn’t do anything! I just wanted to chat with my future second sister-in-law!” Lu Weihua protested.
“She needs to rest,” Lu Weidong said quietly, but firmly. “Can’t sleep? I’ll chat with you.”
He carried her back to her own room door.
When he opened it, the sight made him frown.
Liu Xiuyun, sister-in-law Li Shufen, even Lu Xiaojun—everyone was inside, either sitting or standing, waiting.
The sudden opening of the door startled them all.
Liu Xiuyun was the first to react, standing to leave and brushing off her clothes.
“Ah… we were just sleeping!”
“Xiaojun! It’s late, and you’re still up, dragging us here to play cards!”
Li Shufen immediately scolded her son, glaring at him.
“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault…”
Lu Xiaojun scratched the back of his head, grinned sheepishly, and quickly slinked away.
The others quickly dispersed, laughing, and returned to their rooms.
Lu Weihua looked up at her brother, self-righteously:
“You were the one who said we should chat!”
Lu Weidong: “……”
Helpless, he repeated the “official explanation” to his sister.
Lu Weihua’s eyes nearly popped out.
“Brother? Just one day? You fell for her in one day??”
Lu Weidong frowned. “Stop the nonsense. Love or not isn’t the point—it’s responsibility.”
“Pfft,” Lu Weihua smirked, eyes glinting mischievously. She leaned closer, lowering her voice: “Want me to help you test it?”
“Test what?”
“Test if you really like her,” she said with a sly, fox-like smile.
Lu Weidong tapped her forehead lightly, neither harshly nor gently. “Go to sleep! Stop scheming.”
Then he turned and closed the door.
Lu Weihua hugged her pillow, muttering to herself:
“Truly, every person meets their match…”
Late at night, the Lu family home was quiet. Everyone was asleep.
Lu Weidong lay in bed but couldn’t sleep.
The day had been too sudden—a boulder thrown into his previously calm life.
Even trying to remain composed, every time he closed his eyes, Ye Wenxi’s face—sometimes stubborn, sometimes serene—appeared unbidden.
He got up, deciding to wash his face with cold water.
His room and Ye Wenxi’s were both on the third floor, doors opposite each other.
A faint light seeped from under her door.
Still awake? Trouble adjusting to a new bed, or something on her mind?
He hesitated, then walked over.
The door wasn’t fully closed, leaving a thin crack.
He pushed it gently and saw the desk lamp on.
She was there, back to the door, leaning over the desk, seemingly absorbed in her work.
He knocked lightly on the open door.
Ye Wenxi jumped, turning around, surprised to see him.
“What’s up? Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Is this a good time?” Lu Weidong asked, staying at the doorway.
Ye Wenxi glanced at the spread on the desk and nodded. “Yeah, come in.”
He walked over and saw her sketching with a pencil on a sheet of draft paper.
It was a book cover design—simple lines, but carefully laid out.
“You drew this?” he asked, impressed.
Ye Wenxi chuckled, a touch self-deprecating: “Otherwise, who else would it be? Third person in the room?”
She quickly grabbed the paper to hide it.
“Still unfinished. If only I had colored pencils…”
“I’ll go buy some with you tomorrow,” Lu Weidong said.
Ye Wenxi smiled: “Thanks. Consider the money for clothes and stationery as me borrowing from you—I’ll pay back once I earn.”
“We’re getting married, no need to talk about borrowing.”
She didn’t argue further but already had a plan in mind.
Lu Weidong didn’t leave; he lingered, as if wanting to say something.
After a pause, he asked: “Do you really want to go to university?”