Chen Yang didn’t hit hard—she just wanted to teach the other person a lesson.
Earlier, when she walked over, she had seen the entire situation unfold.
At home, Chen Luoru always acted domineering, but once outside, she turned into a meek little sister.
She had been raised with elite aristocratic education since childhood. A girl with this kind of socialite-lady vibe would never resort to physical violence if she could use words—doing so would be far too undignified.
But who was Chen Yang? When they were little, even the street’s most mischievous kids were afraid of her.
She wasn’t just rough; she was unruly. Whenever she saw injustice, she’d strike without hesitation.
Over the years, she had mellowed out quite a bit, but that wild nature in her bones hadn’t gone away.
Now seeing her little sister being bullied, she just couldn’t let it go.
Chen Luoru raised her sprained foot and called out, “Ah Jie[1].”
“Are you crazy?” Chen Yang said. “She pushed you and you couldn’t push her back?”
Chen Luoru: “……”
Should a person bite a dog just because the dog bit them? Of course, she wouldn’t say that out loud.
Chen Yang had stood up for her—though her methods were a bit extreme, the results were immediate.
That girl who got hit was holding her face, stammering for a long time without being able to say a single word.
“Ah Jie, let’s go,” said Chen Luoru.
Only then did Chen Yang help her away.
The two of them returned to their hotel room inside the park. A medical staff member came to examine Chen Luoru.
Her foot wasn’t badly injured; it would be fine after some rest.
Chen Yang had a luncheon to attend and also needed to accompany someone to the amusement park that afternoon, so she couldn’t stay to look after her.
“Ah Jie, go ahead,” Chen Luoru said. “It’s so hot outside, I’d rather stay in and sleep.”
At 4 p.m., Chen Yang finally came back.
She’d been busy all day and was feeling exhausted. Chen Luoru scooted over to make space for her on the bed.
When they were young, they often shared a bed. The sisters would occasionally bicker, but they always made up quickly afterward.
Some people who knew a bit of their backstory assumed they’d fallen out over Meng Jianchen, but in reality, their relationship was very strong. In other words, it wasn’t worth it to let a man drive a wedge between sisters.
Chen Yang still felt guilty toward Chen Luoru over the whole thing.
At an age when most girls were free to enjoy love and romance, Chen Luoru had to take the fall for her sister and marry Meng Jianchen—making a huge sacrifice.
Chen Yang had never liked Meng Jianchen to begin with, and she had no idea what kind of life her little sister had been living since the wedding.
The sisters began chatting.
“Has he bullied you?” Chen Yang asked.
“Yes,” Chen Luoru nodded firmly.
Chen Yang’s eyes widened. She knew it—Meng Jianchen was no good.
“How did he bully you?” Chen Yang asked, adopting a “big sister will make this right” attitude.
“A few days ago, he kissed me.” Chen Luoru looked utterly wronged.
Chen Yang: “He kissed you?”
Chen Luoru pointed at her lips, looking even more aggrieved. “Right here!”
Chen Yang: “……”
She reached out and touched Chen Luoru’s forehead. “Wan Wan, are you okay?”
She was starting to think her sister had lost her mind.
But Chen Luoru’s expression was completely earnest—clearly, she did feel wronged.
After a moment of silence, Chen Yang asked, “Wait… you two haven’t… slept together yet?”
“We sleep together all the time!” Chen Luoru got angry at the thought. That dog of a man even used turning off the air conditioner to threaten her!
Chen Luoru: “That?”
Chen Yang clapped her hands together—“papapapa”—to make it obvious.
Chen Luoru immediately understood. She responded indignantly, “Of course not!”
If Meng Jianchen dared to try that, she’d divorce him on the spot!
Chen Yang: “……”
Married for four years and still hadn’t consummated the marriage—Meng Jianchen really was ruthless.
To be honest, she was very worried about her sister’s marriage.
This was a union between two families with no foundation of affection. Before marriage, it was understandable to avoid intimacy—but after marriage, it shouldn’t be avoidable.
Even if they went their separate ways in private, the couple still had to have a biological child. That was the guarantee of stability in a political marriage.
The fact that Meng Jianchen refused to touch Chen Luoru was a serious problem.
Unlike Chen Luoru’s childlike mindset, Chen Yang now considered much more complex issues.
“Wan Wan, do you know that married couples are supposed to have a married life?” she asked.
“I do,” Chen Luoru replied. “But I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like him.”
“You’re already married—that’s not really something you can avoid.”
Chen Luoru frowned. “Then I’ll just divorce him.”
“Divorce?” Chen Yang echoed.
“Yes, I’m planning to divorce him,” Chen Luoru said as if it were the most natural thing in the world—like getting divorced was as easy as playing house.
“Chen and Meng families are now strategic partners. If you want a divorce, the Chen family won’t agree,” Chen Yang said, taking a deep breath. “Meng Jianchen understands the stakes—he won’t agree either.”
“If he doesn’t agree, I’ll take him to court.”
“Wan Wan,” Chen Yang said, “listen to your big sister—try to make the marriage work.”
“Ah Jie!” Chen Luoru complained, “You’re starting to sound more and more like Mom and Dad!”
“Wan Wan, being born into this kind of family means you don’t get much say in your choices. Even if you didn’t marry him, Mom and Dad would have arranged for you to marry someone else. At least the Meng family is powerful and wealthy, and Meng Jianchen is decent-looking. Better to marry him than someone worse.”
Chen Luoru flipped over angrily: “If he’s so great, why didn’t you marry him back then?”
Chen Yang fell silent. Meng Jianchen was perfect in every way, but she knew that perfection could be an illusion—perhaps just well-disguised.
She had seen through his cold and indifferent nature four years ago. That’s why, even though he didn’t like any of the Chen daughters, he still agreed to the marriage without hesitation.
“That’s all in the past now.” Chen Yang chuckled and changed the subject. “My little Wanwan is so beautiful. Just give him a little tease—I doubt he’d be able to resist.”
Chen Luoru turned to look at her, confused.
“Want your big sister to teach you a few tricks?” Chen Yang said, pulling her hand meaningfully.
“What are you talking about…” Chen Luoru’s face turned bright red.
She wasn’t interested in seducing Meng Jianchen—what made her blush was that, when she was about fifteen or sixteen, she used to beg Chen Yang to tell her all the juicy drama about her many boyfriends.
Of course, when it came to the real juicy parts, Chen Yang would always skip over them. Chen Luoru was unsatisfied—that was the part she wanted to hear the most!
“When you’re older and have a boyfriend, you’ll understand,” Chen Yang would say, patting her little face.
But before she even had the chance to grow up or find a boyfriend, she was packed off and married to Meng Jianchen.
Now, to make up for the regrets of her girlhood, Chen Luoru wanted to hear Chen Yang’s secret tips.
This was sisterly pillow talk, and Chen Yang shared generously. Chen Luoru listened with a flushed face and a racing heart.
“Go back and try it on him,” Chen Yang encouraged.
“Nooo…” Chen Luoru squirmed shyly. She covered her face with her hands, peeking out through her fingers with two dark, sparkling eyes.
At twenty-two, Chen Luoru had never had any close contact with a man, so of course she was a little curious.
But the moment she remembered the “target” was Meng Jianchen, she immediately shook her head.
That dog of a man—no way was she going to try anything on him!
By 6:00 PM, Chen Yang had changed into a black satin dress, her fiery red lips looking stunning.
As one of the co-hosts of the banquet, she had to arrive early.
Meanwhile, Chen Luoru was still unhurried, sitting in front of the mirror, being attended to by her makeup and styling team.
She had changed into a gradient evening gown in starlit purple, with golden foil lace at the waist and smoky sheer fabric flowing down to her ankles.
Her black hair had been curled into gentle waves, and she looked like a blooming purple lotus.
She dawdled until 7:30 before finally taking the elevator down to the banquet hall on the first floor of the hotel.
Most of the banquet attendees were stakeholders in the Tianxi Amusement Park project.
This project was spearheaded by Jinghong Group, constructed by Lingsheng, and strongly backed by the local government. The subway and highway would go straight to the amusement park entrance. It was, by all logic, a guaranteed win.
When the project was raising capital three years ago, countless companies had their eyes on the pie.
In this circle, money alone wasn’t enough—you needed connections to get a seat at the table.
That was one reason why the Chen family had fought tooth and nail to squeeze into the circle.
Now, Lingsheng could easily secure a fifth of the shares, while other companies had to pull every string just to get 1 or 2%—and still felt lucky.
Chen Luoru walked the red carpet gracefully. She came alone, with no one accompanying her.
But her beauty and poise turned heads, and many men around her looked back curiously, trying to guess which investor family’s heiress she was.
This was Chen Luoru’s first public appearance in the social circle since returning to China. When she got married back then, she had still been a young girl, so it wasn’t surprising no one recognized her.
People soon stopped guessing, because someone of far greater interest had arrived—Meng Jianchen, CEO of Jinghong Holdings.
He hadn’t shown up to the ribbon-cutting ceremony that morning, but suddenly dropped in for the banquet that night, which stirred quite a buzz.
Through the crowd, Chen Luoru spotted the tall and striking figure of Meng Jianchen and instantly suspected he had set her up again.
She had only come because she thought he wouldn’t be here. But now he was here without so much as a heads-up. She had no choice but to play along with the “happy couple” act.
At home, Chen Luoru might throw little tantrums or act silly, but in public, she was never willful.
In front of others, she had to preserve both families’ reputations. Even average families understood this, let alone those in high society.
Meng Jianchen was speaking with someone. His hand held a tall flute of pale golden champagne, and a platinum Vacheron Constantin watch gleamed on his wrist—people like him never needed to check the time themselves, they just asked their secretaries. But that didn’t stop him from needing a watch to match his status.
His looks were outstanding, and he exuded a commanding presence in both speech and demeanor. People admired him as the remarkable heir of the Meng family.
Out of the corner of his eye, Meng Jianchen spotted Chen Luoru. He took a slow sip of champagne and prepared to wrap up the conversation quickly.
Chen Luoru gathered her gown and went looking for Chen Yang. She had no desire to link arms with him and pretend to be a loving wife so early in the evening.
But just as she reached the edge of the venue, she was suddenly blocked by a middle-aged noblewoman with a hostile expression.
Next to the woman was the same girl who had been slapped by Chen Yang earlier today.
The woman sneered. Seeing that no one at the banquet paid this girl any attention, she figured she must be some side-branch nobody from the Chen family. She couldn’t mess with Chen Yang—but this little brat was fair game.
Since Chen Yang had slapped her daughter, she would return the favor on her daughter’s behalf. Chen Yang started it, so she shouldn’t blame her for being ruthless.
Sensing the ill intentions, Chen Luoru didn’t want to engage.
But the woman suddenly grabbed Chen Luoru’s arm and raised her hand to slap her—
Caught off guard, Chen Luoru instinctively closed her eyes. But the slap never landed.
A familiar male voice rang out beside her ear: “Madam, what do you think you’re doing to my wife?”
Chen Luoru opened her eyes in confusion to see that Meng Jianchen had somehow appeared beside her.
One hand gripped the woman’s arm, while the other wrapped firmly around Chen Luoru’s slender waist.
Under the dazzling lights and amidst the buzz of champagne and chatter, his tall, handsome profile seemed almost divine—and for a moment, she was dazed.
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[1] Big Sister