【What?? Biological sister??】
【Is Wen Ruqiao Lu Minglang’s biological sister??!!】
【Should I continue taking off my fan clothes or not??】
……
Aunt Liu immediately realized he had spoken out of turn, and the alcohol in his system instantly sobered him up.
He regretfully slapped his own mouth.
Alcohol, indeed, should not be consumed in excess.
He knew Lu Minglang wanted to acknowledge this sister, but Wen Ruqiao seemed to harbor a strong aversion toward him.
Yet he had just publicly revealed their relationship—how awkward this was!
“Ahem…” Aunt Liu cleared his throat, wanting to say something to salvage the situation. But even a seasoned veteran like him struggled to come up with a suitable explanation after racking his brain for a long time. In the end, he could only offer a bitter smile and apologize, “Sorry about that, I drank too much and couldn’t keep my mouth shut…”
Lu Minglang didn’t mind. In fact, he wished he could tell the whole world that Xiao Qiao was his sister.
But Xiao Qiao wasn’t even willing to acknowledge their relationship…
Lu Minglang anxiously glanced at Wen Ruqiao, afraid she would be angry.
But Wen Ruqiao’s reaction was a beat slower. She didn’t know where she pulled out a flute from, pressed it against her cherry lips, and blew hard—
It didn’t make a sound; it just leaked air.
“Pfft…” The previously somewhat tense atmosphere was instantly broken by laughter.
Xiao Ou: “Sister Qiao, that’s not how you play the flute, is it? Can you even do it?”
These words precisely hit Wen Ruqiao’s sore spot. She abruptly looked up, her voice soft yet firm: “I can do it!”
An Ruosu: “That’s right, girls can’t say they can’t do something!”
Wen Ruqiao gave her a look that said, “You understand me,” and blew into the flute again. This time, she succeeded—
A classic tune from a fantasy drama flowed smoothly from the flute. Her slender, pale, and delicate fingers danced gracefully over the holes of the bamboo flute, so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.
“Wow! Qiao Mei really knows how to play the flute!” Aunt Liu exclaimed in admiration.
Not only were the guests astonished, but the live-stream audience was also stunned by Wen Ruqiao’s unexpected skill.
【The immersion is so strong, I’m already flying on a sword.】
【Just hearing the intro makes me want to grab my skateboard and ride a sword to Mount Shu!】
【Wow, little sister plays the flute so beautifully!】
【At this moment, a handsome guy who has practiced bamboo flute since childhood is questioning his life—how is she even more professional than me…】
【It’s like a national-level musician holding an online concert!!】
After the bamboo flute performance ended, the pavilion erupted in applause.
“Such heavenly music!”
“Ru Qiao, you’ve been hiding your talent!”
“Sister Qiao is forever the best! Sister Qiao is the coolest!!”
Everyone praised her sincerely.
Lu Minglang, with his shy and reserved personality, appeared like a cold and aloof guy, but he was the one clapping the loudest.
Wow… Xiao Qiao is so amazing…
How could he have such an incredible sister? He must be the luckiest man in the world!
Through the lens of a doting older brother, Lu Minglang found Wen Ruqiao more and more adorable.
The game continued.
Wen Ruqiao once again drew the Joker.
She held the card up to the light, her expression confused and bewildered, as if she couldn’t understand why she was so unlucky.
As luck would have it, Lu Minglang drew the King.
“Oh, wow—” Aunt Liu was delighted and urged, “Hurry up, truth or dare.”
Wen Ruqiao’s mind was a bit hazy, so she casually replied, “Truth.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to Lu Minglang.
Especially Aunt Liu, who kept giving him meaningful glances.
Lu Minglang remained silent.
Reason told him he should follow what Aunt Liu taught him that afternoon and ask Wen Ruqiao clearly what it would take for her to acknowledge him as her brother.
But…
He didn’t want to put Xiao Qiao in a difficult position. Not even in a game.
Everyone waited with bated breath for a long time, only to hear Lu Minglang say:
“What is your wish?”
Everyone: ??
Wen Ruqiao was also a bit dazed. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, trying to clear her head.
She heard Lu Minglang’s deep, clear voice asking in a tone as if coaxing a child, “If you could make one wish, what would you want?”
Wen Ruqiao instinctively asked, “…Anything?”
Lu Minglang: “Mm.”
As long as it was within his power, he would definitely make it come true for Wen Ruqiao.
His savings, property deeds, sports cars—he could give them all to her.
His time and energy could also be entirely devoted to accompanying her.
Under the lights, the tipsy girl looked confused and lost. Her round, childlike eyes stared straight at Lu Minglang, her eyelashes fluttering as she blinked, appearing both pure and obedient in a way that tugged at the heartstrings, making one willingly offer everything for her.
“I want…” After a while of sea breeze, the lingering effects of the alcohol kicked in, and the slight clarity Wen Ruqiao had mustered vanished without a trace. Her voice was slurred and soft, “I want an umbrella…”
With a thud, her head hit the table, and she was completely drunk.
The scene immediately descended into chaos.
The live-stream audience, however, hadn’t expected Wen Ruqiao’s wish to be so simple.
[Did I hear that right? An umbrella??]
[I don’t get it, what kind of wish is that?]
[I’m different—my wish is to get money, a house, and a man, hahaha]
…
Lu Minglang immediately steadied Wen Ruqiao. Seeing she was too drunk to be conscious, he simply picked her up in his arms.
“I’ll take her back to her room to rest.”
An Ruosu quickly said, “Let me help you.”
Although they were siblings, there were still boundaries between men and women. Having a girl take care of Wen Ruqiao was naturally better. Lu Minglang nodded slightly. “Thank you.”
On the way back to the room, An Ruosu joked, “Brother Lu, I never expected you to be such a doting brother.”
Lu Minglang didn’t respond. Aside from being a bit more talkative around Wen Ruqiao, his attitude toward others was actually quite aloof.
An Ruosu sensed his demeanor and tactfully fell silent.
Inside the room, there were two beds.
An Ruosu pointed to the bed by the window. “Ru Qiao’s bed is this one.”
Lu Minglang gently and carefully placed her on the bed and pulled the covers over her.
But as soon as he covered her, Wen Ruqiao kicked the blanket off. Her skirt rode up with the movement, revealing the edge of her safety shorts.
An Ruosu reacted swiftly, quickly covering the camera in the room.
“Brother Lu, leave it to me. I’ll help Xiao Qiao change her clothes.”
Lu Minglang averted his gaze, realizing he should maintain propriety. He paused for a few seconds before politely saying, “Thank you. I appreciate your help.”
An Ruosu: “Why don’t you go pour a glass of water for Xiao Qiao? People who’ve been drinking always get thirsty when they wake up.”
Lu Minglang: “Alright.”
After pouring the water, he deliberately waited a few minutes before knocking on the door.
An Ruosu opened it. “All done. Her clothes are changed, but her phone has been ringing nonstop…”
Lu Minglang handed the water to An Ruosu and glanced inside.
Wen Ruqiao’s pajamas were a beige long-sleeved set with a bear pattern, complete with a hood. An Ruosu, while helping her change, casually pulled the hood up over her head. The round, soft bear ears made Wen Ruqiao look even more adorable and well-behaved.
She looked like a little princess who knew nothing of the world’s troubles.
Lu Minglang’s gaze softened considerably. He thought to himself, Xiao Qiao is so lovely—she must have grown up surrounded by tenderness and love.
Just then, Wen Ruqiao’s phone rang again.
Lu Minglang glanced down. The contact name displayed on the screen carried a sense of distance:
[Mr. Wen]