CHAPTER 372: CHAPTER 372: LITTLE SIDE STORY - THE SISTER EDITION

In the dead of night, with a few stars scattered across the moonlit sky, the gentle moonlight fell on the mountainside, and the lush trees swayed with a rustling sound as the breeze floated by.

Inside the glass house in the backyard, flowers of various kinds were planted, and at the entrance, there was a dark room for resting, where one could see the entire view of the flower house from inside, but from the outside, one couldn’t see the scene inside the dark room.

That day, after returning from her parents’ home, An Yin stormed into the flower house in a fit of anger.

The man received the message while he was abroad. Without caring about the meeting he was about to attend, he immediately took the earliest flight back home.

Led by Aunt Zhang, he arrived in front of the flower house, dismissed everyone, and then pushed the door open and entered.

In the midst of the blooming flowers, the young girl squatted in the aisle, holding a watering can.

As Bao Shaojin approached, the young girl muttered discontentedly under her breath.

"Hmph, my brother is useless, might as well not have one!"

Having said that, the water in the can was finished, and she pouted and put down the watering can in frustration.

"Got upset?" Bao Shaojin strode over to the young girl, wrapped his slender hand around her slim waist, and picked her up horizontally, carrying her to the dark room.

An Yin exclaimed in surprise, and upon realizing who it was, her arms naturally circled his neck, and she pitifully said, "Meng Sihan bullied me."

The young girl’s voice was soft, and her delicate egg-shaped face showed a hint of grievance, like a puffing blowfish, so amusing to look at.

However, Bao Shaojin didn’t dare to laugh at her at this moment.

The young girl often called him "brother," which made him uncomfortable. Now that she was calling someone else by their full name, Bao Shaojin felt content listening to it.

"No worries, hubby will bully him back for you," Bao Shaojin said with certainty.

An Yin frowned deeply and looked at him in a panic, "You want to beat him up?" The man’s face was too serious, making An Yin think he really wanted to hit someone.

"If you want me to, I can."

Reaching the dark room, Bao Shaojin gently put her on the sofa, his eyes unconsciously stained with a heavy gloomy color.

"No." An Yin quickly blurted out.

Bao Shaojin sat beside the young girl, looking down at her anxious little face, "Beating him up is the simplest way to vent your anger, are you sure you don’t want it?"

The young girl had a sharp tongue but a tender heart, and Bao Shaojin knew it well. His hand silently fell on the young girl’s back and slowly unzipped her dress.

That day, the young girl was wearing a fitted pink cheongsam, her curvy figure clearly outlined, paired with her soft and refined temperament. Every move exuded a seductive allure, making one want to pluck her.

"Isn’t that a bit too violent?" An Yin’s mind was entirely focused on what the man said, and her simple-minded self didn’t even notice the gradual coolness on her back.

"He bullied my wife, so I bully him, it’s only fair," Bao Shaojin said hoarsely, his clear eyes surging with a hint of crimson, as if holding back an inner impulse with all his might.

The young girl was delicate and fragile, like a flower easily trampled. Some things must absolutely not be hurried.

"You can’t hit people."

As their eyes met, An Yin was caught in the man’s fierce gaze, her heart pounding, and the words she spoke slowly faded away.

The man’s sharp pupils were like a hawk in the desert, locking his gaze upon her, while she was like a rabbit on the ground, unable to escape his grasp no matter where she hid.

"Whatever you say."

The man’s voice carried an enchanting quality, making An Yin shiver uncontrollably.

"A-Ah Jin."

An Yin propped her hands on the sofa, timidly trying to retreat.

"Hmm." The man snorted softly and said coldly, "Seems like you care a lot about this brother Meng Sihan."

This sentence seemed like both an inquiry and a threat.

"From now on, he’s not anymore," An Yin said spitefully, annoyed at how Meng Sihan had angered her.

The more An Yin thought about it, the angrier she became, her whole face flushing with a rosy hue due to her anger, adding to her charm.

"Sounds good." The young girl’s words hit Bao Shaojin’s soft spot, "Didn’t you say before that you wanted siblings? How about I be your ’brother’ in the future."

An Yin looked at him in shock, the man like a warrior on the battlefield, eyes reddened. In her daze, she was entirely in his control.

Aunt Zhang paced up to the flower house, intending to inform madam that her brother Meng Sihan had arrived. Before she could speak, she heard some untimely sounds.

She was utterly stunned. Ever since the young couple got married, Aunt Zhang felt her skin had unknowingly become thicker.

Having lived for most of her life, Aunt Zhang wished she could vanish on the spot.

Alas, she’s no spring chicken! The gentleman tends to act recklessly, indifferent to time and place. How could the delicate madam withstand his excessiveness?

Aunt Zhang almost fled in a hurry, leaving the flower house.

Seeing the servants trimming the flowers outside, Aunt Zhang put on a stern face, instructing everyone to stop their work and head to the main hall for a thorough cleaning.

After this day.

An Yin became anxious about the word "brother."

Only An Yin knew the extent of Bao Shaojin’s madness when she called him "brother." At that moment, she cried inwardly, swearing never to utter the word "brother" again in this life.

However, for Bao Shaojin, who benefited the most, after the commotion in the flower house, he was rejuvenated, cherishing his little darling from the bottom of his heart.

The young girl’s health was fragile, so she stayed in her bedroom for the next two days, not daring to go out.

Three days later, Meng Sihan personally visited to see his sister. Upon learning from the housekeeper that she hadn’t left her bedroom due to feeling unwell, Meng Sihan’s face turned grim. He then took out his phone and called the man working at the company.

Once the call connected, Meng Sihan almost gritted his teeth, "Birds of a feather really do flock together."

Meng Sihan’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Speak human language," Bao Shaojin said, putting the call on speaker while his gaze remained on the document, signing his name with a swift stroke, showing he didn’t take the man on the other end seriously.

"When did you learn Qin Huai’s vicious tactics? You even used them on my sister. Are you even human?" Meng Sihan accused aggressively, his words undeniably filled with indignation.

If the two were to meet, Bao Shaojin wouldn’t escape a beating.

Bao Shaojin understood Meng Sihan’s implication, "Are you at my house?"

"At my sister’s house," Meng Sihan retorted.

Bao Shaojin didn’t argue with him, a dark glint flickering across his sharp face, "Yinyin needs rest, don’t disturb her."

"If you truly cared for her, would you leave her bedridden for days?" Meng Sihan almost roared. Realizing the servants in the hall were staring at him, Meng Sihan barely contained his inner dissatisfaction.

Someone, feeling guilty, didn’t answer and chose to hang up.

Meng Sihan glanced towards the spiral staircase, ultimately deciding not to disturb An Yin, holding his anger as he left.