Taciturn, possessive, wolfish younger x White jade orchid sister. Jiang Zhongmu remembered a woman, the only tenant she ever remembered. The other had a soft charm that didn't belong in this backwater eighteen-line town; every move carried a gentle grace, the only concrete image of a city person for a child who had never left the town. At that time, Xie Zhiyi was the biggest world she had ever seen, so much so that when filling out her college entrance examZhi Yuan, she only wrote the university Xie Zhiyi had attended. But their reunion came sooner than she expected. When the person, full of melancholy, checked into the attic again, the usually quiet Jiang Zhongmu beganPin Fan running upstairs. Delivering water, changing light bulbs, moving desks—her excuses grew more numerous. She knew what the other liked to see: the half-exposed straight collarbone, the bulging veins on her lean arms, the faint dimples when she smiled. Jiang Zhongmu never called out those hidden glances; she just showed up in front of Xie Zhiyi more and more often. For example, at the time Xie Zhiyi always opened the window, she would appear downstairs, her wheat-colored features sharpened in the dusk. The premeditated person looked up, and this time Xie Zhiyi couldn't look away in time. That night, Jiang Zhongmu knocked on her door. In the dark room with the lights off, Xie Zhiyi's back pressed against the cold wall, she turned her head to look at the moonlight outside the window. Someone asked in a hoarse voice: 'Do you like it, sister?' Xie Zhiyi didn't answer. And so, such nights repeated many times during Xie Zhiyi's stay in Jiang Town, until she realized something was wrong and chose to flee. Jiang Zhongmu didn't cling to her; she even took her to the bus station. Xie Zhiyi thought it was over, but then the person appeared before her again, standing at the freshman reception, looking at her and curling her lips, like a little leopard that had succeeded in its scheme. [26-year-old sister x 19-year-old younger, seven-year age gap] [Slow pace, prefers tension, don't rush if you don't like it] [Jade carving plot; the author only studied jade carving for a short time; some content is real, some fictional; please don't apply to real prototypes] [HE, sweet story] Also recommend my girlfriend's story, Jinjiang author Zhen Shi Tu Le 'The Cold Elder Sister Made Me Lose Control After Tempting Me' [True and False Heiress | Broken Mirror Reunion | Bad Woman Gets Good Woman | Pseudo Incest | Pursuit in the Crematorium |] Lawyer vs Doctor. Nan Zhi had a secret. She loved her sister. — Years ago, a baby swap occurred. As the true heiress, Nan Zhi ended up in the slums, working part-time to support herself, barely able to eat. The false heiress, Fu Minglin, was born with a silver spoon, becoming a rare medical genius, a daughter of heaven. At nineteen, the misaligned lives were corrected. Fu Minglin took her out of the slums, personally bathed and dressed her, then held her hand and patiently introduced every plant and tree in the house. 'From today on, everything here belongs to you.' There was no antagonism between true and false heiresses as written in novels. Fu Minglin taught her how to choose bra fabric. Size, cup, even personally demonstrated the wearing method. Fu Minglin's voice was close to her ear, very hot: 'Like this, lift up, so it won't grow deformed.' Her hand held hers. Her heart raced so wildly she didn't know who was panicking. Fu Minglin took care of her hair, managed her skin, and every night personally watched her drink a glass of warm milk before bed. 'Success and failure are reflected in the details. May you have sweet dreams,' Fu Minglin's fingertip lightly brushed her lips, chuckling: 'Good night.' Fu Minglin accompanied her to play golf and learn horseback riding. On the fierce horse with an iron saddle, she wrapped her arms around her waist, sharing body heat. 'If you're scared,' Fu Minglin tightened her embrace, 'you can lean on me.' The identity of true and false heiresses was gradually forgotten in the sisterly affection. Until Nan Zhi's coming-of-age ceremony, when her mother, who had just publicly announced she had two biological daughters, caught them in the act. In the dim, cramped cubicle, the atmosphere was thick with ambiguity. Amid the screams of guests and relatives, and her mother's incredulous roar, Nan Zhi instinctively sought comfort in the embrace. But Fu Minglin's smile suddenly blurred in the crowd. 'The game of good sisters is over,' her voice was as gentle as ever, but cruel. 'You've lost your value too, dear sister.' Nan Zhi then realized that aside from the identity of the true heiress, all the love she had received was fake. ——— Many years later, when they met again. Fu Minglin finally understood that in that long-ago deception, among all the false feelings she had given, her heart was real.