That single word—"Dad"—stunned everyone in the room.
Mom looked utterly bewildered, while Dad's face turned ghostly pale. A deathly silence fell over the living room.
My heart pounded wildly. I thought to myself, This girl must really love me to the point of madness—she's gone completely insane, barging into my home to force a confrontation. If Mom found out about our relationship, I'd be finished.
After a long, dazed moment, I stepped forward, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and whispered harshly, "What are you doing? Stop messing around! Get out of here, now!"
Anuo turned her head and called out timidly, "Brother."
Mom's pupils instantly dilated as she stared at me in shock. I quickly leaned close to Anuo's ear and hissed, "The role-play is over! I'm not your brother!"
Ignoring me, she took two steps forward and threw herself into Dad's arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his waist as she cried out, "Dad~!"
Dad placed his hands on her shoulders, intending to push her away, but they hovered awkwardly in mid-air. After a stunned pause, he turned to look at Mom.
Mom glared at him and demanded loudly, "What's going on? Who is this girl?"
"She's… she… she… she's…" Dad's voice trembled violently, stumbling over his words.
I began to sense that something was off—it seemed this girl wasn't here for me after all.
Without time to think it through, I hurried forward, grabbed her wrist, and tried to pull her away to help Dad out of the situation. At the same time, I explained to Mom, "She's… she's the girl who framed me on the bus last time."
Anuo clung tightly to Dad, refusing to let go no matter how hard I tugged. She turned to Mom, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "My name is Ling Nuo. My father is Ling Haitao."
Hearing this, I froze, taking a long moment to process her words. I saw Dad's face turn ashen, his lips trembling uncontrollably, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
When I looked at Mom, she was biting her lip, her face flushed crimson, glaring furiously at Dad. Her chest heaved violently—clearly, she was enraged beyond words.
"You… she… she's…" Dad's expression twisted painfully, as if he wanted to smile, but his muscles had stiffened into a grimace.
"Who is she?" Mom snorted coldly.
"She's…"
Crash! The bowls, chopsticks, cups, and plates on the dining table tumbled to the floor, shattering into pieces with a clatter.
Mom's eyes reddened as she glared at Dad. After a long, heavy silence, she stormed angrily toward the bedroom.
I reached out to grab her wrist, but Mom roared, "Don't touch me!"
Frightened, I quickly pulled my hand back. Mom returned to the bedroom and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
Only then did Dad snap out of it. He pushed Anuo away, his face filled with reproach, and asked loudly, "Why did you come here? Didn't I tell you not to come? If there's anything, I'll go find you."
Tears rolled down Anuo's cheeks as she said pitifully, "They hit me. And… today is my birthday. I called your phone, but you didn't answer."
"You…" Dad pointed at her, his brow furrowed deeply, his face etched with worry.
Listening to their conversation, my mind buzzed with shock. This little devil… is actually Dad's daughter.
That means she's my half-sister…
Ah~! Not only did I sleep with my own sister, but I also took her virginity?
It felt like a bolt from the blue struck my head.
I no longer knew how to describe my feelings at that moment. My legs felt weak, my throat was dry—life was just too damn thrilling.
My dad opened his mouth several times, hesitating to speak, before finally saying to her, "Sit down first." Then he walked to the bedroom door and knocked gently, only to be met with my mom's furious roar: "Get out, all of you!"
Dad stood outside the door, persistently knocking and whispering something.
I looked at An Nuo and saw a cut on the corner of her mouth, her left eye swollen, her hair disheveled, tears welling in her eyes, and two streaks of dried tears on her cheeks.
I couldn't help but wonder—how could this clever little imp have been beaten up?
Who hit her?
At that moment, I couldn't quite figure out how I felt about her. I casually pulled out two tissues and handed them to her, saying softly, "Wipe your face."
An Nuo took the tissues but didn't use them to dry her tears. Instead, she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, brother. You're so good to me."
I frowned and asked in a low voice, "You knew I was your brother all along?"
An Nuo nodded obediently.
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I did tell you."
"When?"
"Last time in the park, when that big guy was bothering me, I said you were my brother."
"You…" I recalled that she had indeed said I was her brother, but I thought she was just using me as an excuse, a shield—it never crossed my mind that it could be true.
At the same time, another question formed in my mind, one that was even more chilling.
I leaned closer to her and asked in a low voice, "Since you knew I was your brother, why did you still seduce me?"
"I didn't seduce you. You were the one who raped me."
"What?"
An Nuo snorted with a laugh. "You raped me. I have a video. Do you want to see it?"
Hearing this, my mind went blank with a buzzing sound. Damn it, I've been tricked!
"What do you want?" I gritted my teeth and asked.
"I don't want anything." An Nuo smiled slightly, then wrapped her arms around mine, resting her head on my shoulder. She asked softly, "Brother, are you happy with the gift I gave you?"
"Gift? You gave me a gift? Wh-where is it?" My mind was completely blank, unable to think at all.
"Me?" An Nuo pointed at herself, giggling.
"You?"
"Yes, I gave you a little sister. Aren't you happy?"
"I…"
"Brother, do you like me?"
"What do you mean?" I tried to push her away, but my arm felt stiff and wouldn't move.
"Do you like me or not? Do you?" An Nuo leaned against me, gently swaying.
"Let go. I don't like you at all!" I didn't know what she was up to, but I couldn't let her keep getting her way.
An Nuo remained unfazed. She leaned close to my ear and asked suggestively, "Well… brother, do you like sleeping with me?"
Her breath was warm and fragrant, her hot exhale brushing against my ear, making half my body go numb.
I no longer knew what to say. Even if she really was my sister, she was still a little devil… no, a demon queen!
"Do you like it or not?" Anuo hugged even tighter, pressing coquettishly, "And in the future, do you still want to fuck me? Brother, tell me."
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Just then, Dad returned to the living room. Seeing the scene, he froze for a moment and demanded, "What are you two doing?"
Only then did Anuo let go, tilting her head slightly. "I'm just playing around with my brother."
Dad shot me a glare and growled under his breath, "This has nothing to do with you. Go back to your room."
I wanted to say something to Dad but didn't know how to begin. After glancing at Anuo, I headed toward the bedroom.
But I had only taken two steps when Mom pushed the door open, carrying a handbag, and walked toward me. Judging by her outfit, she was clearly about to leave.
Dad quickly stepped forward, blocking her path, and pleaded in a low, desperate voice, "Yiyun, listen to me. Let me explain, please."
"Get out of my way! What is there to explain? What could you possibly explain?" Though Mom wasn't crying, her eyes were red, and anger radiated from her entire being, like a roaring dragon.
"She's… well… how should I put it? You… um… just put the bag down first and let me explain slowly." Dad frowned, half-bowing, looking utterly humbled, as if he were on the verge of kneeling.
"Get out of my way!"
Dad grabbed her arm, refusing to let go.
"Let go of me."
"Honey, just listen to one sentence, just one, okay?"
"I won't listen. Let go of me." Mom glared at Dad with murderous intensity. "Are you letting go or not?"
Clearly intimidated by Mom's fierce demeanor, Dad hesitantly released his grip.
Without looking back, Mom walked out of the house.
Dad waved at me, signaling me to follow her. Without bothering to change clothes, I grabbed a jacket and hurried after her.
Mom walked to the parking spot downstairs, opened the car door, and got in. I quickly slipped into the passenger seat. She glanced at me sideways and snapped, "Why did you follow me?"
"I was worried about you, so I came to check on you."
Mom didn't say anything more, nor did she start the engine immediately. She just sat in the driver's seat, staring blankly ahead.
I sat beside her, quietly watching her.
Her long black hair wasn't tied up but was neatly combed. She wore a gray-and-white checkered top, a gray chiffon skirt, sheer flesh-toned pantyhose, and black pointed-toe stiletto sandals—a casual yet elegant outfit for a sophisticated woman.
It had to be said, Mom was a woman who paid great attention to her appearance. Even in a fit of rage, storming out of the house, she remained impeccably dressed and composed.
A girl had suddenly appeared at home, claiming to be Dad's daughter. For a proud woman like Mom, this was absolutely unacceptable.
If… if she were to find out that this girl had also slept with her own son, she would probably explode on the spot.
Dad's joke had truly gone too far. He had not only ruined himself but also dragged his precious son into this mess.
I knocked on my own head, silently vowing that Mom must never find out about this.
Mom glanced at me and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
I pretended to be calm, frowning as I cursed, "Dad is really something else. How could he do something like this?"
Mom scolded me sharply, "No swearing."
Indignantly, I retorted, "Aren't you angry?"
"Being angry is one thing, but I can scold him, you can't. After all, he's your father."
"But... but Dad... how could he do something like this? Having a child outside and hiding it from you for over a decade. I mean... oh, I really don't know what to say about him." I muttered a few words before forcing a smile to comfort her. "Mom, don't be too angry about this. There must be some hidden reason behind it, maybe some misunderstanding. I think you should still listen to Dad's explanation. Think about it—not long ago, you were misunderstood too, and Dad listened to your explanation, didn't he? You should try to see things from his perspective."
"What explanation?" Mom glared at me. "When that girl called him 'Dad,' did he deny it?"
"Well... no, he didn't. But I think..."
"I haven't even asked you yet!" Mom turned around and stared at me. "That girl—did you already know her?"
"I... I know her, but not really." I stammered. "Don't you remember? Not long ago, I was mistaken for a pervert on the bus and taken to the police station. I said I was framed, but you didn't believe me. It was that girl who framed me."
"Have you had any contact with her since then?"
"No!" I firmly denied, not daring to admit anything even under threat. "Absolutely not."
Mom narrowed her eyes, looking at me suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you're very familiar with her?"
"I've met her a couple of times before." I fidgeted a little but quickly raised my hand. "But I swear, I had no idea about her relationship with Dad."
Mom turned back around and sighed. "Go back home."
"I'm not going back. How can I just leave you alone? I'm eighteen now—I'm not a boy anymore, I'm a man. I can take responsibility."
"What responsibility are you planning to take?"
"The responsibility of taking care of you." I put on a grown-up air. "The way you are now, I can't let you go out alone. What if you get upset, lose hope, and just... 'plop'—jump into the river? What would we do then?"
Mom frowned. "Having you around makes me even more annoyed. Can you just be quiet?"
"I'll be quiet, I promise I'll be quiet."
Mom sighed, started the car, and drove away from the neighborhood. I sat beside her without asking where we were going because I knew she had nowhere else to go except Aunt Rong's place.
On the way, Mom called Aunt Rong and said she'd be staying for a few days. Aunt Rong said it was no problem. Judging by the situation, it seemed like we'd be staying there for a while.
When we arrived, Lu Yiyi opened the door. She probably didn't expect me to come along and looked surprised when she saw me. Aunt Rong glanced at me but didn't say anything.
After pouring a glass of hot water, Mom followed Aunt Rong into the bedroom. What they talked about, I had no idea.
Lu Yiyi pulled me to sit on the living room sofa and asked with a gossipy look, "What's going on? Did your parents fight again? Huh? Whenever they fought before, wasn't it always your dad who left? Why are you and your mom the ones kicked out this time?"
"How should I put this?" I scratched my head, suddenly realizing that going behind my girlfriend's back to find a paid companion did make me seem like a jerk.
I never expected that the person I had a compensated encounter with would turn out to be my own half-sister. This... maybe... perhaps... or... is just karma?
"What on earth is going on?" Lu Yiyi's gossip-loving nature kicked in, her eyes practically sparkling.
"I... might have gained a sister."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Lu Yiyi didn't catch on right away. "Did you adopt a sworn sister?"
"It's not that I adopted a sworn sister, it's..." I didn't know how to explain it to her. I scratched my head so hard it almost bled before lowering my voice and saying, "My dad might have... secretly had a child with someone else."
"What?" Lu Yiyi's mouth fell open in shock, her eyes fixed on me as if she couldn't quite believe it.
"Do you remember that girl who kept pestering me when we went to the movies that day?"
"Yeah, I remember." Lu Yiyi nodded, then suddenly widened her eyes as it dawned on her. "It's her?"
"It's her."
"Oh my god!" Lu Yiyi covered her mouth with both hands, taking a long moment before saying, "No wonder she kept bothering you. She had an ulterior motive."
"Yeah, and her motive is something I absolutely can't reveal." I would rather die than let Lu Yiyi know that I had already slept with my "wild" sister.
Mom and Aunt Rong chatted for over two hours before finally emerging from the bedroom. Aunt Rong said to Lu Yiyi, "You go sleep on the small bed in the study. Let your Aunt Yun use your room."
"Okay." Lu Yiyi nodded obediently, then glanced at me and asked, "Then... where will Xiaodong sleep?"
"Why do you care about him?" Aunt Rong sounded a bit impatient, then turned to me and said, "You can make do on the sofa in the living room tonight. Tomorrow after school, you can go back home."
I quickly asked, "What about my mom?"
Aunt Rong said, "Your mom will stay with us for a while, of course."
I hurriedly replied, "Then I won't go back either. Wherever my mom is, I'll be there."
"Oh!" Aunt Rong sneered. "How old are you, still clinging to your mom? Do you need to breastfeed every day or something?"
Mom shot her a glance and said to me, "You go back home tomorrow. It's not convenient here, and don't let it affect your studies."
"I'm not comfortable with that. Wherever you are, I'll be there."
Aunt Rong snorted. "I only have three rooms and three beds here. Which one do you want to sleep in?"
I instinctively glanced at Lu Yiyi but immediately realized that wasn't appropriate. I plopped down on the sofa. "I'll just sleep on the sofa. It's fine here."
Mom grew a bit anxious. "What's wrong with you? Why won't you listen?"
I simply lay down on the sofa, acting stubborn. "I'm not leaving. No matter what, I'm not leaving. This is my warm home now."
Aunt Rong snorted again. "So you're just going to freeload at our place. Fine, sleep here then. But I'm warning you—if you dare to act out of line, I won't be polite."
I knew she was referring to Lu Yiyi and smiled. "You've never been polite to me since I was little. But I promise, I'll be well-behaved. Very, very well-behaved."
Aunt Rong gave me a pillow and a thin blanket to make do with for the night.
The sofa was soft, but it was a bit narrow, so sleeping on it wasn't very comfortable.
Plus, I had come in a hurry and hadn't brought any toiletries or pajamas, so I spent the night feeling pretty uncomfortable.
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