CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: BITTER-SWEET SISTER PROMISE

Su Chen’s heart raced with turmoil. Though he had always harbored a special affection for his mother, and his desire to make her his woman had grown increasingly intense these past few days, it had remained just a fantasy.

Yet his mother’s ambiguous reaction earlier, as if she were deliberately trying to seduce her own son, sent his heart pounding wildly while stirring a faint unease. He couldn’t tell if it was merely her behavior or if she truly harbored such intentions.

Until he was certain, Su Chen dared not act rashly.

Perhaps I’m overthinking things! he told himself. Mom has always been lenient with me due to her doting nature, but she’s never shown any special affection. And some of her boundaries are absolutely rigid!

Reflecting on their past interactions, Su Chen dismissed his fantasies as mere wishful thinking. He realized that ever since he had begun harboring thoughts about the women in his family—he could no longer maintain composure around them. His mind grew increasingly chaotic. If this continued, he feared he would truly lose control.

Hurriedly leaving his mother’s room, Su Chen abandoned any lingering desire to sleep with her. He just wanted to escape back to his own room as quickly as possible.

But as soon as he stepped out of the room, he heard his sister’s voice.

"Little Bro, I remember your final exams are at the end of the month, right?"

Ye Qing had already finished her shower and was standing by the coffee table, drying her wet hair as she reached for a bag. She seemed ready to head upstairs to rest.

Su Chen, distracted and preoccupied, didn’t even notice how beautiful his sister looked wrapped in her bath towel. He answered absently, "Ah, yeah, what’s up?"

"Then you need to focus more lately. No more playing around—you need to review your notes properly. Have you decided whether to study humanities or sciences?" Ye Qing was concerned about her brother’s studies, especially since his choice of specialization would determine his future path.

As Ye Qing reached for her bag, she accidentally knocked it over. With a gasp, the bag spilled its contents across the floor—a jumble of feminine essentials. Though she rarely wore makeup, as a girl, she still carried some cosmetics.

Looking at the scattered items, Su Chen couldn’t help but chuckle. Girls always carry so much stuff in their bags. Doesn’t it get heavy?

Su Chen hurried forward to help his sister pick up the scattered items. But as his hand landed on a small mirror, he suddenly noticed a pink letter tucked beneath it. The words scrawled across the envelope made his head spin: To Ye Qing, the perfect goddess of my heart!

A love letter? A boy wrote this to my sister?

The sight of the letter sent a shockwave, his mind going blank. He had always dreaded this day, having grown accustomed to the three women in his life. He worried that one day his sisters would grow up and fall into the arms of other men. He had once reassured himself that they were still young, that there was plenty of time. But seeing this letter, he suddenly realized that his sister was not only beautiful but also possessed a flawless figure. At twenty-one, she seemed fully grown, and the day she would leave him felt terrifyingly close.

Su Chen’s heart felt as if it were being crushed in an invisible fist, the pain so intense he could barely breathe. A suffocating sense of crisis completely overwhelmed him.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and help me pick these up, hmm? Little Bro, don’t look! Put it down!"

Seeing her brother squatting motionless, Ye Qing tilted her head and asked coquettishly, but her gaze landed squarely on the letter he was staring at blankly. It was from a boy at Uni, rumored to be exceptional in every way. Countless girls secretly has crushes on him. Receiving his letter today had surprised Ye Qing; she had hastily tucked it into her bag to read later, never imagining her brother would find it.

For some reason, Ye Qing felt instinctive panic, as if she didn’t want her brother to see the love letter. The pain she saw in his eyes made her heart clench, a vague sense of unease creeping into her mind. Before she could dwell on it, a pang of sympathy stirred within her, mirroring his anguish.

Her panic clouded her judgment. She lunged forward, crouching down to snatch the envelope. The movement caused the bath towel wrapped around her freshly showered body to slip, momentarily revealing the flesh between her thighs. The women in their family had a habit of not immediately putting on underwear after bathing, preferring to dry off completely before dressing.

In that fleeting moment, Su Chen unconsciously glimpsed the beauty between his sister’s legs. Though the dim light obscured the details, the outline was unmistakable: a dark patch of soft hair framing—alluring honeyed slit.

When Su Chen used to bathe with his sister, he had seen her up close. But after she turned seventeen or eighteen, she started wearing underwear whenever they bathed together. Only if he begged persistently would she blushingly allow him to unhook her bra and slip off her panties—but he could only look, never touch.

In the past two years, even playing with her breasts had become rare. Unlike their mother, his sister was a pure, virginal girl who couldn’t fully let go. Despite her doting affection for her brother and the years of habit that had fostered a special bond beyond typical siblinghood, she still consciously restricted how far he could touch her body.

Now, filled with a sense of crisis, Su Chen’s gaze lingered on the pink flesh between his sister’s legs. A faint stirring arose within him, and the suppressed desire to make her his woman surged.

He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or seeing her possessed by another man. This love letter had struck his heart like a thunderbolt.

"What’s wrong, Chen?" Ye Qing asked, her expression complex as she watched her brother’s dazed state, gently biting her lip.

Su Chen gradually regained his senses, lowering his gaze to meet his sister’s face. The memory of the love letter and her desperate attempt to snatch it away sent a sharp pang through his heart. Forcing a faint smile, he probed with a teasing tone, "Sister, who wrote you that love letter? What is this, a throwback to the past?"

Ye Qing fell silent, her expression wavering between hesitation and inner conflict. As the daughter of Luo Xue, she shared her mother’s intellect, though she lacked her domineering presence and political acumen. Still, Ye Qing possessed seventy to eighty percent of her mother’s brilliance.

Inheriting her mother’s keen mind and gentle heart, Ye Qing doted on her brother, even indulging in behaviors inappropriate for siblings. She often turned a blind eye to his actions, pretending ignorance, yet she was acutely aware of his special feelings for her—a possessiveness so intense he seemed to want to bind her to his side forever.

Ye Qing often felt uneasy about her brother’s somewhat distorted affection for her. Yet, years of habit made her unable—and unwilling—to distance herself from him. So, she often pretended to be oblivious.

Sometimes, she would waver, wondering if she should redirect his emotional attachment. She wanted to maintain their special closeness without rejecting him, but she feared their intimacy might become something unnatural.

Looking at the letter in her hand, she remembered how she had hastily stuffed it into her bag upon returning home and then forgotten about it. She never imagined Su Chen would find it and, with his keen sensitivity, immediately recognize his sister’s special feelings for him. Ye Qing hesitated: should she use this letter to dissuade him from his inappropriate feelings? But she was afraid of truly hurting him. She was torn, struggling with the decision.

Her bright eyes silently watched her brother. She hadn’t decided what to do yet, but to Su Chen, her silence felt like tacit approval of something he couldn’t bear. Yet, in front of his sister, he dared not show his pain.

He forced a casual smile, radiant as if a sensible younger brother were genuinely happy for his sister’s new romance. "Congratulations, Sister!" he said. "The guy who wrote you this letter must be really impressive. I’d love to meet him sometime. It’s getting late, I’m going to bed. You should get some rest too!"

Seeing her brother’s radiant smile, Ye Qing felt a pain in her heart so intense she could barely breathe. She understood her brother even better than she understood herself, so in that moment, she no longer needed to struggle with her choice—there was no choice left to make.

If her brother had thrown a tantrum or acted out, she could have easily soothed him, and everything would have been fine. But instead, he was smiling—a smile so unnatural it made Ye Qing dizzy—and even congratulating her. She could only imagine what he was truly feeling inside.

"Brother, you don’t like this, do you?" Ye Qing asked softly as Su Chen rose to leave.

Su Chen froze for a moment, but maintained his composure. "No, it’s just a little strange seeing you get a love letter out of the blue. It’s nothing. I’ll go upstairs and sleep it off."

Heaven knows how much Su Chen wanted to devour the boy who wrote that letter to his sister alive!

Ye Qing’s eyes remained calm as she silently watched her brother’s forced performance. A mix of emotions swirled within her, but she knew she could never disappoint her brother. She held up the letter, waved it in front of him, then calmly tore it in half—and then into shreds—before tossing the pieces into the trash can.

Su Chen, his heart aching so fiercely he could barely breathe. But when he saw his sister calmly tear up the love letter that meant so much to her, his emotions froze. His chest felt like it was about to burst, yet with each tear, a surge of overwhelming joy flooded his being.

"Sister, you... you’re..." Su Chen stammered, desperately trying to control his elation. But his body trembled, his voice choked with emotion, and his handsome face flushed crimson with joy, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably. He had to cover his face with his hands, rubbing them vigorously.

Tearing up the letter brought Ye Qing a sudden sense of relief. With no choice left, she no longer needed to agonize over it. She could simply remain unmarried for her brother’s sake. Besides, her brilliant mother had always believed no man was worthy of her.

While her Mom had been forced into a political marriage, surely she wouldn’t force her own daughter into the same fate.

Now completely at ease, Ye Qing resolved to remain chaste for her brother. She couldn’t bear to hurt this clingy, precious sibling.