I am my brother’s lover.

Before reaching this appalling conclusion, Chen Jiaojiao believed he was a true winner in life. He possessed a high level of education, an elite career, and financial independence. He also had a handsome, wealthy boyfriend named Meng Jin who spoiled him beyond measure.

Five years ago, Jiaojiao fell into the sea and struck a reef. It was Meng Jin who risked his life to save him. When Jiaojiao woke up with total amnesia, Meng Jin constructed an entirely new world for him:

“Your name is Chen Jiaojiao.”

“We have known each other since we were children.”

“You pursued me for many years.”

“We are deeply in love with one another.”

The man’s expression was tender, his logic was flawless, and his affection seemed sincere; therefore, Jiaojiao believed him.

For the next five years, he lived within the honeyed world Meng Jin had created for him. This lasted until someone pointed a finger at his face on the street and cursed him, saying, “You are nothing but a body double! Meng Jin only keeps you around because of that face!”

Chen Jiaojiao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Details he had previously ignored suddenly became evidence: he had never met any friends or family, Meng Jin disappeared periodically, and all travel plans back to their home country were strictly forbidden.

Six days after confirming he was indeed a “stand-in,” Chen Jiaojiao took off the ring Meng Jin had given him. With a voice as cold as frost, he officially proposed a breakup.

“Meng Jin, let us break up,” he said.

“Jiaojiao, do not cause a scene,” Meng Jin replied.

Meng Jin attempted to soothe him with his usual tone, the one he used for coaxing a child. However, behind his back, his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. He was a man accustomed to controlling everything, yet at this moment, he tasted the panic of losing control for the second time in his life.

Chen Jiaojiao looked up into his eyes and demanded, “Does your ‘White Moonlight’ look like me?”

He failed to notice the slight sigh of relief or the flash of a smirk in Meng Jin’s eyes.

“What brand of body wash does he like? What color pajamas does he wear?” Chen Jiaojiao pressed closer, his voice trembling with reckless anger. “Does he shudder in your arms like this?”

During the ensuing argument, Chen Jiaojiao accidentally fell down the stairs.

When he woke up again, his memories returned like a tidal wave. He remembered everything. His real name was Chen Xueyan, the “fake young master” who had usurped another person’s place in the Meng family. More importantly, he remembered why he had desperately boarded that cruise ship to flee all those years ago.

Looking at the anxious Meng Jin by his bedside, he found the situation laughably absurd. The elder brother he had most admired and respected not only harbored immoral desires for him, but he had also woven a massive web of lies after the accident to turn Jiaojiao into a clandestine lover.

Recalling how he had been deceived by his brother for five years, Chen Jiaojiao’s voice turned icy. “Mr. Meng, this act should come to an end.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Jin let out a low laugh. He slowly loosened his tie and, without allowing any room for refusal, confined Jiaojiao in his arms. He pinched Jiaojiao’s chin, tilting it upward to meticulously study his face.

“End?” Meng Jin leaned down, his eyes dark.

His raspy voice, wrapped in hot breath, whispered in Jiaojiao’s ear, “Jiaojiao, the play can end, but what comes next is me possessing you openly and legally.”

One-sentence Summary: This story follows a powerful, high-ranking older brother and his cold, beautiful younger brother.

Theme: Loving someone is like cultivating a flower.

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