Chapters 2

Chapters 2

My husband was truly moved.

He threw me a grand wedding and generously gave me a bride price of 990,000 yuan.

I kept it all for myself.

It was basically impossible for my parents to get their hands on my money.

During my sophomore year, I met an incredibly handsome junior student.

We got together, and I ended up pregnant.

It just so happened that my husband was being sent abroad for a year. Since I wasn’t showing yet, I went back to my hometown while he was away and gave birth to my son, whom I claimed was my “younger brother.”

With a bit of money, he was registered under my parents’ household account.

My parents were useless; they had only managed to have two daughters-my sister and me.

They had never been able to hold their heads up in the village.

Now that they had a “son,” they were over the moon with joy.

I shared the “good news” with my husband as well.

He offered his congratulations and even gave a gift for the first meeting.

From then on, I became a “brother-obsessed slave.”

I bought a small, run-down apartment near the university and registered it under my younger brother’s name.

By the time my husband found out, I had already finished the payment.

He gave me a card with 2 million yuan in it.

I added a bit of my own money and used the whole amount to buy another house for my brother.

My husband questioned me in a rage, “He’s your brother, but is it really necessary to spend that much money on your natal family?”

I was furious too. “My brother is my support system! He’s the reason I have leverage with my family! If you bully me in the future, it’ll be my brother who stands up for me! Besides, we don’t have a son, so what’s wrong with me being good to my brother?!”

“If we treat him well, he’ll be closer to us than he is to my parents!”

“My parents are so old; how do you expect them to raise a son? It’s my responsibility as his older sister!”

“I’ve already gone DINK for you, what more do you want? I’m only being good to my brother because I think he’s cute and I want to feel a sense of family!”

Claiming we didn’t have a son must have stung, because in the end, my husband stopped arguing.

My parents moved into the area near my university with my younger brother.

I would go to class as usual and then head back to spend time with him.

Later, when my husband returned from his business trip, my parents and my brother moved into his house.

It was a villa, so there was plenty of room. The only downside was that it took over twenty minutes to drive home from class, which was a bit far.

The upside was that as they spent more time together, my husband’s affection for my brother grew. He didn’t say a word when I spent small amounts of money on him; in fact, he started buying many gifts for my brother himself.

As for that handsome junior… his family was quite wealthy and powerful. Having schemed against him once, I didn’t dare have any further dealings with him, so I cut off all contact.