Yang Feilong looked at Yang Qingqing, feeling that he didn't understand his sister enough. If he did, he wouldn't feel like she was a stranger at this moment.
Yang Qingqing's behavior at this time completely overturned Yang Feilong's perception.
A lively, obedient, and occasionally mischievous girl suddenly went dark? Yang Feilong knew this wasn't "going dark," but rather that Yang Qingqing couldn't suppress her inner emotions.
Yang Feilong shook his head and sighed, a look of disappointment on his face, then turned around.
Seeing her brother's expression, as if he were about to leave her, Yang Qingqing suddenly came to her senses. She stepped forward, hugged Yang Feilong, and her voice trembled, "Brother, you don't want me anymore?"
"It's not that I don't want you, it's just that the you now is completely different from the sister I know," Yang Feilong said, his voice filled with disappointment.
"I, I want Brother to be my boyfriend, is that also wrong?" Yang Qingqing's voice was full of grievance.
In the past, she always thought her brother wouldn't leave her, because they were only a year apart in age. She had planned to confess to her brother when they went to college. She had even thought of asking her brother to agree to a few days of travel, and then she would choose a good day to express her love for her brother, no longer being his sister.
But now, it was all shattered.
When she first learned that her brother had a girlfriend, and even several girlfriends, her heart was filled with darkness. But after hours of thought, she changed her mind. Even if her brother had girlfriends, couldn't they just break up?
So, she did it.
But she never expected that her brother would disregard her threats and instead try to distance himself from her. This made Yang Qingqing anxious.
"It's me who is not good enough for you," Yang Feilong sighed.
"Brother is good enough, as long as Brother and..." Yang Qingqing started to say.
But Yang Feilong interrupted her before she could finish: "Although I might be a bit of a scumbag in relationships, since they are willing to be my girlfriends and don't mind my other girlfriends, I cannot abandon any of them."
"Brother, I..." Yang Qingqing's face was filled with dejection upon hearing this, but she still said, unwilling to give up, "They might be with you for your money or something. They don't have much emotional connection with you. Accepting you now doesn't mean they will accept you in the future."
"If they want to leave, I won't stop them. I will fulfill their wishes," Yang Feilong said earnestly.
Yang Qingqing: "..."
Hearing her brother say this, Yang Qingqing felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Sister, I am destined to be affectionate in relationships. As my sister, I don't want you to get involved," Yang Feilong said helplessly.
"Wuwu," Yang Qingqing felt miserable and wanted to cry at this moment.
Seeing his sister crying like a wilting pear blossom, Yang Feilong felt very vexed. If he hadn't used his true qi to create a barrier in this area, people in the room would have heard.
Yang Feilong turned around, gently patted Yang Qingqing's shoulder, and her tears wet his clothes.
"Brother, do I have no chance at all?" Yang Qingqing looked up at Yang Feilong, her face tear-streaked and appearing incredibly delicate and pitiable.
Yang Feilong gently wiped the tears from Yang Qingqing's cheeks with his fingers and said softly, "Sister, there are many good men in the world, and many who are more outstanding than me. I will definitely help you find an excellent one!"
"But I only want Brother," Yang Qingqing said, her eyes red, looking at Yang Feilong with stubbornness and deep affection.
"..."
Yang Feilong felt a headache coming on. Facing Yang Qingqing, he didn't dare to speak harshly, fearing she might do something drastic.
But Yang Qingqing clung to him like this, and Yang Feilong found it troublesome.
"Think about it this way: I have so many girlfriends, but you are my only sister. You are unique! Because each of them will want to spoil you," Yang Feilong chuckled lightly. "And they will all be good to you."
Yang Qingqing opened her mouth to say, "I don't need them to spoil me, I only want you, Brother," but what was the point of saying it? She had already said more extreme things, but her brother was still unwilling to give up those women.
At this moment, Yang Qingqing felt exhausted.
Then, Yang Qingqing fell asleep.
Perhaps it was due to staying up too late or being overcome with sadness, she fell asleep in Yang Feilong's arms.
Looking at the sleeping Yang Qingqing, her quiet, beautiful, and delicate face still bearing tear stains, it was heartbreaking to behold.
Yang Feilong sighed inwardly.
He then carried Yang Qingqing into the house. Earlier, Luo Feng had arranged accommodation for Yang Feilong. Yang Feilong carried Yang Qingqing into a room and placed her on the bed. He tried to get up, but found that Yang Qingqing was hugging him and unwilling to let go.
"Brother, don't leave me," Yang Qingqing's trembling voice sounded. She didn't open her eyes but looked pitiful.
Looking at Yang Qingqing's current state, Yang Feilong sighed, covered her with a quilt, and then lay down fully clothed, deciding to stay with her for a while longer until she fell into a deep sleep before leaving.
About half an hour later, seeing that Yang Qingqing was completely asleep and her grip on him had loosened, Yang Feilong got off the bed and walked out of the room.
In the living room, Yang Feilong met Luo Wenwen and Huo Juan.
He inquired and learned that the old lady had gone to rest because it was too late. Luo Feng was currently in the bedroom taking care of Huo Juan.
Luo Wenwen and Huo Juan were both awake and chatting.
"Brother Feilong. Is Qingqing asleep?" Luo Wenwen asked as Yang Feilong came out of the room Yang Qingqing was staying in.
"En, she's asleep." Yang Feilong nodded. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't sleep," Luo Wenwen said with a wry smile.
For her, too much had happened today. How could she sleep?
"What's wrong?" Yang Feilong asked, then noticed a hint of melancholy on Luo Wenwen's face. He cleared his throat. "Today was a happy day, let's not talk about things that make us unhappy."
"You two chat, I'm going to sleep," Huo Juan said with a smile and got up. She felt a bit redundant staying there.
"Okay, Auntie."
"En."
After Huo Juan left, only Yang Feilong and Luo Wenwen remained in the living room.
Seeing Luo Wenwen's wistful gaze, Yang Feilong regretted coming out earlier. After all, his sister was asleep and he didn't have to deal with anything. But looking at Luo Wenwen, it seemed like another scene awaited him, which gave Yang Feilong a headache.
"Just now, my mother told me about what happened back then," Luo Wenwen's opening words made Yang Feilong relax.
"What happened back then?" Yang Feilong was curious. He had been comforting Yang Qingqing all this time and hadn't eavesdropped on their conversation, so he naturally didn't know the details about Luo Wenwen becoming an orphan.