Chapter 4: Is It Lin Yu, or Our Sister?

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What was even more terrifying was that the notebook’s contents didn’t match his memories at all. Yet clearly, the notes were written by his own hand. Fu Jiahui felt a deep sense of dread. Had he deliberately forgotten something? Fu Suiyu crossed her arms, looking like a proud little demon as she watched Fu Jiahui still staring blankly at the notebook. She patted his shoulder. “Big brother, take your time and really reflect on what foolish things you might have done during this period.” Usually sharp-tongued, Fu Jiahui was utterly speechless at that moment. After Fu Suiyu left, all his pretense shattered. His fingers trembled as he flipped through the pages again, his entire being engulfed by overwhelming panic. It felt as if his life had been tampered with—his reality altered, his memories rewritten. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, recalling the strange words of his peculiar younger sister. Just as he was about to call and order an investigation, his eldest brother Fu Jiajin’s phone call came through. Only a few simple words: “Come to the company and see me!” Fu Jiahui glared at his buzzing phone, mentally scolding Fu Jiajin thoroughly. Just a few years older, yet so domineering. But then again, he was the eldest brother—the pillar in both wisdom and strength. He couldn’t outsmart him, nor could he fight him. Going downstairs, he saw Fu Suiyu lounging leisurely on the sofa, watching a drama and snacking. Furrowing his brow, Fu Jiahui said, “No snacks allowed at home. Sit properly, stand properly. Do you want to be punished by family law?” Holding a chip in her hand, Fu Suiyu only became more brazen after hearing this, eating several more chips and deliberately slowing her chewing. The loud crunching noises from her mouth ignited an inexplicable fury in Fu Jiahui. Just as he turned to leave, a coquettish voice sounded from behind him. “Brother Jiahui, where are you going?” Fu Jiahui glanced at Lin Yu, and the warmth he had shown moments ago vanished completely. Fu Suiyu sensed it too, sitting up and giving Lin Yu a sidelong glance. — If it weren’t for your body, I’d have dealt with you long ago. — Sister, I apologize for hurting your body that day.

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Though she thought this in her heart, her expression betrayed nothing. Fu Suiyu moved closer to Fu Jiahui, looping her arm around his and pointing at Lin Yu not far away, her voice sharp and fierce. “Fu Jiahui, open your eyes wide, look at her, and tell me—who is she?” Fu Jiahui shuddered but immediately pried Fu Suiyu’s small fingers off his arm and resolutely pushed her away, glaring at her with anger. “I don’t know how you, an impostor, managed to pass the DNA test, but I’m telling you, Lin Yu is the true eldest daughter of this family. You will be exposed sooner or later, and that day will be your end.” With those words, Fu Jiahui grabbed Lin Yu and walked away. In an instant, as Fu Suiyu watched their retreating figures, Lin Yu looked back with a scrutinizing gaze and a mocking smile curling her lips. Fu Suiyu smiled too, but her clenched fists by her side betrayed her fury. At an unknown moment, Butler Wang appeared respectfully, carrying a bowl of sweet fermented rice with little glutinous rice balls. “Miss, here’s your favorite, I’ve added a few ice cubes to cool it down.” Fu Suiyu held the bowl, glanced at the colorful rice balls inside, then looked at Butler Wang. “Uncle Wang, do you believe me?” “From the moment you appeared before me, I knew you were our Miss Suiyu, the child born on Madam and Sir’s wedding anniversary, their only daughter.” Butler Wang’s words made Fu Suiyu’s lips twitch. The next second, tears fell. She hurriedly finished the bowl and handed it back to him. “Thank you, Uncle Wang. I have something to do. I’m leaving now.” — The Fu family villa was divided into separate areas. Fu Suiyu pondered over what Fu Jiahui had told her, then stormed into his secret base. She found the notebook filled with secret love notes and snapped pictures of it. Relying on her memory, Fu Suiyu sent a friend request. Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Fu Corporation building, Fu Jiahui’s phone dinged. Seeing the little red notification on the contact list, he opened it. [Fu Jiahui, this is your sister Fu Suiyu. Please accept my friend request immediately.] Fu Jiahui hesitated for a moment, then accepted. His eyes were unusually clear. Fu Jiajin tapped his knuckles on the desk. “What are you thinking about?”

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“Is it Lin Yu, or our sister?” Fu Jiahui suddenly looked up at Fu Jiajin; their gazes met in the air. For a long time. Fu Jiahui choked up slightly and called out, “Brother?” Fu Jiajin motioned for silence. The next moment, Lin Yu barged into Fu Jiajin’s office, her voice dripping with sweetness as she called out to both brothers. “Brother~” “When will you kick that strange woman out of our home? Sister Suiyu has long since passed. How could she still be alive? That woman must be a fraud.” Fu Jiahui smiled at Lin Yu. “Then what about the DNA test report?” Lin Yu grabbed Fu Jiahui’s arm, but a flash of disgust flickered in his deep eyes—unnoticed by her. “Second brother, the DNA must be fake. She’s probably some enemy of our family trying to get revenge.” Lin Yu glanced at Fu Jiajin and Fu Jiahui. “Big brother, second brother, what’s wrong with you? How can you not believe A Yu?” Her voice took on a faintly tearful tone. Fu Jiahui glanced at Fu Jiajin and patted Lin Yu on the back. “How could that be? We believe you. From the moment you came to the Fu family, you’ve been our true sister.” Fu Jiajin continued, echoing his brother’s words, “Exactly. Besides, ever since Suiyu left, we’ve loved you even more. As for that woman, be patient—your brothers will deal with her.” Lin Yu thought of old Uncle Wang, who was impossible to poison no matter how much the system drugged him—she suspected he was a fixed NPC in this world. That was why no poison could kill him. “What about Uncle Wang? He’s old, and that day he was bewitched by that girl. I’m worried…” “Lin Yu, don’t worry. Please indulge Uncle Wang a little—he’s old and mistook someone. Just ignore him.” “Hmm.” After speaking, the two brothers noticed Lin Yu still sitting there with no intention of leaving. Just as they were about to think of an excuse, Lin Yu’s phone rang—just close enough for Fu Jiahui and Fu Jiajin to recognize the caller as Shen Changhui. To keep up appearances, the temperature around the two brothers suddenly dropped sharply, fitting their personas perfectly.