Part 1My Adopted Brother is a Billionaire's Son

The brother I picked up turned out to be a real-life young master from a wealthy family.

After returning to his billionaire family and becoming the despised outcast, he wanted to commit suicide out of despair.

I grinned:

"Bro, hurry up and die."

"I have my eye on this punk. Only if you die can I hold your funeral photo and morally blackmail him into dating me."

"Oh, also, I borrowed 3 million dollars from the village in your name."

"If he doesn't agree, I'll use this money to hire someone to lock him up and force him to love me."

"Best if I get pregnant with his kid and bind him to me for life."

Pfft—

He sprayed out 20 sleeping pills.

Then he got up and rinsed his mouth eight hundred times.

* * *

When I was four, I wanted a brother.

The girl next door, Jenny, had a brother who wove grasshoppers for her and carried her across the river.

I was green with envy.

So I asked my mom if she could give me a brother.

My mom, who had been playing "golf" (farming) in the fields all day, laughed angrily.

"I can't birth one. Go find someone who can."

I was obedient from a young age.

So I kowtowed to Big Yellow, the dog who could birth 10 puppies in a litter:

"Big Yellow, I accept you as my mom. Can you give me a brother? Please."

Early the next morning, I was woken by Big Yellow's unusual low barking.

In the faint morning light, Big Yellow was gently nudging a shadow curled up by the haystack with his nose.

It was a little boy.

His clothes were torn, his face too dirty to see clearly, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He hugged his arms, shivering slightly.

I cheered:

"Good job, Big Yellow! You really gave me a brother!"

I am very loyal.

I turned and shouted to my mom who came out hearing the noise:

"Auntie! I have a brother!"

Then I rushed to hug Big Yellow's neck and called him Mom.

"Lily! Evans!"

My mom roared, holding a spatula.

I didn't know why she was angry, but her beating was very graceful.