One Hundred Ways to Drive My Brother Crazy - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Hiss-”

How was this man’s thigh nothing but hard muscle, too?!

Jiang Yu’s body trembled. The hand gripping his fountain pen dragged a long line across the paper.

Jiang Lubai broke off mid-sentence and looked up in confusion.

“Big Brother, what’s wrong?”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I simply reached out and yanked Jiang Yu’s shirt free of his waistband.

Then I took the opportunity to shamelessly run my hands over his incredibly nice abs.

After that, I started clinking and clattering as I unbuckled his belt.

Fine. You want to send me on blind dates, do you?

I’d like to see how you explain it when people catch the CEO of Jiang Corporation looking disheveled with his younger sister.

The sound of metal striking metal rang out in the silent room.

The executives all fell quiet at once, staring at Jiang Yu in shock and suspicion.

Jiang Lubai looked even more confused. “Big Brother, what’s that noise?”

Jiang Yu closed his eyes for a moment. One hand caught both of my wrists.

With his other hand, he gestured to the others.

“Leave us.”

“Yes, sir.”

The executives filed out one after another.

The heavy office door closed again, leaving only Jiang Yu and me inside.

He took a deep breath and pushed his chair back, revealing me.

Jiang Yu’s shirt had already been unbuttoned by me.

The hem hung loose around his lean, powerful waist. His eight-pack was perfectly defined, the lines of his muscles smooth-except for an old scar stretching across them.

Almost without thinking, I reached out and gently traced that scar with my fingertips.

The damp downpour and the violent thunder of that night seemed to echo beside my ears all over again.

The first prayer bead on Jiang Yu’s wrist had been lost because of it.

I was kidnapped when I was sixteen.

Jiang Yu put himself in danger alone and confronted the kidnappers.

At that time, he had already begun practicing the Vow of Silence. Because he had not spoken for so long, his voice was hoarse and stiff.

Every syllable was like a rough string being plucked-low and heavy, yet clearer than the deafening thunderstorm.

He said,

“Let her go. I’ll go with you.”

In the end, Jiang Yu successfully turned the tables on the kidnappers.

But that scar was left on his lower abdomen, and it had nearly taken his life.

My heart trembled faintly. My nails were painted a soft pink, and my fingertips brushed him lightly.

Jiang Yu’s skin was on the darker side, a wheat-toned complexion. Against it, that scar looked ugly and vicious, its edges raised, like a python.

His tough, solid waist and abdomen shuddered. He caught my wrist.

I puffed out my cheeks.

“Stingy. You won’t even let me touch you once.”

I was wearing a blouse and a skirt today, so I simply tugged my own blouse free too, exposing my little belly.

“I won’t touch you for free. I’ll let you touch me back.”

Jiang Yu’s brows shifted slightly, and he stopped me.

“What did you tattoo on your waist?”

I suddenly remembered, and in a fluster, I tried to pull my clothes back down.

But how could my strength compare to Jiang Yu’s?

The muscles in his arm flexed as he scooped me up directly.

He set me on the office desk, facing him, and lifted my blouse.

On the side of my snow-white waist was a beautiful line of cursive script.

It was the signature Jiang Yu signed on every legal document and company contract.

It was like a mark stamped onto a sheet of delicate, snowy-white paper, one that belonged to him and him alone.

Jiang Yu’s breathing abruptly grew heavy.

“Why?”

I sat on the desk, my calves hanging between his thighs.

When I lowered my head, I could see his eyes.

I curved my eyes into a smile and said,

“Because I like you.”

Sunlight poured like a waterfall into the spacious, bright office.

It fell into his eyes, like a lake shimmering with ripples.

I cupped his face and looked into his eyes.

“You have no idea how much I like you.”

At the tip of my nose was his faint, pleasant scent of sandalwood. Our breaths mingled.

As if possessed, I lowered my head and slowly, slowly leaned closer to his lips.

Only a hair’s breadth away.

The office door was suddenly pushed open.

Jiang Lubai poked his head in.

“Oh, right, Bro, I was thinking, isn’t three blind date candidates for our little sister a bit too few?

“Should I make up a list and add a few more people…”

Jiang Lubai: “???”

He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as brass bells.

His gaze moved to Jiang Yu, then to me, and finally back to Jiang Yu.

“Ha. Sorry to interrupt. You two were, uh, kissing, huh.”

He swallowed and said cautiously,

“Big Brother, for our sister’s blind date list, should I sign you up too?”