One Hundred Ways to Drive My Brother Crazy

Chapter 0 My older brother was the Beijing Elite’s Ascetic Heir. He practiced the Vow of Silence, refraining from speech and acting with utmost restraint. I, on the other hand, never knew when to shut up. To win him over, I stood in front of the mirror every day and called myself his wife. While he secluded himself at home to chant sutras, I went around spreading nonsense without a second thought. When he went to Germany to discuss business, I said he had gone there to see an orthopedist. When he tried to set me up with a handsome guy, I said this was all part of his play, and that any second now, my overbearing older brother was going to force his love on me. I managed to infuriate someone as aloof as him to the point where he almost started forming mudras in sign language. Later, he got stronger. And more twisted. He tied me to the headboard with his tie. Then, with those long, well-defined fingers, he wrote filthy words across my waist, stroke by stroke. “Read them out loud.” My face burned scarlet. Choking back a sob, I bit down on the pillow and shook my head with tears in my eyes. They were too dirty. I couldn’t say them. But he laughed, his slender fingers stroking over my lower belly. “Such a slim little waist, and yet such a sharp tongue.” “Did you really think you could stomach anything?”