Chapter 15: Will Sister Die for You to See?

Song Mo returned home.

He ignored Song Wanrou as usual.

He practiced piano until midnight.

"Alright, it's time to sleep. Xia Rou said she already uploaded the video to Kuaishou."

Song Mo calculated in his mind: it should take a few days before he sees results.

Whether the internet takes off sometimes comes down to one night—it's all about luck.

Of course, there's also ability.

What kind of ability? "Cash" ability.

Song Wanqing, who had been sneaking downstairs like a thief to watch Song Mo play piano, was puzzled.

"Did my brother go on a date with a girl today? Xia Rou's name has appeared many times in his inner thoughts—is she the girl he likes?"

Song Wanrou felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

My brother's grown up… Even if he doesn't like a girl now, he'll fall in love someday.

I wonder which girl will be so lucky.

Thinking of this, Song Wanrou truly felt her composure cracking.

Song Mo really treats her like air—he doesn't even bother cursing her in his thoughts; her name hasn't appeared once in his inner voice all day…

If this continues, will they really become strangers?

Song Wanrou decided she couldn't let things stay passive any longer! She had to take initiative—even if he hated her, it was better than being forgotten by him.

After hesitating, Song Wanrou bit her lip and crept toward the room upstairs.

After showering, Song Mo felt a sense of relief.

At the start of his rebirth, his temper was too fierce; even resting never helped. Now it's much more comfortable—mainly because he no longer feels the initial anxiety; he has inner confidence.

Song Mo had just lain down on the bed.

Then he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me." Song Wanrou's nervous voice sounded.

Song Mo frowned and said coldly, "I'm going to sleep."

There was silence outside the room for a while.

Click—the lock opened.

—Song Mo never locked his door.

In the darkness, a timid figure slipped in. Song Wanrou groped in the dark until she reached Song Mo's bedside, her hands tentatively reaching for him.

"What are you feeling up for?!"

Song Mo slapped her hand away.

He turned on the room light.

The room instantly blazed bright as daylight.

Song Mo, filled with anger, snapped: "Song Wanrou, it's the middle of the night and you're not sleeping? Are you insane?"

He glared at her.

But beneath the light, Song Wanrou's eyes shimmered with tears, her face streaked with rainlike sorrow.

"Brother, if I've done something wrong, you can hit me, curse me, punish me any way you want—but please, don't ignore me, okay?"

Song Wanrou sobbed out her plea.

"The way you treat me—I haven't slept well for three days straight!"

"I'm so heartbroken…"

Large tears fell, splashing onto Song Wanrou's wrist.

Song Mo's expression remained icy.

【If a few tears were enough to earn forgiveness, what use would the law be?】

【If I forgave her just because she cried, how could I ever honor my past self?】

【Of all the women in my past life, I hated only two: Leng Wanqiu and Song Wanrou. They were both close to me—but they all abandoned me without exception!】

【They never directly harmed me, but they trampled my heart. You want me to forgive you? Song Wanrou, unless you experience the pain I suffered in my past life, forget it. This woman is so theatrical—I'd actually prefer Chen Xi to get involved with her, just so she stops annoying me every day!】

After hearing Song Mo's inner voice, Song Wanrou was utterly devastated; her tears could not be stopped.

Could she really not win back her brother?

She clung to Song Mo desperately, her voice hoarse and choked: "Please… please…"

"Brother, hit me, curse me—please!"

Song Wanrou seized Song Mo's hand and slapped her own face—so hard that after two slaps, her cheeks were already flushed red.

Song Mo frowned, yanked his hand away, and roared:

"Song Wanrou, how much longer are you going to make a scene?"

"You don't need to pretend to be a good sister. To be honest, you didn't do anything wrong—it's me who finds you disgusting. Now get out!"

Song Wanrou clung to Song Mo tightly.

"No, don't!"

"Brother, give me a chance, okay?"

"Could it be that you misunderstood me? I really didn't do anything…"

Song Wanrou's words struck Song Mo.

In this life, Song Wanrou truly hadn't done anything wrong—she hadn't yet reached the point where she would betray him. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Song Mo's heart wavered for an instant.

But he quickly said coldly: "I told you to let go!"

【You didn't do it! But I experienced it!】

Sensing the momentary hesitation in Song Mo's thoughts, Song Wanrou seized it like a lifeline, surging with boundless strength.

How could she possibly obey Song Mo and truly let go?

She cried as she spoke of Song Mo's childhood.

"Brother, do you remember when we were little?"

"Back then, I had just been adopted by Mom and Dad, feeling both happy and anxious. They told me I had a younger brother, that I was his elder sister, and I had to protect him."

"I've always kept that in my heart… Since childhood, I've always paid attention to you, but you were never bullied, so I never got the chance to protect you—I always felt useless."

"It seemed you never needed my protection. I felt ashamed, always thinking I was just a fraud, always feeling guilty when facing you…"

Song Mo's face remained expressionless, utterly unmoved.

Song Wanrou's tears fell onto Song Mo's pajamas, "Sister is so heartbroken, she doesn't even know what nonsense she's saying anymore, but…"

"Brother, do you really want me to die for you to feel at peace?"

"Fine, then go ahead and die."

At last, a smile appeared on Song Mo's face. He stared straight into Song Wanrou's eyes, as if trying to pierce through her soul.

"Die for me, and I'll still treat you as my sister."

Song Wanrou's body turned icy cold, her limbs stiff as if frozen, her chest aching with cold.

In an instant, she was terrified.

Who isn't afraid of death?

But seeing the faint mockery and scorn in Song Mo's eyes, she nearly lost her sanity!

Song Wanrou threw herself upon Song Mo in a kiss.

A passionate, fervent kiss—devoid of sexual desire—like bidding farewell to the most precious thing in her life.

Afraid she'd change her mind, she seized the fruit knife from the nightstand in one swift motion and slashed across her wrist.

Song Mo's stunned gaze met her eyes, his brow twisted in frantic panic.

Song Wanrou felt all strength drain from her body, yet she broke into a tearful smile.

"You won't care for your sister…"

"Sister's going to be the villain this time, and I'll punish you properly."

"I'll punish you by making you never see me again."

Her vision grew dim.

Song Mo's roar echoed in her ears.

"Song Wanrou, are you fucking insane?!"

(End of Chapter)