Chapter 2: Can I, or can't I, be with my brother's sister?

Good, good, I also have a gentle sister.

Jiang Cheng thought of his online girlfriend.

Oh right, since you're going out by car, it's convenient to give me a ride; it's not far.

Su Manyao finished speaking, then headed straight to the parking lot opposite the school gate, the chain of her handbag hooked in her hand swaying lightly—needless to say, she was utterly unrestrained, carefree, and nonchalant.

Hurry up and go!

Su Peng saw Jiang Cheng still dazed holding the keys, gave him a shove, and urged: "Come on, what are you standing there for?"

Okay.

Jiang Cheng watched the back view that countless Modu Daxue students considered their dream lover, and followed.

"Wait a moment," Su Peng ran over and called out to Jiang Cheng, worrying, "Hey hey, Xiao Jiangzi, you must listen clearly: I mean get in the car, not get on my sister; don't have any wrong thoughts—we're brothers!"

Jiang Cheng glanced at that graceful figure ahead—come on, can I just decide for myself?

Alright, rest assured!

Jiang Cheng shook off his hand and jogged to keep up with Su Manyao's pace.

Su Peng watched Jiang Cheng and his sister Su Manyao's backs, feeling a bit uneasy.

But upon serious thought,

I really deserve to die!

Jiang Cheng is my brother—how could I doubt my brother?

……

In the parking lot, a dreamy volcanic gray Panamera, with sleek lines, indeed matched Su Manyao perfectly.

But today the driver is Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng is a tall 1.85‑meter figure, not too bulky but handsome; from elementary school to university, he never lacked girls hitting on him, yet he always focused solely on extracurricular reading, so even now he's still a novice.

Handsome guy, nice car, beautiful woman—instantly drew envious glances.

Isn't that Professor Su? How did he get in a guy's car—what's their relationship?

I know that car belongs to Professor Su, but I've never seen a guy drive it before—who is this guy?

Good heavens, Su Manyao couldn't be dating, could she?

Come on, you guys, there's no way it's that gossipy—maybe they're just friends.

Only Professor Su can be described as beautiful; every time I see her, I feel the fresh awe of a first encounter.

……

After Jiang Cheng got in the car, he immediately caught a faint fragrance unique to women.

He glanced as she opened the door and got in, sitting in the passenger seat, directly slumping lazily onto the seat, a pair of long legs in high heels wrapped by a long dress, pressed together—Su Manyao.

He started the car, adjusted the air conditioning, fastened the seatbelt, and kept his gaze straight ahead.

But in his peripheral vision he could still see the outline of those long legs wrapped in the dress, longer than his life, and a flash of dazzling cold white at the slit.

This woman is poisonous, naturally eye‑catching! "When you meet your girlfriend, do you always go empty‑handed?"

Su Manyao suddenly spoke lazily, the Yujie voice sounding even better in the car's enclosed space.

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng blinked, then turned his head to look at Su Manyao.

He really had forgotten that—mainly because he had never dated a girl before.

Su Manyao rolled her beautiful eyes, a hint of unusual annoyance: "I really don't know how you, little brother, found a girlfriend—hand over your phone, let sister teach you."

Open Meituan.

Jiang Cheng truly doesn't know this; when he flirted with the gentle sister, he just bluffed relying on his novel‑writing skills.

He took out his phone, opened Meituan, was about to ask what to do next, when he felt a wave of heat press against him.

This icy‑beautiful woman clearly gives off a cold aura, yet she's like a ball of fire that can ignite a person.

Jiang Cheng felt the half of his body touching Su Manyao; the hairs on his arm stood up, and he could even sense her breathing.

When had he ever encountered such a scene? Jiang Cheng's heart involuntarily rose.

Su Manyao said: "Search for flowers above, pick a shop on that pedestrian street, order a bouquet—since I'm heading there, you can drop me off and then pick it up."

"If you don't bring flowers on a date, can a girl be happy?" A gentle breath laced with fragrance brushed Jiang Cheng's face.

Jiang Cheng felt his ears getting hot, but he still did as told.

Su Manyao looked closely at Jiang Cheng's ear and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

Next, she directly took the phone from Jiang Cheng's hand: "Let me pick for you."

"Roses are too tacky; from now on don't casually give girls red roses—they'll just end up in a ditch."

"That kind of sunflower and such—don't even touch the messy assortment; never mind the flower language, dare to give this and you're just asking to be dumped."

Jiang Cheng gazed at Su Manyao's profile, listening to her chatter, thinking this woman might be naturally aloof, not deliberately putting on an icy front—otherwise she wouldn't have that cold expression, her crimson little mouth like it's on fast‑forward.

But this also shows she's picky, overbearing, not suited as a romantic partner—pah pah, what am I thinking? She's several years older than me, always thinking about finding a partner—this is my brother's sister, and also a school teacher, not allowed!

All right.

Su Manyao finished, handed the phone back, seeing Jiang Cheng staring blankly at her, she smiled faintly: "Looks good?"

Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze, politely saying: "Looks good."

"What are you looking at?" Su Manyao oddly scrutinized Jiang Cheng: "I asked if the flowers look good—you said they do without even looking; little brother, what are you looking at?"

Enchantress!

Jiang Cheng said nothing, took the phone.

Seeing a small bouquet of pink‑white gradient roses, surrounded by white baby's breath, delicate yet fresh.

Indeed not bad.

Although I'm also capable of sweet‑talking the gentle sister online, I was actually routed by a few words—this enchantress's tactics are deep.

Be careful! "It's not expensive, over a hundred dollars, if you reserve it now you can pick it up later, I guarantee your girlfriend will like it."

"Okay, thanks, Manyao sister." Jiang Cheng thanked.

Everything is ready, just about to set off.

Su Manyao, who had sat back upright in her seat, suddenly said, "Little brother, what are you doing? Just leaving like that?"

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng turned his head, his eyes clearer than a college student's, "What else needs to be done?"

"You're going to drive without taking any safety measures?" Su Manyao showed an ambiguous smile at the corner of her mouth, "Before starting, you should proactively fasten the seatbelt for the girl, uh~ you practice now, help sister fasten it."

What the hell am I? I'm still wearing a seatbelt?

I, Jiang Cheng, have studied the Four Books, Five Classics, and Six Arts since childhood! Can I really be such a sycophant?

"I'm a love expert, not a sycophant!" Jiang Cheng shouted in his heart, but only said one word out loud.

"Oh." Who let the car be someone else's? Driving someone else's car, you just can't get hard.

Jiang Cheng yielded, went to fasten Su Manyao's seat belt.

But the seat belt was on the other side of Su Manyao's body.

Jiang Cheng hesitated a moment, unfastened his own seat belt, then slightly stood up and reached over to grab the seat belt.

This posture brought him and Su Manyao to their closest distance, and this time he truly heard Su Manyao's breathing.

The fragrance in his nostrils became even richer.

He couldn't help but lower his head to glance, and upon doing so, their eyes met.

He discovered that the distance between his own nose tip and Su Manyao's nose tip was only about a fist's width.

Any closer and they'd have to kiss.

At the same time, in his peripheral vision he also saw a deep chasm.

Which handsome guy could withstand this posture? Jiang Cheng had never fastened a seatbelt for anyone before, so he didn't know it would be like this.

Moreover, this is his brother's sister!

And so his heart became in turmoil.

His supporting hand trembled and slipped.

His tilted body lost support and he fell forward!

(End of chapter)