Chapter 2 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

I forced myself to bow my head, staring at the coffee stains on the floor, as if that was the only buoy keeping me from being drowned by this horrifying truth. In my ears, there was only the sound of my heart beating and blood rushing. He picked up the broken pieces gently as if holding a delicate handicraft. Don't rush to stand up, still maintain that slightly bent position. The air in the room was as thick as syrup, mixed with the bitter taste of coffee and hot breath pouring out of me. I clearly felt his eyes looking at me, heavy as if piercing through my skin. "Mieu Mieu." He spoke, the low sound like a cello string being pulled hard, vibrating in the silent space. Those two words burst out of his mouth, carrying familiar intimacy, but also full of authority. I twitched my shoulders, stiffened, and even forgot to tremble. He continued, each word clear, as if imprinted on my skin: "Last night, before sleeping... you sent me that recording, it was a bit soft, I couldn't hear it clearly." He deliberately stopped, as if preparing for execution. Then, he bowed a little lower, his warm, woody-scented breath passing through my ear, giving me goosebumps all over my body. "Can you listen to me again?" Bang——！ My brain completely shut down. Last night… before sleeping… recording… Memories burn like fire! Last night, I covered myself with a blanket and was teased by my "good brother" until my face turned red and my whole body was in turmoil. That deep voice carried electricity, seducing and comforting me. In the end, I almost risked my dignity, held the phone close, panted, and whispered to record a sentence... Recorded what? I vaguely remember... "Brother... more..." The blood rushed to my head and then drained away, leaving behind a cold shock. My face was as hot as a frying pan, and my ears kept twitching. Impossible! Definitely not accepted! Admit it, I'm socially dead, no joke! A strong current of survival (maybe also shame) arose, crushing the feeling of wanting to kneel. I jumped up, almost bumped into him, took two steps back, and pressed my back against the cold door. I tried to raise my head, facing those dark eyes. My heart danced disco in my chest, my voice trembled, but I tried to shout loudly to hide my guilt: "T-recording? Recording what? General Director La, you... you got the wrong person!" The air stiffened for a moment. He looked at me, in those deep eyes, the mocking smile not only did not disappear, but also spread out like a lake surface with rocks thrown, deeper, deeper, as if enjoying a fun joke. He didn't answer, just slowly stood up, moving like a lazy leopard stretching. He put his hand, not quickly or slowly, into the inside pocket of his vest. My eyes were drawn tightly to that hand. Long, slender fingers reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar object. The light passed through the large window, shining on the item in his hand, reflecting a cold, familiar light. It's your phone. My pupils constricted, I couldn't breathe. He gently stroked the edge of the screen, the phone lit up. The unlocking action was so fast that I could barely see a blur. The screen was right in front of me. Time, space, self-esteem, fragile hope... all were crushed in a second. On the screen, was a chat interface I'll never forget. The chat line is pinned at the top. The display name, like a red hot stamp, was printed directly on my retina, burning away all denial. Four words, as clear as a slap in the face: 【Madam】.2 Those four words, like three precisely positioned miniature nuclear bombs, exploded right before my eyes. The shock wave is not physical, but a destructive mental blow. All my illusions, all my disguises, all my efforts to save some face, were blown away in that moment into ash. The air felt like it was being sucked out of me, I couldn't breathe, I just could

Staring dumbfounded at that dazzling screen, it felt like the whole room was spinning and distorted. The mole on the collarbone is iron evidence, and the note pinned at the other end is a death sentence! Not only does he know who I am, but he's always on the other side of the screen! And I, like a true idiot, was infatuated with the "good brother" in the virtual world, then shamelessly fantasized about "Uncle La" in real life - and those two people were clearly the same person! Shame surged like an avalanche, burning my face, my ears ringing, and my legs were unsteady. I bowed my head quickly, wishing I couldn't pull my neck into my chest, hoping that the coffee puddle at my feet would immediately crack a deep hole and swallow me down. "General... General Manager La..." My voice was as small as a mosquito, trembling, full of choking and desperate cries, "I... I... am not..." "Not what?"