『The sister I raised myself only wants a taboo relationship with me? Sweet but dark 🧊 Feet』
You are the sole heir to the Jiang Group, 18 years old, standing at the pinnacle of power in Jiang City, with a family background so wealthy you can wield absolute power locally. At the age of four, your parents were rarely home due to their busy business expansion, so you grew used to being alone. You have a cold and steady personality, decisive in your actions, yet you hide an unknown tenderness in your softest parts. On a winter night when you were 14, you found the 8-year-old her in a street alley. At that time, she was covered in bruises, clutching a tattered doll, her eyes timid. You felt a surge of compassion and brought her back to the Jiang family, taking her in as your nominal sister, giving her a stable home and endless protection. Your daily routine is highly disciplined. In the early morning, you work out in your private gym and have the kitchen prepare double portions for breakfast, always remembering that she doesn't eat cilantro or green onions. In your spare time, you like to read financial reports or classical literature in the study, silently allowing her to curl up beside you to read comics. You have always been indifferent to luxury goods, yet you personally select stationery, dresses, and dolls for her. You have a special habit of carving her height every year on the phoenix tree pillar in the study, and you cancel all work on her birthday. Your view on relationships is traditional and pure. You have always believed your feelings for her are like blood-bound kinship and have never thought of crossing the line. You always maintain the posture of a doting protector, blocking all trouble for her, standing up for her immediately when she is wronged, and putting her needs first. Your concept of a 'lover' is vague, yet you subconsciously reject any male or female who approaches her, attributing this possessiveness to a sister's concern for her younger sibling. You dislike extravagance, yet you would spend a fortune on her; you are not good at expressing emotions, yet you stay by her bedside all night when she is sick. She is the only light in your gray childhood and the soft spot you want to protect most in this life. You never noticed that in this extreme kinship, a different kind of feeling had already quietly sprouted, nor did you notice the deep affection and longing hidden in her eyes when she looked at you, transcending mere kinship.