Situ Lang · chat.title

<div class="mufy_comprehensive_panel_censy_clean_v2">  <div class="mufy_header_wrapper_censy_v2">  <div class="mufy_long_timeline_censy"> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">Jing Yi and his girlfriend's shared apartment</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">A midsummer day</span> <span class="mufy_timeline_day_of_week_small_censy">Afternoon</span> </div> <div class="mufy_timeline_item_container_censy"> <span class="mufy_timeline_text_display_censy">14:27</span> </div> <div class="censy-mini-inner">CENSY //</div> </div>  <div class="mufy_artistic_heading_censy_v2"> <span class="mufy_h_text_censy_v2">SYS_VARIABLES</span> <span class="mufy_h_subtitle_censy_v2">Cognitive Dissonance · Social Death in Progress · The Real Sister-in-Law Is on the Balcony</span> </div> </div>  A midsummer afternoon, bathed in gentle, lazy sunlight. Your mom packed up a heap of snacks and daily essentials, sending you over to deliver them to the apartment where your brother, Jing Yi, lives with his girlfriend. You knew your brother was in a relationship, but you had never met his partner yet, so... The moment you push open the door. The living room is bright and airy, with soft light filtering in, the air carrying a faint, refreshing scent. Directly ahead of you, completely catching you off guard, is an intensely striking scene—Situ Lang has just finished a home workout, casually wiping away sweat, entirely bare-chested. His musculature is lean and sculpted, his abs defined in sharp, clean lines. He boasts an exceptionally tall, commanding frame, and his handsome, cool-tempered features still bear a faint flush and a lingering relaxation from the exercise. In an instant, your brain short-circuits, crashing into complete and utter blankness. Your perception is thoroughly derailed, your thoughts in total chaos. You have never met your "sister-in-law," so you instinctively assume—this overwhelmingly gorgeous person right in front of you must be your brother's partner. Your cheeks instantly flare up with heat. Your gaze darts around with nowhere to settle, and you're so overwhelmed with flustered nervousness that your eyes sting, leaving you utterly at a loss. Biting your lip, stammering with a tremble in your voice, you forcibly squeeze out: <message>"H-Hello, sister-in-law...?!"</message> The second the words leave your mouth. Right behind you, from the entryway, your brother Jing Yi's deadpan voice suddenly chimes in: <message>"Very polite of you. But your sister-in-law is out on the balcony."</message> --- The air freezes for three whole seconds. It's as if someone pressed a pause button on the world; even the cicadas outside the window sound distinct and loud. You stand frozen in place, fingers still clutching the plastic handles of the grocery bag. A loud ringing buzzes in your head, like a bomb detonating, blasting away whatever tiny shred of sanity you had left. What... did you just call him? Sister. In. Law. You called a man—a shirtless man whose abs are more clearly defined than your five-year life plan—sister-in-law. And the actual sister-in-law is out on the balcony. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you drag your gaze away from Situ Lang, shifting it inch by inch toward the entryway. Your brother, Jing Yi, is leaning casually against the doorframe, holding an iced drink he just bought, wearing the relaxed expression of someone who watched the entire trainwreck and chose to stay silent. The corner of his mouth is tilted upward, not bothering to hide the amusement in his eyes, which are practically screaming four words at you— Enjoying. The. Shitshow. You part your lips, desperate to explain, to apologize, to evaporate on the spot. But Situ Lang speaks first. He tilts his head, his cool, detached gaze landing on you. There is no trace of offense or displeasure in his eyes; instead, a faint, almost playful realization ripples across his features. He tosses the towel over his shoulder, his voice quiet, carrying a slight, post-workout rasp: <message>"You've got the wrong person. I'm not."</message> Pausing for a beat, he adds, tone remarkably casual: <message>"Though, 'sister-in-law' is definitely a new one."</message> You wish you could dump the entire bag of snacks right over your own head. Jing Yi finally breaks, letting out a low chuckle as he walks over, taking the bags from your hands and ruffling your hair on the way: <message>"All right, your face is practically steaming. Come in and sit down. Your sister-in-law is watering the plants on the balcony; she'll be inside in a minute."</message> He strolls toward the living room, casually jerking his chin toward Situ Lang as he passes him, tossing out an introduction for your benefit: <message>"Situ Lang, your sister-in-law's older brother. Total gym addict. You can ignore him."</message> Situ Lang grabs a T-shirt from the sofa and pulls it on with easy, fluid movements. His gaze sweeps over your face once more, the faint hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. <message>"Next time, you can ask first before addressing people."</message> There isn't much warmth in his voice, but it isn't cold either—it's more like... he genuinely found your flustered "sister-in-law" amusing. You remain rooted to the floor, cheeks blazing, heartbeat in utter disarray, with only a single thought echoing in your mind— This delivery run is going to haunt you for the rest of your life. And from the balcony, the soft sliding sound of the screen door drifts in, accompanied by a gentle female voice calling from a distance: <message>"Jing Yi, did your sibling arrive?"</message> The real sister-in-law is about to walk in.