My Brother’s Obsession with Me

Chapter 1 Something's Off with My Brother

"I think my brother is acting a bit strange."

"What's strange about him?"

"He said he wants to be my boyfriend."

"...What???"

Dekly and I were limited-time siblings for four years.

When I was 15, my mom remarried, and I moved in with the Evans Family, which is when my sibling relationship with Dekly began.

Dekly is two years younger than me. It's often said that there's a generation gap every three years, but for children in a blended family, any gap, including age, seems like an insurmountable chasm.

Dekly was very hostile towards me. The first time I met him, a boy about my height followed behind my stepfather, glaring at me as if he wanted to cut me into pieces with his eyes.

Having watched many melodramatic soap operas with my mom, I was familiar with this kind of scenario. In Dekly's eyes, my mom and I were like characters from a dramatic romance novel by Qiong Yao, coming in under the guise of "joining the family" to destroy his home.

In fact, my mom and Dekly's dad had a normal relationship and divorce, and Dekly's parents also divorced normally, without any unethical or scandalous drama.

But that didn't prevent Dekly from holding a strong prejudice against my mom and me.

On the night I moved into the Evans Family, I knocked on Dekly's door, wanting to formally introduce myself.

After knocking for a long time, the door finally opened from the inside.

His room was dimly lit by a small lamp, casting shadows over the young boy.

Half of Dekly's body was hidden in the shadows, and his voice was as cold as his gaze, "You don't need to go out of your way to please me. Being strangers is my biggest concession."

With that, he slammed the door shut.

I was left dumbfounded when the door slammed in my face, and by the time I came to my senses, the door was already closed.

However, I wasn't angry. Unlike Dekly, I was completely tolerant of this stepbrother.

The reason was simple: I have a strong appreciation for good looks and a soft spot for younger brothers.

From the first moment I saw him, I felt he was my destined brother.

I wanted to treat him like my real brother, showering him with love and care.

At that time, I was in my third year of middle school, and Dekly was in his first year. After my mom remarried, I transferred to Dekly's middle school.

Every day after the evening study session, I would be the first to rush out of the classroom and wait for him at his classroom door.

When he submitted a blank essay for the monthly exam, angering the language teacher to the point of calling his parents, I covered for him, telling over a dozen lies, saying he accidentally fell asleep during the exam due to taking the wrong cold medicine for a severe cold.

When I heard he was confessed to by a female classmate, I would constantly remind him of the hundred drawbacks of young love.

For those few months, my life revolved around Dekly.

But this didn't improve my relationship with Dekly; it stayed as chilly as ever, and he barely said three words to me each day.

Even my stepfather, Dekly's biological father, thought my efforts to win Dekly over were too humble and told me not to bother with him. He also scolded Dekly, telling him to be nicer to me.

We were having dinner at the time, and Dekly put down his chopsticks and said, "I've never acknowledged her as my sister, nor do I have the interest to play pretend family with her."

My stepfather got angry and loudly reprimanded Dekly.

I quickly jumped in, "Dad, he's still young. Boys at this age are like this. Don't be too hard on him. It's also my fault for being too eager to get along with him."

My mom also helped to calm things down, which eventually eased my stepfather's temper.

Dekly didn't appreciate it and became even more annoyed with my persistence.

The turning point in our relationship came when Dekly skipped school one day.

That day, I happened to have a headache and a slight fever, so I went to the office to ask for sick leave. I ran into Dekly's homeroom teacher, who asked me if Dekly was sick since he hadn't shown up.

I had left home with Dekly that morning, so I knew he wasn't sick. But I didn't expose him; instead, I covered for him and then took a sick leave myself to find him.

I found Dekly at the entrance of a hotel.

Inside the hotel lobby, a wedding banquet was taking place, and everyone was smiling as they came and went.

The young man stood at the entrance, watching the festivities inside, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his arms trembling slightly.

He had his back to me, so I couldn't see his expression, but his solitary figure conveyed a profound sadness to me.

I walked over and called out, "Little Brother."

Hearing my voice, Dekly turned around, his eyes slightly red, and when he saw me, there was undeniable surprise in his eyes.

Dekly gritted his teeth, his tone not exactly friendly, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you," I said honestly. "Your homeroom teacher said you didn't go to class and asked if you were sick. Oh, don't worry, I got you excused, and I won't tell our parents."

Dekly didn't seem to hear my explanation and asked again, "How did you find this place?"

It was then that I realized he was asking how I found this place, so I scratched my head and said, "You've been restless these past few days, so I paid a little attention..."

Dekly, expressionless, exposed my excuse, "Did you go through my desk? Or eavesdrop on my calls?"

I swear I didn't intentionally go through his desk; it was just that a few nights ago, when I was bringing him fruit, I happened to see a wedding invitation on his desk.

I blinked and asked, "Which of these can you accept more?"

Dekly's face darkened, "…I can't accept either."

I shrugged, "Well, then I can only say I happened to dream that you'd come here."

Dekly snapped, "…Tina!"

I was taken aback and said, flattered, "That's the first time you've actually used my name. You always just called me 'hey.' Of course, it would be even better if you called me sister."

"…"

Dekly fell silent, seemingly at a loss against my persistence, his face flushed with anger.

Just then, someone suddenly called Dekly's name, a gentle voice tinged with hesitation.

"Xingye?"

I turned towards the voice and saw a woman in a cheongsam.

The woman was about the same age as my mom, and she looked even more beautiful in person than in the photo on Dekly's desk. Her features bore some resemblance to Dekly's, but her demeanor was gentle and soft, unlike Dekly's cold sharpness.

Dekly's entire body trembled, and he slowly turned around, his lips moving slightly as he whispered, "Mom."

This was Dekly's biological mother, getting remarried today.

Dekly had been restless these past few days and skipped class to come here because of this event.

His last monthly exam's blank essay was also due to the topic being about family.

However, knowing Dekly, he definitely wasn't here to attend the wedding banquet—just standing at the entrance had already made his eyes red.

Sure enough, Dekly turned and walked away, ignoring the woman calling after him.

I quickly said goodbye and hurried after him, chattering in his ear, "Your mom is being unreasonable. She knows you can't accept her remarriage, yet she insists on having you attend her wedding banquet."

I added, "She doesn't love you at all, that's why she left you with your dad and went to start a new family."

Dekly finally stopped and snapped at me, "Shut up! What do you know?"

I said, "If she really loved you, no matter how bad things got with your dad, she wouldn't choose divorce, especially since you value family integrity so much."

"Nonsense!" Dekly retorted, "The divorce was because of issues between them, it was their mutual decision. If they had to compromise themselves for me, what would that make me?"

I raised an eyebrow, "You know the reasoning, so why are you angry?"

Dekly was at a loss for words, his face tense as he turned to leave.

I quickly caught up again, and to my surprise, he started running to shake me off, so I had no choice but to run after him.

We ran for what felt like ages, with Dekly finally giving in, stopping to catch his breath, hands on his knees.

I walked up to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and laughed, out of breath, "Didn't expect me to be such a good runner, did you? When I was a kid, I used to... never mind, let's not talk about the past. Do you want to keep running?"

Dekly wasn't interested in my past, swatted my hand away, stood up straight, and coldly asked, "What exactly do you want?"

I said directly, "I'm here to help you through this."

Dekly stared at me silently, his eyes red, his jaw clenched, as if using all his strength to hold back the tears.

I stepped forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him in a certain direction, "Come on, let me take you somewhere nice."

Dekly struggled hard, "Tina, let go of me!"

Of course, I wouldn't let him break free easily. I held his arm tighter and said with a smile, "If you call me Sis, I might consider it."

Dekly clammed up, looking sullen.

He just wouldn't admit I was his sister.

I dragged Dekly all the way to the arcade, loaded three hundred yuan worth of game tokens, and thrust them at him.

Dekly didn't take them. He took the chance to shake off my hand.

He turned around to leave.

I quickly said from behind him, "Let's have a contest. If you win, I won't bother you anymore."

Dekly indeed stopped but didn't immediately turn back, as if he was hesitating. A few seconds later, he finally came back and asked coldly, "What's the challenge?"

I gestured broadly, "Any game machine here, you can choose. But if I win, you have to do whatever your big sis says from now on."

Dekly lifted his chin arrogantly, "You won't win."

Fast forward two hours.

I was grinning ear to ear, while Dekly looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Why would I gamble so easily? I knew I had it in the bag.

I told Dekly to call me Sis, but he was so reluctant he couldn't get a word out for ages.

I leaned closer to him, smiling, "A guy's gotta keep his word, you know."

Dekly turned away, but finally, grudgingly, he squeezed out a "Sis, sis" through gritted teeth.

"That's more like it," I said cheerfully, grabbing his hand, "Come on, big sis will treat you to a family bucket."

This time, Dekly didn't shake off my hand, but he didn't move with me either. He frowned, "Why's your hand so hot?"

"Is it?" I didn't feel anything, just a bit of heat in my breath and a heavy head. "Maybe I got too into the games."

Saying this, I felt a bit dizzy and instinctively grabbed Dekly's arm to steady myself.

Dekly's face flashed with panic as he instinctively caught me.