A delinquent girl falls in love with me

"Buzz... Buzz..." The vibration of the phone woke me up from my dream. The sunlight peeking through the window blinds made it difficult for me to open my heavy eyelids. I reflexively turned my head and felt a sharp pain in my head. Ah, the aftereffects of drinking. I couldn't help but curse Su, the annoying girl. She knew I couldn't handle alcohol well, yet she insisted on dragging me to the bar until midnight, ruining my rare two-day vacation. "Hello..." "Xiaonan, still sleeping?" came the cold voice from the other end of the phone, sounding quite unsatisfied. "Dad?" I straightened up instantly, trying to hide my drowsiness. "Of course not, I woke up early." "Is that so," my father probably didn't believe me but didn't press further. He said in a plain tone, "You didn't forget to come home for dinner today, did you?" "No, didn't you say you wanted to discuss something with me?" I had an inexplicable reverence for my father. Even after I started working and moved out, that feeling never faded. "Hmm," my father fell silent for a moment, then softened his tone. "Your mom and your sister also miss you. Come over early." My father, a reserved man, was not good at creating sentimental atmospheres. Seemingly out of topics, he simply hung up the phone. Glancing at the time, it was already 10 o'clock. I couldn't help but sigh. Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed. Honestly, I wasn't very keen on going home. My mother left this world due to illness when I was still a baby, leaving me with only a few photos and countless blurry but loving memories. My father took on the roles of both parents, raising me alone through hardships. People say that a child without a mother matures early. At the age of twelve, I, still without hair in my armpits, arrogantly said something to my father that I've regretted ever since, "Dad, if you feel lonely, just find me a stepmother." I remember the old man earnestly patting my head and saying he wasn't lonely. But not even two months later, he pointed to a beautiful woman he brought home and said to me, "Call her mom," then pointed at the little girl clinging to the woman's leg and said, "This is your sister." Damn, getting a big one when I asked for a small one! To this day, my assessment of our old man is: a bland r****h but spicy inside! The more someone appears gentle and honest on the surface, the more you can't underestimate them. ... By the time I arrived downstairs at my parents' place, it was already 11 o'clock. "Ding dong—" I straightened my collar and pressed the doorbell. No one spoke from inside, only a hurried and light sound of footsteps. My heart involuntarily tightened. Ah, such bad luck. The door opened, revealing the expressionless but unbelievably beautiful face that I had anticipated. A pair of stark black and white eyes stared at me as if they were looking at a dead fish, a thin mouth, as if my body emitted a foul odor that made her want to hold her nose. "What do you want, stinky girl? Did I provoke you?" Despite feeling displeased inside, I couldn't show it and had to force a smile. "Yuan Yuan, haven't seen you in a few days, looking even prettier, huh?" The one who opened the door was my sixteen-year-old sister, Chu Yuan. Not to brag, but in terms of appearance, my sister is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even the conceited and arrogant Su Su, who is self-absorbed, would feel inferior in her presence. Look at her, bright eyes, beautiful teeth, willow-like eyebrows and delicate nose, fair skin as if it could produce water when pinched. Her long black hair was casually piled up and clipped with cute cartoon hairpins. Even without makeup, her presence would easily turn heads on the street. I even felt that if she were to smile, with a pair of wings on her back, she would be nothing less than an angel. Unfortunately, she's just a pretty face, nothing more. In my eyes, even if she were an angel descended from the heavens, she would be the kind that lands face first. As usual, the brat completely ignored me, turned around, and walked back into her room, leaving me standing outside the door with a slender and tall figure. Although I had long been immune to this level of embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. "Ah, this is why I don't want to come home." "Yuan Yuan, is it your brother?" came the voice of my stepmother from the kitchen, and judging by her sweet voice, one couldn't determine her age. "Yes," Chu Yuan replied in a muffled voice, her character as stingy with words as ever. I sighed, put on my slippers, and said, "Dad, Mom, I'm back..." "Son!" Before I could finish my sentence, a fragrant wind rushed in, and I was tightly embraced around the waist. "I haven't seen you for over a month, I've missed you so much." This line seemed familiar, something you might hear on the annual Spring Festival Gala. "Mom, aren't you afraid Dad will get jealous?" I gently disentangled myself from the coquettish stepmother and awkwardly forced a smile. "I'm all grown up now, stop treating me like a child." The beautiful stepmother took off my coat, disdainfully glanced at the old man sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and teasingly taunted, "Let him be jealous, I dote on my son, and he can't do anything about it." Dad really had no way of dealing with this childish stepmother, shaking his head helplessly. He was very tolerant of the stepmother, and I always felt that he spoiled her like a child. The stepmother was only thirty-six this year, thirteen years younger than the old man. To be honest, the stepmother treated me better than her own son. I guess that's why Chu Yuan doesn't like me. When my parents remarried, Chu Yuan was only five years old, at that sensitive and delicate age of understanding things. Suddenly being in a strange environment, facing unfamiliar relatives, feelings of unease and rejection were inevitable for her. She must have felt that I took away the love of the stepmother from her, and indeed, that is the truth. I always feel that compared to the relationship between brothers or sisters, the relationship between siblings has an additional barrier, even more so than the relationship between sisters and brothers. I am seven years older than my sister Chu Yuan, and we don't have much in common, naturally lacking communication. Therefore, no matter how accommodating and compliant I am towards her, she still rejects me, even dislikes me. I am also a person with emotions. Not only do I not receive any return for my efforts, but she also distances herself from me even more. It's pure nonsense to say that I have no complaints in my heart. Unfortunately, my parents dote on her, and I don't want to upset my stepmother or give my grandfather a headache, so I can only endure it alone. Now that I have a job and have moved out to live my own life, I have learned to let go. Why bother to have any dealings with her? It's better if we each mind our own business, and I don't have to worry about her. However, being able to let go doesn't mean that I don't resent her. The words 'little sister' are still the last thing I want to think about apart from my own name. By the way, my name is Chu Nan, and true to my name, I'm twenty-three years old, and still a virgin... It's heartbreaking— I really don't know if my father cursed me on purpose. He's a university teacher, yet he can't name people properly. "Xiao Nan, you've lost weight again. Is work too tiring?" "Have I lost weight? I don't think so," afraid that my stepmother would continue to show concern, I changed the subject, "What's the rush to call me back for?" "If there's no urgent matter, can't I call you back?" My stepmother's slightly reproachful gaze still had alluring charm, not diminishing in the slightest with the passage of time. Suddenly, she heard some noise from the kitchen and exclaimed, "Oh, I still have soup stewing on the stove! Tell your dad to talk to you." My absent-minded stepmother rushed back to the kitchen, not forgetting to call out, "Yuan Yuan, fetch your brother a glass of water. How can you be so oblivious, really." Oh, my dear mother, please don't scold her! As expected, Chu Yuan, who was lying on the long sofa watching TV, glared fiercely at me, as if suddenly I had become the one at fault. "It's not a big deal, we'll talk at dinner," Grandpa put the newspaper on the coffee table and turned around to ask me, "Help me read these few lines, the printing is not very clear, my eyes... " The ink was faint, and the handwriting was blurry. Not to mention my father, even I had to squint for a long time to make it out, "Well... the closed attitude of parents and society towards s*x education suppresses the curiosity of teenagers, thus potentially leading to abnormal behavior. Once exposed to external stimuli, such as ** scenes in movies and TV, naked photographs on the internet, pornographic images, lewd novels, etc., it's very easy to develop the impulse to try, which is the fundamental cause of premature love and even s****l crimes in students." What kind of stuff is this? I looked at the title of the article, 'Seventeen-year-old boy robs on the street, all because he wanted to get an abortion for his fifteen-year-old girlfriend'— I suddenly felt a pang in my heart. He's already a father at seventeen, and me? Twenty-three years old and still a virgin! Ah," dad sighed, the teacher's soul burning with emotion. He exclaimed, "This internet, it's truly a place of coexistence of advantages and disadvantages. Convenience is real, but it's just too convenient. No matter how legitimate a website may be, just click on its link, and within twenty clicks, you'll definitely land on a pornographic site. How could kids not go astray..." I held back and didn't dare to ask the old man, how do you know it only takes less than twenty clicks to get to a p**n site? Afraid that he might scold me, I thought better of it. "Are you tired of standing? Sit," the old man gestured to me. "Okay," I thought to myself that I was being too restrained in front of the old man and sat down as he spoke. Suddenly, a scream echoed as if someone got an electric shock. My sister, Chuyuan, leaped as if electrified, to the other end of the couch, not very gracefully folded her long, beautiful legs, and with both hands, she covered her tender left foot, rubbing it and glaring at me with tears in her eyes, as if she were a little tiger wanting to devour its prey. Didn't that little brat go to get water for me? Why is she lying here not moving?! Even though I knew very well that I hadn't sat on anything hard, and there was no way she could be in that much pain, I hurriedly put on a smile, "I'm sorry, Chuyuan, it wasn't intentional… Ah~!" "Hate you!" That damn brat didn't say a word, but with her right foot, she suddenly kicked over. I could distinctly feel the pain as her big toe drilled into my nostrils. Lying on my back, I saw a pillar of bright red shooting into the sky, like a rainbow... My sister's dainty feet, as if crushing garlic, fell on my chest, showing no signs of stopping. My chest surged and churned, a sweet and itchy sensation filled my throat, as if there was a prelude to coughing up blood. You cruel brat! You're really ruthless. I... I endure...