Shu Ling, I Officially Declare War on You, My Sister

"Shu He, what did you say?"

Luo Shuning noticed Luo Shuhe's lips quivering slightly but couldn't make out the words, instinctively asking aloud.

"Big sister is such a curious kitten."

Luo Shuhe crossed her slender legs, swaying them gently, her eyes teasing: "I said, there are three fools in this house."

Hearing this, Luo Shuning turned her head to glance at the three happily taking photos on the balcony before looking back, her tone defensive: "Brother, Little Man, and Shuling are all adorable."

"Shuling has always been like this—carefree and unbothered."

"As for brother and Little Man, it’s perfectly normal for them to be excited and amazed since it’s their first time wearing a suit and a formal dress."

She thought Luo Shuhe was mocking them for being silly.

"As long as you're happy, sister."

Luo Shuhe couldn’t be bothered to explain.

The three fools she referred to were, of course, Gu Luo, Gu Ximan, and the legendary "Bull-Enduring Queen" Luo Shuning.

Getting cuckolded every day, every moment, yet still sitting here foolishly enjoying the sweetness.

Little Man might be a silly little fool, but she just happened to counter the even sillier Bull-Enduring Queen sister.

As for Gu Luo, he was just a blockhead—another fool who still naively believed he only had to deal with her and the Bull-Enduring Queen sister. He hadn’t even noticed that Gu Ximan’s feelings had long since changed, sighing all day about her supposedly liking other guys.

As for the fool Gu Ximan—too many flaws to list.

"Odd as usual."

Luo Shuning was already used to Luo Shuhe’s way of speaking and merely shook her head slightly before standing up and walking toward Gu Luo.

A gentle smile bloomed on her face.

When she reached him, she reached out to adjust his tie, her fingers lightly brushing the knot in a natural motion: "Brother looks so handsome. Let me join the photos too."

"Sure."

Gu Luo smiled warmly at the angelic girl who treated him with the tenderness of a newlywed wife, his heart full as if he could already see their blissful married life in the future.

But his gaze involuntarily flickered toward the sofa.

There, Luo Shuhe was staring at them longingly. When she noticed his glance, she immediately lowered her head, her hands gripping the hem of her nightgown.

Like a pitiful soul caught secretly envying someone else’s happiness.

At the sight, Gu Luo’s cheerful mood vanished instantly, replaced by an indescribable mix of emotions.

His smile faded slightly.

Memories of the day’s events with Luo Shuhe flooded his mind—confessions, apologies, the little demon’s willingness to settle for being a secret lover.

The more he thought, the heavier his heart grew.

Just then, Luo Shuling’s voice snapped him back to reality.

"Shuning, Little Man, stand on either side of brother, rise on your tiptoes, and kiss his cheeks. Brother, bend down a little, put your arms around their shoulders, and smile brightly."

Gu Luo’s thoughts were interrupted. Seeing Luo Shuning’s eager expression and Gu Ximan’s pouty defiance, he still wrapped his arms around their shoulders, bending slightly as he forced a smile.

The next moment, warmth and moisture touched both cheeks simultaneously, accompanied by the crisp click of the camera shutter.

Yet even in such an alluring scenario, he couldn’t feel any joy.

Meanwhile, Gu Ximan’s attention was entirely on Luo Shuning, a sense of crisis rising within her.

Wait, why could Shuning-jie kiss that idiot Gu Luo so naturally?

Recalling all the past interactions between Gu Luo and Luo Shuning—even holding hands in public—something felt off.

Very off.

She’d have to ask Xuexue for analysis later.

Luo Shuling, however, remained silent, only instructing the three to act as intimately as possible.

Elsewhere, on the sofa.

Luo Shuhe kept a close eye on Gu Luo’s micro-expressions. Seeing his stiffness, the corners of her lips curled up slightly—but only for a fleeting moment before settling back into calm.

Then, her gaze shifted to Luo Shuling.

Shuling, what exactly are you trying to do?

Or rather, what is it that you wouldn’t dare to do?

Her eyes swept over the four faces one by one, her frown deepening as a bold speculation took shape in her mind.

No way?

Even she found the idea absurd—utterly impossible.

Gu Luo, that scumbag, didn’t even dare to entertain the thought of having two girls at once. Yet Shuling wanted him to take them all?

That was downright insane.

Luo Shuhe rubbed her temples, replaying every seemingly insignificant yet profoundly influential move Luo Shuling had ever made.

The first was during the two families’ initial dinner.

If Gu Luo hadn’t intervened on the train, that dinner would’ve been his first "heroic act" for Luo Shuling.

Though it would’ve slighted their mother, it would’ve instantly brought them closer, elevating his image in the sisters’ eyes.

Anyone who knew Gu Luo understood he’d always help his sisters, even at his own expense.

Besides, would someone as meticulous as Luo Shuling really coincidentally arrive late?

Others might not know her, but Luo Shuhe did—far too well.

She wasn’t sure if she was overthinking, battling shadows, but if this speculation held, it was terrifying.

The scariest part wasn’t Luo Shuling setting the stage for Gu Luo from the start—but how she knew it was him.

Their mother had only revealed that the other family had a brother-sister pair right before the meeting.

If this was the starting point, could Luo Shuling have played a role in bringing their mother and Father Feng together too?

Otherwise, how could there be so many coincidences?

The more Luo Shuhe thought, the more unfathomable Luo Shuling seemed.

She once believed Luo Shuling operated on a higher plane, but now it seemed she might’ve already left the stratosphere.

Still, as the saying went—assume boldly, verify cautiously.

Speculation was just speculation without proof.

After all, no matter how capable Luo Shuling was, she was still just a student.

She lacked the influence to orchestrate such things.

At the very least, she couldn’t have tapped into their mother’s resources.

The family’s side? Impossible.

On her own, she’d never manage it.

At this realization, Luo Shuhe exhaled half a sigh of relief.

But she still resolved to tread carefully.

Unless absolutely necessary, she didn’t want to confront Luo Shuling.

The odds of winning were negligible.

If Luo Shuning was a dazzling genius, Luo Shuling was a once-in-a-century prodigy who deliberately hid her brilliance.

Luo Shuhe would never forget the shock Luo Shuling had given her that day.

"Shu He, Shu He."

After who knew how long, Gu Luo’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

Luo Shuhe blinked, refocusing on his concerned face.

Now, the living room held only the two of them.

"Shu He, are you okay?"

Gu Luo asked softly, his heart aching with guilt as he watched her sitting alone, lost in thought.

The little demon had sacrificed so much for him—even now, she sat here quietly, missing out on the photos while nursing her sorrow.

Seeing this, Luo Shuhe quickly composed herself, putting on a pitiful expression as she forced a faint smile. "It's okay, baby. Just being able to watch over you is enough for me."

Such is the nature of love’s battles.

The rules have changed—now, the one who doesn’t fight gains the upper hand.

"I..."

Hearing this, Gu Luo felt even worse, unable to speak for a long while.

But Luo Shuhe tactfully shifted the topic, asking, "Where are the sisters?"

"Shu Ling dragged them into the room to pick out photos."

"I see..."

Luo Shuhe’s mood instantly darkened, the half-sigh she had just released tightening in her chest again.

What a coincidence.

If Luo Shuling hadn’t pulled the sisters away, this indecisive scumbag would have hesitated, but with them present, he wouldn’t have dared to openly comfort her.

They wouldn’t have ended up alone like this.

Luo Shuhe felt as if invisible strings were slowly pulling the situation along.

She was like a puppet on strings.

Not just her—Gu Luo, Gu Ximan, Luo Shuning, all of them.

Even Mother and Father Feng were under the control of these unseen hands.

No.

No.

No.

Absolutely not.

Even if it was her dearest sister, even if she knew Luo Shuling would never harm her, Luo Shuhe refused to follow her script.

Her feelings, her rules.

Even if it came down to the worst-case scenario—being forced to share Gu Luo with others—she would do it on her own terms.

Having it all? Impossible.

The only outcome would be Mother stepping in, kicking Gu Luo out of the house, and leaving the entire family in chaos.

At most, Luo Shuhe could accept sharing Gu Luo with her sister. That way, they could keep it hidden and within manageable limits.

Of course, having Gu Luo all to herself would be ideal, but given the current situation, that was nearly impossible.

After things had gone this far, this scumbag would never let go of Luo Shuning.

Thinking this, Luo Shuhe couldn’t help but sigh inwardly:

Sister, in the end, we’re the ones on the same side.

And yet, you’re still foolishly trying to push me away.

"Shu He, you look a little pale."

Noticing Luo Shuhe zoning out again, Gu Luo grew even more concerned.

"Baby, I don’t feel well. Can you hold me?" Luo Shuhe said, opening her arms pitifully, her eyes full of expectation.

She looked as helpless as could be.

Seeing this, Gu Luo hesitated for a moment before glancing upstairs to confirm Luo Shuling’s door was still shut. Then, he gently embraced her.

Though the hug lasted only a few seconds, Luo Shuhe’s heart swelled with joy.

Holding hands first, peeling shrimp for her next, then a hug.

The next step? Getting this scumbag to kiss her.

She lifted her head, her gaze resolute as she stared at Luo Shuling’s room.

—Shu Ling, consider this my formal declaration of war.

—When it comes to my feelings for Gu Luo, I won’t let anyone interfere.

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