Younger Sister In Chinese Novels & Stories

I looked up at her, but when she saw me choking in sobs, irritation crossed her face. “Could you just be a little more sensible, please?” she said impatiently. As I stared at her my inner wolf felt that this situation was ridiculous so I laughed. How ridiculous. She gave all her love to my brother and sister and left scraps for me. Mom smiled, thinking I'd forgiven, and clasped my hand over my sister's. "See, that's better. Apologize to your sister, and let's move on. We're family, after all." Her words were gentle, but her gaze lingered on my sister's face, filled with a pity that made my skin crawl.

Even though Long Zhuting was the favorite child of all her sisters, instead of protecting her, the older sister had actually caused her own younger sister to get into trouble with their father. “I don’t know how you can claim to love your younger sister—aren’t you afraid she’ll get hurt?” Those words made the older sister’s smile fade; of course she didn’t want that. Another reason she always let her father chase after her younger sister and bring her home was that she understood her younger sister’s temperament. Once, her younger sister came home with such severe injuries that she was terrified of losing her, and this had happened several times—though only a few instances had come to light.

“You’re working even at your sister’s party.” “I’m a programmer. I don’t actually live,” I answered flatly. In the center of the ballroom, Fiona looked like an ad for happiness. Her dress was ivory, not a wedding gown but definitely enough to make it clear she was in the phase of not caring who was jealous. She laughed brightly, hugged aunts, greeted guests, and every now and then waved at me from across the room like, look at me, sis, I’m happy. And I lifted my hand and waved back with a thin smile.

“These days, those women giving birth to daughters think they’re much better than us who produced sons. “My older sister just gave birth to a daughter yesterday, and she would not even let me hold her baby. She’s looking down on me for giving birth to a son!” Everyone supported her. “Your older sister is a nasty person. Her bloodline will end with her daughter.” “That’s right, is your older sister insane? She must have a son!” “She’s going to suffer when she’s older. When she gets bullied by others, she’d realize the importance of having a son.”

Like he was waiting to see how far I would go to deny it. My sister laughed softly, completely unaware of the tension suffocating the space between us. “You two are already getting along,” she said, clearly pleased. “That’s good.” Getting along? If only she knew. I forced a small smile, my hands clenched at my sides to stop them from shaking. “I think I should go, I need to freshen up” I said suddenly. Too fast. Too desperate. Both of them noticed. My sister frowned. “Already?” “I’m just… tired.”