My Younger Brother

It was one thirty in the morning. Streetlights illuminated the broad elevated road as Wang Zijing drove her red Little BMW along the slightly deserted overpass. Her eyes stared straight ahead, the focus in her pupils drifting and sharpening by turns.

She looked preoccupied. In truth, she was running through the battle to come in her mind. Should she be forceful, or should she offer gentle comfort? The answer was the latter. The Whining Monster, like her younger brother, responded to softness rather than force.

But when it came to matters of the heart, being too soft was not necessarily a good thing. When it was time to be firm, she still had to be firm.

So she would play it by ear.

Wang Zijing felt like an undefeated general, heading alone toward the battlefield.

In fact, ever since childhood, she had always been undefeated in this regard.

Love was a battlefield for every woman. Every woman needed the awareness and determination to defend her love.

After getting off the elevated road, it would take another ten minutes to reach that Little Nest. As Wang Zijing weaved through the traffic lights, she nearly collided with a Volkswagen sedan beside her. Luckily, both drivers reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes.

The driver's window of the Volkswagen rolled down, and the driver stuck his head out and immediately unleashed a torrent of curses.

Wang Zijing looked up and realized the light had already turned red. Without noticing, she had run a red light.

She patted her cheeks and pulled herself together. Ignoring the driver's babbling, she spun the wheel, drove around the Volkswagen, and sped away.

After driving into the residential complex, she switched on the interior light, pulled down the sun visor mirror, and tied her long black hair, curled