Lu Jiaoyue froze for two seconds before calling out, "Cousin."
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, and her obedient greeting immediately brought a satisfied smile to Song Chaoyue's face.
Song Chaoyue had a fairly good impression of this younger cousin whom the Lu Family had only recently found.
There was no special reason. He simply thought Lu Jiaoyue looked sweet and well-behaved, with exactly the sort of demeanor a girl ought to have. She was very pleasing to the eye.
Most importantly, she was his actual cousin by blood, the Lu Family's rightful daughter. An adopted substitute like Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't compare to her at all!
In fact, when he had seen Lu Jiaoyue complimenting Lu Xiaoxiao's elegant, expensive-looking dress just now, disapproval had already crept into his eyes.
He thought Lu Jiaoyue was far too naive. She showed absolutely no wariness toward the "older sister" who had stolen her place for so many years!
If he were in Lu Jiaoyue's position, he would spend half the day fuming over having another person competing for his inheritance the moment he opened his eyes. He would even hurry to find a way to drive that person out. Living together harmoniously would be utterly impossible.
Years ago, even the thought of having a biological younger sister who would eventually get a share of the family fortune had left Song Chaoyue feeling somewhat disgruntled.
But then he had reminded himself that he was his father's only son, while his younger sister, Song Chaoyan, would marry sooner or later. A dowry would settle her share once and for all, so he wouldn't lose too much. Only then had he barely managed to make peace with it.
The Song Family had always looked down on daughters, and Song Chaoyue-a beneficiary who had grown up