Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Yang obliged, pouring a modest amount into a wine glass. “Don’t overdo it. You might get tipsy,” she cautioned.

“Thank you, Sister,” Feng Jue beamed, taking a sip of the red wine. “It’s so sweet.”

In a hushed tone, Gu Yang cautioned, “Don’t be too greedy.”

Fu Mingxiu found Feng Jue’s cheerful demeanor grating, a sentiment echoed by Gu Jin.

Rising to his feet, Fu Mingxiu poured two full glasses of white wine and offered one to Feng Jue. “Feng Jue, I missed your birthday back in Jin City. I was still stuck in classes here in the capital.”

“Allow me to extend a belated birthday wish. Happy coming of age,” he declared before downing the white wine in one swift motion, his expression unwavering.

Observing the label on the bottle, Gu Yang furrowed her brow. “This alcohol content seems rather high.”

Even the hardiest drinkers would struggle with wine boasting a staggering 56 degrees Celsius; Feng Jue, known as the “Little Blood Bank,” had an exceptionally low alcohol tolerance.

“It’s fine, sister,” Feng Jue reassured Gu Yang, declining her concern. Rising to his feet, he accepted the white wine from Fu Mingxiu and swiftly downed it, expressing gratitude with a warm smile. “Thank you, Brother Xiu.”

Fu Mingxiu, feeling a twinge of discomfort at Feng Jue’s radiant smile, averted his gaze. As the heir apparent to the Fu family’s business empire, he exuded the demeanor of a future CEO.

“Feng Jue, you also aced your exams to get into Hua University,” Fu Mingxiu remarked, shifting the conversation. “What are your plans after coming of age? Have you been staying at Uncle Gu’s residence?”

His sudden focus on Feng Jue shifted the atmosphere at the dinner table.

Zhu Di and Mo Mo exchanged puzzled glances, unsure why Fu Mingxiu was singling out Feng Jue. Despite Feng Jue’s close bond with Gu Yang, they were, after all, family.

Meanwhile, Gu Jin uncorked a bottle of champagne and reclined in her chair, silently observing the unfolding drama.

Gu Yang’s furrowed brow betrayed her unease, sensing Fu Mingxiu’s underlying hostility towards Feng Jue.

The reason behind Fu Mingxiu’s hostility wasn’t hard to fathom. Gu Yang had confessed her feelings for Feng Jue numerous times in private messages with Fu Mingxiu.

Before Gu Yang could voice her thoughts, she found herself being served dessert by Gu Jin.

Caught off guard, Gu Yang could only stare in bewilderment, her thoughts in disarray.

Observing Gu Jin’s smug and mischievous expression, Gu Yang realized that her sister made no effort to conceal her amusement.

Gu Jin pressed her back into the chair and filled her bowl with an abundance of food, her gaze heavy with unspoken implications. “Eat.”

Complying without protest, Gu Yang obediently picked up her chopsticks, her attention continually drawn towards Feng Jue.

Sensing the tension, Lu Mao attempted to diffuse the situation with a light-hearted remark. “Brother Xiu…”

However, Fu Mingxiu cut him off, issuing an abrupt command. “Little Fatty, crank up the air conditioner. Yangyang’s delicate constitution can’t handle the cold; she might catch a chill.”

Lu Mao sensed Fu Mingxiu’s desire to maintain control of the conversation and reluctantly complied with his request, adjusting the air conditioner’s temperature with a resigned sigh.

Fu Mingxiu punctuated the tense atmosphere by tapping his wine glass with his fingers. “I believe a man should achieve financial independence before considering anything else.”

Feng Jue chuckled softly, meeting Fu Mingxiu’s gaze head-on. His demeanor exuded steadfastness. “You’re absolutely right, Brother Xiu. However, the Gu family has extended their kindness to me. As long as my sister needs my support, I won’t abandon her.”

Turning his attention to Gu Yang, Feng Jue’s gaze softened. “Sister, you don’t see me as a burden, do you?”

Fu Mingxiu was taken aback by Feng Jue’s directness. He hadn’t anticipated Feng Jue addressing his unspoken concerns so openly.

Moreover, he had overlooked the fact that Gu Yang couldn’t part ways with Feng Jue.

The Gu family had taken Feng Jue in as a mobile blood bank for Gu Yang, ready to provide transfusions in case of emergencies. While Gu Yang had been less accident-prone lately, Fu Mingxiu had almost forgotten Feng Jue’s purpose.

Gu Yang shook her head.

After all, even if Feng Jue truly needed to rely on a woman for support, she was more than willing to be there for him.