Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

It was evident to Feng Jue that his feelings for Gu Yang surpassed mere sibling affection, despite their familial monikers.

Gu Yang had once confessed her feelings for him, albeit under the guise of letting go. At the time, he had interpreted her words as a request for him to move on. Now, he realized that her sentiments may have been genuine.

“Brother Xiu, why did you drop the cake? Aren’t you going to present it to the goddess?” Lu Mao observed Fu Mingxiu’s despondent demeanor and promptly summoned a waiter to attend to the fallen dessert.

Fu Mingxiu withdrew his gaze quietly, offering no response.

Having also noticed Gu Yang and Feng Jue, Lu Mao came to a realization. “Looks like Feng Jue beat us to it.”

He understood that Feng Jue harbored feelings for his goddess.

Despite Gu Yang’s benevolent treatment of him, Lu Mao refrained from vocalizing his observation, sensing Fu Mingxiu’s somber mood.

Lu Mao draped his arm around Fu Mingxiu’s shoulders, offering support. “Come on, Brother Xiu. We haven’t hung out since the start of the year. Let’s go grab a drink or two. I’ll introduce you to my buddy, Brother Lin.”

As Fu Mingxiu contemplated Gu Yang’s potential romantic interest, he grappled with conflicting emotions. Should he continue silently safeguarding her, as he had always done, or should he intervene?

Yet, the notion of Gu Yang being enamored with someone else was difficult for him to accept.

Feeling overwhelmed, Fu Mingxiu vented his frustrations with a gulp of wine, only to spew it out at Lu Mao. “Little Fatty, my family has been arranging a marriage for me lately.”

Aware of the ongoing rumors, Lu Mao grimaced. “With the Tang family? Damn, is it a done deal?”

Fu Mingxiu took another sip of wine, frustration etched on his face. “Our families are in talks. It’s not set in stone.”

The crux of the matter was his persistent stalling tactics.

Sympathy reflected in Lu Mao’s eyes as he regarded Fu Mingxiu. He hadn’t anticipated his friend’s inability to escape the impending marriage.

Reflecting on the situation, Lu Mao found solace in his larger frame. Being overweight seemed to safeguard him from the pressures of arranged marriages.

Fu Mingxiu hastily interjected, “I refuse to engage with Tang Shiya. My mother suggested that if I successfully court Gu Yang and marry into the Gu family, I won’t have to entertain the Tang proposal. Otherwise, I’m stuck with the engagement.”

Madam Fu, Luo Xiangying, admired Gu Yang’s talent in perfume blending and urged Fu Mingxiu to pursue her. However, this encouragement didn’t imply they’d watch him throw himself at Gu Yang.

Lu Mao sighed, consoling Fu Mingxiu with a pat on the shoulder. “Tragic. Truly tragic! Brother Xiu, since there’s no escape, face the reality early on. The goddess clearly doesn’t harbor feelings for you.”

Fu Mingxiu was taken aback. Wasn’t Lu Mao supposed to encourage and assist him in wooing Gu Yang?

Coughing discreetly, Lu Mao leaned in to whisper to Fu Mingxiu, “Brother Xiu, Mo Mo, Di, and I suspect Gu Yang might have feelings for Feng Jue.”

“Feng Jue fits the profile of the kind of companion the goddess favors. My buddy Lin mentioned they might be involved in a covert relationship.”

Fu Mingxiu’s reaction was vehement. “Impossible!”

After blurting out his disbelief, even Fu Mingxiu doubted his own conviction.

With a heavy heart, Lu Mao spoke sincerely, “Brother Xiu, it’s time to let go of the goddess. Despite her excellence, a relationship between you two is just not feasible.”

Fu Mingxiu’s voice came out strained, “But why? How am I inferior to Feng Jue?”

Lu Mao responded somberly, “Consider this. You and the goddess have known each other since childhood. If a romantic connection was plausible, it would have happened by now.”

Speechless, Fu Mingxiu was struck by a pang of heartbreak.

Lu Mao continued, “Brother Xiu, don’t underestimate yourself. Feng Jue might have a slight edge in appearance and intelligence, but our shared history with the goddess counts for a lot. While we might lack in some areas compared to him, our family background surpasses his. He still relies on the support of the goddess’s family.”

Fu Mingxiu remained silent, his heart filled with sorrow rather than solace.