Chapter 1

A gold digger owes my family money, but she's trying to seduce my brother to write off her debt.

She even wants me to hand over my salary card for her to manage.

"Sis, you're such a big spender. Don't you want to save up for your dowry? You can't expect to use my future husband's money to support yourself, can you?" she says with a sickly sweet smile.

What an idiot. She has no idea that the money is mine, and so is the company.

I'm actually her creditor, her sugar mama.

Come on, let mama teach you how to be a decent human being!

That afternoon in our family SnapChat group, my brother announced he was bringing his girlfriend home. Everyone was excited.

My brother is short and has always been a bit of a dreamer, spending most of his time playing video games at home. He's never had a girlfriend before.

Now that he's bringing someone home, and apparently a pretty girl at that, everyone in the group chat is over the moon. I'm happy for him too.

Mom prepared a huge feast and told me to come home early.

I rescheduled a few meetings, made arrangements at the company, and headed home with a hastily purchased gift for the girlfriend.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I heard a sickeningly sweet voice. It was my future sister-in-law, Amber.

"What's the deal with your family? They knew we were coming, so why didn't your sister come home early to help cook? Look how your mom is sweating from all the work."

My brother quickly tried to appease her, "My sister isn't very good at cooking, and she's usually busy with work."

Amber let out an exaggerated sigh, "Why would a woman be so busy? The bosses at her company are all men, how busy could she really be? If she can't even cook, it'll be hard for her to find a husband. No wonder your sister isn't married yet."

My mom's voice came through, flat and emotionless, "Amber, can you cook?"

Amber immediately snuggled up to my brother, acting coy, "If Lucas wants me to, I'll learn. Lucas, do you want me to?"

My brother, clearly under her spell, replied, "I couldn't bear to see you work so hard."

Amber tsked, "You know, whether a woman cooks or not depends on how much her man cherishes her. If she can get her man wrapped around her finger without cooking, why would she need to?"

My mom's expression darkened even more. At this point, my brother quickly tried to smooth things over, "Mom, Amber didn't mean it like that. She's still young, don't take it to heart."

Amber, trying to change the subject, asked, "Why isn't your sister back yet?"

She shook her head, "You really spoil her. The whole family waiting for dinner just because of one daughter. This would never happen in our family."

Hearing this, I had a pretty good idea of what kind of person this girl was.

I pushed open the door, glancing at my embarrassed brother. I unceremoniously tore off the packaging of the new handbag I'd bought as a gift and tossed it on the sofa.

This gold digger didn't deserve such a carefully chosen present.