Chapter 2

When my sister walked into the yard and saw the room full of gifts, she could barely move around.

Her mood instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and she kicked away the nearest gift box.

"Who told these idiots to send this stuff? It's annoying just looking at it."

I didn't dare to argue, I could only explain after she finished venting while cleaning up the mess:

"These are from the men in town. They want to marry you, so they sent gifts for your birthday to please you."

My sister snorted coldly, casually touching her hair.

It seemed that being proposed to was already an extremely ordinary thing for her. Seeing me standing still, she kicked me:

"What are you standing there for? Can't you see I'm tired? Come and massage my feet!"

I didn't dare delay, fearing she might split my head open with an axe.

I scrambled over, just about to kneel down and reach out, when the local matchmaker, Mrs. Wilson, rushed in impatiently:

"Oh my! I timed it perfectly, guessing you'd be back by now. Look, I wasn't wrong."

"You have no idea, people have been lining up from one end of town to the other since early morning. You really are blessed with good fortune."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, swiping through photos of men, insisting that my sister must choose one to marry.

My sister showed no interest, merely glancing at it casually:

"They're all trash. None of them are good enough for me."

I quickly nodded beside her:

"That's right, sis. How could any of these men be worthy of you? I think we should forget about it. We can talk about marriage some other time."

My intention was to save those men's lives, after all, none of my sister's previous boyfriends had lived longer than half a month.

Whoever marries my sister would be sending themselves to their death, wouldn't they?

But as soon as Mrs. Wilson heard this, she became anxious:

"Silly girl, what are you saying! Your sister has such good genes, they should be passed down! Get out of the way, children don't understand these things. Let your sister choose."

With that, she pushed me aside. I stumbled and almost fell.

My sister just glanced at me, then her gaze fell on the phone.

But after just two looks, she became impatient and casually swiped past a man's photo:

"I'll take this one."

When that face stopped on the screen, my pupils suddenly dilated:

"Sis... this one doesn't seem suitable for you. Why don't we..."

My sister immediately looked at me with interest, smiling particularly brightly:

"Oh~ You don't want me to marry him? Then I'll definitely choose him. Mrs. Wilson, go tell him this good news right now."

She finished, maliciously staring at my face, wanting to see my reaction.

Although I was unwilling in my heart, looking into my sister's eyes, I could only turn my face away very meekly:

"Sis, I'll go tell him."

Why, why did she have to choose him of all people?