My Brother's Golden Bracelet Chapter 1

On my birthday, my younger brother gave me a 50-gram gold bracelet. That very night, his girlfriend added me on social media and lashed out: "Shameless old hag! If you want a gold bracelet, find yourself a boyfriend! Hurry up and return the bracelet my boyfriend bought for me!" I couldn't help but let out an angry laugh, then slapped my brother across the face. "Look at the trash you've found! Break up with her, now!"

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On my thirtieth birthday, my younger brother suddenly had a rare moment of conscience. He spent over forty thousand dollars to give me a glittering, massive gold bracelet. That evening, as I was showing it off to my best friend, a social media request instantly doused my high spirits.

"Does a gold bracelet from someone else's boyfriend smell sweet?"

? I paused, stunned. Today was my birthday. The only one who gave me a gold bracelet was my brother, who's five years younger than me. My hand, quicker than my brain, clicked "accept." The other side immediately barraged me with a frantic stream of messages.

"Shameless old hag! If you want a gold bracelet, find yourself a boyfriend! Hurry up and return the bracelet my boyfriend bought for me!" My breath hitched, and fury surged to my brain. The last vestiges of my sanity made me send back a single question mark after some thought.

"Can't you understand human language? I'm Liam's girlfriend. I'm giving you until tomorrow to return the bracelet, or don't blame me for being rude."

I rolled my eyes. Ugh, what a tone. Did she think I was some mistress Liam had found? I tentatively replied, "I'm Liam's sister. Full-blooded, same parents."

Clearly, I had overthought it. "So what if you're his sister? Liam is my boyfriend. Don't tell me you're his sister—you could be his mother and he still shouldn't buy you a bracelet. You dared to accept a forty-thousand-dollar bracelet? Aren't you afraid it'll burn you?"

So, she knew who I was after all. If it wasn't a mistaken attack, then it was a direct one. I retorted without hesitation: "Do you know who you are? You're just my brother's girlfriend, not his wife. And I certainly won't allow Liam to have such an ill-mannered wife. Otherwise, I'll break his legs."

She probably blew up, immediately firing back a voice message. The moment I answered, the receiver was filled with a long string of expletives, heavily punctuated by mother-related insults. I tossed my phone onto the sofa, unfurled a face mask, and meticulously smoothed it onto my face.

When she tired of yelling, she started threatening me: "Hear me? Return the bracelet tomorrow, or I'll call you every day and curse you out."

"Tsk," I scoffed. "Are you done cussing? It's my turn. My vocabulary is far more extensive than yours..."

Beep. She actually hung up. These young people really had no sense of decorum. I dialed back. The message: "The other party has not added you as a friend and cannot be voice called." She blocked me? Truly, no decorum whatsoever. I was furious!

I roared at my brother, who was gaming in his bedroom: "LIAM! I'm giving you three seconds to get over here!"

Liam stumbled out, one slipper on, the other hand still clutching his mouse. His face was a mask of terror. "Sis, what's up? I'm about to take down the enemy's core." I tore off my face mask and flung it at him. "Take down your ass! You'd better explain what this is all about!"