When Helen York was still James Bolton's wife, he already had constant headaches because of this little sister-in-law. This girl was just as beautiful as her older sister Helen York, a true little beauty, but her unconventional age and personality made her, in James Bolton's eyes, the very definition of a mischievous witch.

Back when James Bolton and Helen York were still in the throes of romance, the little girl, who had just started middle school, took great pleasure in teasing her soon-to-be brother-in-law, James Bolton. After their marriage, instead of restraining herself, she became even more brazen, using all sorts of strange and bizarre tricks on James Bolton as her first test subject. Even now, after James Bolton had divorced Helen York's sister, Megan York showed no intention of distancing herself. She still called him ‘brother-in-law’ at every turn, and her pranks on him hadn’t lessened in the slightest. No wonder James Bolton started to feel his eyelids twitch the moment he saw the little girl.

So, it was hardly surprising that Megan York would show up in his room without his permission. The key in the little girl's hand was, of course, the one Helen York used to have, and even after the divorce, she had never bothered to return it.

After seeing the ‘little thief’s’ face clearly, James Bolton let out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, it was as if the aftereffects of his concussion flared up again, and his headache returned. He replied weakly, as if he hadn’t slept for days, “Girl, what are you doing here? Isn’t it almost time for your final exams? Next semester you’ll be in your senior year of high school. Why aren’t you at home studying, and what are you doing here?”

“Brother-in-law~, work and rest in moderation! Don’t you get it? Aren’t you happy to see your little sister-in-law?” Hearing James Bolton say this the moment they met, Xiao Meng pouted her rosy lips, as if they’d been touched with cinnabar, and wrinkled her straight, jade-white nose.

As she spoke, Xiao Meng had already opened the door, let James Bolton in, and handed him slippers to change into. Then she took the groceries from James Bolton’s hands and went into the kitchen, stuffing the items one by one into the huge but empty double-door fridge. Megan York’s manner as the lady of the house was, in attitude, even more virtuous than the real lady of the house, Helen York, had ever been.

James Bolton walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “How many times have I told you, stop calling me brother-in-law, call me brother! Your sister and I are already divorced.”

While putting the vegetables, meat, and eggs into the fridge, Xiao Meng replied absentmindedly, “Alright, alright, isn’t it a hassle to keep changing what I call you? You two are always fighting and making up, and even though this time it’s lasted a bit longer, who knows, maybe you’ll get back together again!”

Hearing the same answer from Megan York that he’d heard a thousand times over the past year, James Bolton felt his headache worsen. He couldn’t help but raise his hands and rub his temples with his index fingers.

At this moment, Megan York finished putting things away, closed the fridge, and came over to the back of the sofa where James Bolton was sitting. She reached out her delicate, fair hands to massage his head, teasing as she spoke: “Brother-in-law, don’t be so impatient! Even if you and my sister are divorced, don’t deny me as your little sister-in-law. Besides, after your divorce, our family still doesn’t treat you as an outsider. It’s not just me—my dad and mom feel the same way!”

They say a son-in-law is like half a son, but Helen York’s parents didn’t see it that way. In their eyes, James Bolton was their one and only son—not just half of one. They cared for him even more than for their own daughters, Helen York and Megan York. So, when Megan York mentioned her former in-laws, James Bolton couldn’t help but feel a warm sense of family affection. He asked, “I haven’t visited them in a long time. How are they doing?”

Seeing her ploy to change the subject succeed, Megan York flashed a triumphant smile behind James Bolton’s back where he couldn’t see, and replied, “At least you still have a conscience. Don’t worry, they’re doing well! They just miss you since they haven’t seen you in a while, and they’re always talking about you.”

“Sigh!” James Bolton let out a sigh and said with some longing, “I miss them too, but things are like this between your sister and me now, so it’s really not convenient for me to visit.”

Hearing this, Megan York’s eyes sparkled with a bright light. She squatted down and leaned directly onto James Bolton’s back, wrapping her lotus-like arms tightly around his neck. Nervous and a little mysterious, she whispered in his ear, “I have a way for you to get along with my parents just like before. Do you want to hear it?”

James Bolton was long used to this unconventional little girl’s quirky ways and the odd ideas that popped into her head, so he didn’t take her so-called suggestion seriously at all. He chuckled, “You little rascal, who knows what’s going on in that head of yours, always talking nonsense.” As he spoke, he didn’t even turn around, just reached back and affectionately patted Megan York’s little head.