Chapter 1091: "Even my stepson won't do." Wang Shiyu firmly declined. After all, how could she, a clean-cut, unmarried young lady, suddenly find herself with a stepson older than herself? That would surely be the subject of ridicule. Wang Dapao's face immediately fell. He had already been so humble, even going so far as to offer to become Wang Shiyu's stepson—yet she still wouldn't let him go. After all, when a rabbit is frightened, it bites; how much more so when it comes to someone as modest as Wang Dapao? Just as he was about to lose his temper and confront Wang Shiyu in a full-blown showdown, Wang Shiyu suddenly added, "But if you'd like to be my younger brother, perhaps I might consider it." Wang Dapao was taken aback. Though he had been unlucky, he hadn't yet reached the point of bowing down to a young woman and accepting her as his superior. It seemed as though he had misunderstood. With a look of disbelief, he stared at Wang Shiyu, asking, "Shiyu, what did you just say?" "Wang Shiyu said it again with impatience, 'I asked you to be my junior, and from now on you're to follow my lead—do you have any objections?' This time, Wang Dabao truly listened, and gave a dismissive sigh, 'Shiyu, aren't you mistaken? If the other boys in the class find out I'm to be your junior, I'm not sure I'll even recognize my own face anymore.' This was indeed a serious issue. The impression others had of Wang Shiyu was that of a delicate, beautiful girl—gentle and frail—yet what had happened in the small grove today had revealed that Wang Shiyu was actually a formidable woman, someone who could easily knock people out or even take their lives with a word. Though Wang Dabao knew of her strength, he knew that others didn't necessarily share this awareness. To see a solid, broad-shouldered guy serving as a junior to a girl—this wasn't just ridiculous; it was utterly absurd. Wang Shiyu frowned, 'You don't agree, do you?' "Wang Dapao interjected, 'It's not that I don't agree—it's just that this isn't something that matters. Just think about it yourself, and you'll see. As a young man, if I have to take a delicate girl as my junior, then honestly, I won't need to keep fighting anymore.' 'Fighting?' Wang Shiyu's eyes twinkled, and she chuckled, 'Do you really mean fighting?' Wang Dapao couldn't quite grasp the hidden meaning behind Wang Shiyu's words. He nodded seriously. After all, one is at the mercy of circumstances—when you're under someone's roof, you have to bend. Wang Dapao knew that even if he gave it his all, he might still fall short against Wang Shiyu. Unless he used some underhanded tactics—like a sudden leg kick to the groin—but those were mostly reserved for fights with men. With women, such moves simply didn't work. A woman's lower body wasn't meant to be kicked—it was meant to be penetrated. Wang Dapao might be strong, but he knew he couldn't rough up a woman's groin. How coarse! How unfortunate! His own groin Wang Dabao looked down sadly at his now calmed trousers, shook his head in resignation, and said, "Shiyu, let's try something else, really—I can't take on the role of your younger brother. If I do, I'd feel more miserable than if I'd actually died. Maybe you should just kick me to death right now." As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, bent low, and extended his neck toward Wang Shiyu. Now Wang Shiyu was completely at a loss. She had expected Wang Dabao to agree, but it seemed clear that this man was more concerned with his dignity than with his life. Yet since she had come to this realization, she naturally understood why Wang Dabao had so strongly resisted.