Returning home.
Carrying bags and packages upstairs.
Honestly, it wasn’t tiring—Cao Cheng’s current physical condition was top-notch.
At most, it was just a bit tedious, making three trips back and forth to haul everything up.
He even brought up the luggage from the car’s trunk.
Then, staring at the mountain of stuff scattered around the room…
Cao Cheng fell into deep thought.
“Didn’t you say you were only staying for a few days? Why buy so much stuff for just a few days?”
Ren Yuege giggled. “Exactly, just a few days! But these things will stay here. I’ll come and stay whenever I have time. Any problem with that? I’m your sister!”
She kept throwing around the word “sister,” giving Cao Cheng a headache.
He couldn’t understand her—was she that desperate to be an older sister?
Was she the youngest among her sisters?
“You’re the fourth one, aren’t you?” Cao Cheng guessed.
“How’d you know! Did Uncle Cao mention me? Wait, no, Uncle Cao hasn’t even met all of us yet. How could you know?” Ren Yuege’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she stared at him.
Cao Cheng facepalmed.
Just as he thought.
A younger-brother complex?
“Just a guess… You take your time unpacking. From now on, this is your room—your boudoir. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to come in anymore.” Cao Cheng seized the excuse to slip away and laze around.
Unpacking and organizing was the worst.
This room used to belong to Old Cao. After he passed, Cao Cheng paid someone to clean it up, originally planning to turn it into a studio or gaming room.
But before he could even buy a computer, this “sister” swooped in like a cuckoo taking over a nest.
“Hey!”
Ren Yuege called out, “My dear little brother, aren’t you going to help me?”
“Nope. Unless you call me ‘big brother.’”
“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” Ren Yuege huffed.
With just a few words, Cao Cheng had confirmed it—this little girl really hated being the youngest.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t cling so tightly to her “sister” title.
Cao Cheng truly didn’t lift a finger to help. He’d even hoped to squeeze some negative emotions out of her, but surprisingly, she didn’t get mad.
This personality…
Was seriously baffling.
If a girl didn’t get angry, was she even a girl?
Seemed like he wouldn’t be able to farm much from her.
Which sisters were the ones from last time?
He’d ask her later and focus on them—those sisters packed a punch.
A moment later.
Cao Cheng stood at the doorway, sipping tea and watching her busy figure with a smirk. “Little sister, need any help?”
“Pfft—!” Ren Yuege spat out in mock disdain.
Unfazed, Cao Cheng grinned. “Last time, I was followed by two women. Which sisters were they?”
Ren Yuege’s eyes flickered, but she stayed silent.
Cao Cheng pressed, “Tell me, and I might consider calling you ‘sister.’”
After a second’s hesitation, Ren Yuege caved. “Second Sister and Third Sister.”
“Ah.” Cao Cheng nodded, then turned to leave.
“You didn’t call me ‘sister’!” she protested.
“Little sister, I lied.”
“You—!”
Cao Cheng plopped onto the couch. Still no negative emotions.
Tsk—
This girl’s temper was too good?
This was trouble.
Cao Cheng shook his head helplessly.
Was his emotion-farming career doomed to fail?
No way!
Narrowing his eyes, he started scheming.
Ten minutes later.
Cao Cheng reappeared at Ren Yuege’s door. She was arranging clothes and bedding, beads of sweat glistening on her skin.
Summer in the furnace-like city of Sanjiang was brutal.
Even with the AC on, the open window let in waves of scorching air.
Ren Yuege shot him a glare but stubbornly kept working.
Cao Cheng sighed dramatically. “Ah, fine. I’ve got a soft heart—I’ll help you out.”
Ren Yuege was easy to please. Her face lit up instantly. “And you still owe me a ‘sister.’”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll say it when I’m ready. First meetings are awkward, you know?” Cao Cheng waved her off.
“Fine. I’ll wait.” She smirked, looking unbearably smug.
Cao Cheng stepped inside.
Glancing at the neatly made bed, he got to work.
One minute later—
“What are you doing? Ugh—!” Ren Yuege shrieked.
“I just finished making the bed! You did that on purpose, you brat! Bad brother… I’ll beat you up!”
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +1]
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +1]
Cao Cheng laughed uproariously as she kicked him out.
Help her unpack?
In her dreams.
Since when was he the helpful type?
(ˉ▽￣～) Whatever!
Still,
An angry girl was way more fun.
Almost turned her into a rage monster.
Knock, knock, knock!
A few minutes later, Cao Cheng rapped on the door. “Need help, little sister?”
“Get lost, brat!”
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +1]
“Hahaha!”
Delighted, Cao Cheng called through the door, “Just shout if you need me. I’ll be right here.”
“I! DON’T! NEED! IT!”
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +1]
Perfect.
As long as she was mad, all was well.
Chuckling, Cao Cheng returned to the couch and leisurely sipped his tea.
Truthfully, he hadn’t done much—just messed up the bedding. A small act, but infuriating.
Bonus: maybe it’d drive her away.
He still had no clue what her deal was.
Living with a stranger was risky—what if she stumbled onto his secrets?
And let’s be real,
A handsome, pure-hearted guy like him…
What if she tried something?
A while later.
Ren Yuege emerged from the room.
She shot Cao Cheng a glare. “Brat!”
“…” Cao Cheng chuckled. Still holding a grudge after twenty minutes?
Typical.
Women.
Your name is: Petty.
Ren Yuege went back to work, carrying new bedsheets to the washing machine on the balcony. After fiddling with the dials, she finally caved. “Hey, brat, how does this washing machine work? What do these knobs do?”
Cao Cheng didn’t even budge from the couch. “Seriously? You can’t use a washing machine?”
“We have maids at home, hmph.”
“…”
Oh, so she’s flexing?
Sighing, Cao Cheng got up to help.
To be fair, the machine was ancient—over a decade old, with faded labels. And it was semi-automatic.
You had to move the clothes to a separate spinner after washing.
Once he showed her the ropes, Ren Yuege caught on fast.
Cao Cheng smirked. “From now on, you’re in charge of laundry.”
“Why me? I’m the sister!”
“Exactly. Sisters take care of their little brothers. Can’t even do that? Then call me ‘big brother,’ and I’ll take care of you.”
“No way, brat!”
Funny how things worked.
Sometimes, making a girl mad brought you closer.
If it didn’t? Well, she wasn’t into you anyway—so who cared?
Right?
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