Fourth Sister: Cao, You're Dead Meat

Young Master Cao was not one to enjoy bustling crowds.

Sitting through a four-hour live event was far less appealing than being at home, lounging with The Fourth and Third Sister by his side, savoring the fruits she tenderly fed him while happily watching the Spring Festival Gala.

But this time, Cao Cheng had come for more than just experiencing a spectacle he’d never encountered in either of his "two lifetimes."

More importantly, he was here for fame.

After all,

this show didn’t sell tickets to the public—entry was strictly by invitation.

Those seated at the round tables were all representatives of sponsors, industry leaders, model workers, military delegates, tech pioneers, sports champions…

The backbone of society, people who had made significant contributions.

Even the general seating was reserved for employees of the broadcasting network and their family members.

Young Master Cao, however, sat in the front row as a sponsor representative, an outstanding youth, a "Four Virtues" role model…

The cameras frequently panned to him.

By the end of the gala, he’d been captured nearly ten times.

His face was now known nationwide.

The term "little fresh meat" hadn’t yet entered the lexicon, but that didn’t stop netizens from calling him "hubby" online!

Fame was inevitable.

And that was precisely Cao Cheng’s goal.

Because with the dawn of the internet era, selling products was no longer enough—you had to sell your persona!

Hadn’t everyone noticed? Aside from Pengcheng Ma, who kept a low profile, all the other tech giants’ CEOs were constantly on TV and social media, playing up their "approachability"?

Did people think only celebrities crafted public images?

Wrong.

These CEOs were the real masters of marketing.

Their entire strategy revolved around persona-building.

Young Master Cao was simply getting ahead of the game. Otherwise, many things wouldn’t require his personal involvement.

But unlike them, Cao Cheng wasn’t just building a persona for profit—he sought the emotions that fame could harvest.

That was his true foundation!

……

Finally,

after enduring four grueling hours,

the countdown to midnight arrived.

"10…9…8…7…"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

As the clock struck zero, the screen blazed red, with only the seconds ticking and the logos of Miracle Group and Miracle Cosmetics displayed prominently.

When the hosts finished the countdown,

their final announcement boomed:

"Miracle Group extends New Year’s greetings to Chinese communities worldwide~~~"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fireworks erupted across the country.

Just like that, 66.66 million yuan went up in smoke.

So fast!

Places like Zhonghai had banned fireworks within city limits, but the outskirts were alive with explosions and celebrations.

Amid the crackling and cheers, the venue erupted in song and dance.

And with that, Miracle Group entered the global spotlight for the first time.

From this moment on, it was full speed ahead.

……

……

The next day.

An upscale residence in Beijing.

A woman’s startled cry echoed through the house.

Her husband rushed to the bathroom in alarm, only to find his wife standing there, stark naked.

"……" The middle-aged man averted his gaze. After so many years of marriage,

one glance could ruin his sleep for the night.

He’d grown weary.

But his wife seemed oblivious, tugging at him excitedly. "Honey, look!"

"I’m not looking."

"Just look!"

"At what?"

"My face!"

"Your face… Huh?" He paused.

The woman beamed. "Notice anything?"

"Did you get work done?"

"Ugh, no! Look at my skin—doesn’t it look amazing?"

"Well… it does seem different." He wasn’t the most observant, but even he could see the change.

Her complexion was brighter, her skin fairer—not pallid, but glowing with a healthy flush.

As if she’d woken up from a perfect night’s sleep, looking years younger.

Normally, no matter how much effort she put into her makeup, she ended up looking worse than a ghost.

Age had taken its toll.

The irreversible, all-encompassing decline.

Without lipstick, she had no color at all.

But today…

The woman gushed, "It must be the cosmetics—Miracle Group’s products! Last night after my shower, I just applied some of their moisturizer…"

Her husband frowned. "I thought you said you wouldn’t use them?"

She hesitated. "Well, when I opened the package, the design looked classy—way better than most domestic brands, even rivaling foreign ones… So I tried a little."

The man mused, "Seems Miracle Group really has something special."

"Of course! How else could CEO Cao be the youngest billionaire?" She grinned, feeling like she’d struck gold.

"Remember the reports? CEO Cao himself said the formula was cutting-edge, the most advanced, safest skincare tech. I thought it was hype, but turns out China can make top-tier products too!"

Her husband pondered, then asked, "You’re sure it’s the cosmetics? Nothing else?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"I’m thinking… we could partner with them. Secure a distributorship!"

His eyes gleamed. "If we get in now, before everyone else realizes how good these are, we’ll be the ones saving them, not just riding their coattails. Plus, if the results are this strong, the profits will follow."

The woman clapped. "You’re so smart, honey!"

"Of course. How else did we build a fortune over 100 million? Sure, in Beijing that’s nothing special, but we started from scratch—all thanks to this brain of mine."

"Mwah! Best husband ever."

"Ugh…"

"……??"

……

Similar scenes played out in many households.

But…

Only a handful of bargain-hunting women had actually used the products.

Most had tossed them into a corner or left them behind at the broadcasting center, unimpressed.

Some even regifted them to relatives during holiday visits.

After all, the Miracle Group’s gift sets were marketed at 3,800 yuan, with packaging elegant enough to pass as a respectable present.

……

None of this concerned Young Master Cao anymore.

He had returned to Zhonghai.

Collapsing onto the sofa, he lazily beckoned, "Fruit, now!"

Third Sister approached with a plate, radiant as ever.

Cao Cheng blinked, momentarily stunned.

Third Sister had always been beautiful, with the added charm of being a twin. Her gentle, doting nature made her his favorite—of course, love also tinted his perception.

But now,

she’d leveled up in beauty.

Clearly, she’d used the Diamond-tier set.

The cosmetics’ tier system followed the one provided by his system, with each grade’s formulation differing in potency.

For example, the Bronze line contained just 1% of the essence solution. Even so, paired with the base formula, it outperformed all high-end competitors—effective, but not overwhelmingly so.

Silver contained 1/50th of the essence, delivering results that didn’t just double Bronze’s efficacy but outright crushed every contemporary product.

Gold, with 1/30th essence infusion, lived up to its slogan: "Youthful vitality, healthy glow."

With long-term use, it may not promise eternal youth, but at least by sixty, you could still look forty—maybe even delay menopause.

And the effects are better, with faster results.

As for the top-tier diamond-grade product—

That contains one-fifteenth of the essence.

It’s practically eternal youth!

There’s one even higher, called the ‘Supreme Gift Box.’

But this is ultra-exclusive, limited beyond limits.

It’s half of a genuine cultivation formula—fifty percent effectiveness, effortlessly preserving youth.

However,

Cao Cheng isn’t planning to release it yet.

Because the diamond-grade is more than enough for now.

……

“Third Sister, you’ve gotten even prettier?”

Third Sister smiled, pleased. “Really? I did feel like my skin brightened a bit. Your Miracle cosmetics are seriously effective—and shockingly potent.”

“No, no, no.”

Cao Cheng shook his head solemnly. “This has nothing to do with cosmetics. It’s just that my Third Sister was born stunning—so radiant she puts all others to shame. Every other woman pales in comparison, like wildflowers next to a rose.”

Third Sister pursed her lips and swatted him. “Stop talking nonsense. If Second Sister hears this, she’ll drag you into a sparring session.”

Cao Cheng sighed. “But I have to scold you, Third Sister.”

“Huh?” She blinked. “Scold me for what?”

“This isn’t fair. What’s The Fourth supposed to do? You’re twins, but you’re this gorgeous while she’s just… average. How can two sisters from the same womb be so different?”

“Pfft—”

“Cao, you’re dead!”

From the kitchen, The Fourth charged over, barefoot, launching a flying kick.

Luckily, Cao Cheng had trained.

He caught her mid-air—otherwise, she’d have landed on the couch, nice and comfy!

Once he grabbed her, they tumbled into a heap.

Cao Cheng’s return had prompted Ren’s mother to prepare a feast—a belated New Year’s dinner for the family.

Amid the chaos,

The Fourth seized Cao Cheng’s ear.

“Ow—ow! Easy! What’s wrong with you? How old are you, still pulling ears? Let go! Release me…”

She twisted harder, gritting her teeth. “What did you just say?”

“Nothing! I said Third Sister’s beautiful.”

“So I’m not, then?”

“That’s not what I meant—you’re twisting my words.”

“Oh, now I’m twisting words? Fine, I’ll show you twisted!”

“No—that’s not logic!”

“I’m the older sister. I make the logic. Got a problem?”

“……”

Truthfully,

Cao Cheng could tell The Fourth wasn’t just mad about his joke.

It was just an excuse.

She was using this chance to vent her frustrations—whether over Tang Xin or Lingling.

After all, Lingling had spent a whole month with him, only leaving right before New Year’s Eve to visit her grandma.

And Lingling had flooded her social circle with photos—all of them with Cao Cheng.

The Fourth had seen them.

Green with envy.

So,

She seized this moment to unleash all that pent-up jealousy.

Cao Cheng was sharp enough to notice.

And played along.

Women… needed soothing.

But the peace didn’t last. Soon, Eldest Sister dragged him away.

She had business to discuss—company matters. The other sisters knew better than to interfere.