Big Sister, It's Time for You to Enjoy Life

"Miracle Pharmaceuticals"

The full name is... In the East, there is a group of dream-driven modern-day Hua Tuos who believe that under the leadership of Cao Cheng and his Second Sister, they will create the miracle of life at Bio-Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.!

Second Sister would never resign.

But that doesn’t mean Cao Cheng would play favorites.

Even if a portion of the company’s shares were given to Second Sister as a dowry, so what?

After all...

The meat stays in the pot.

However,

At the moment, the company is just set up, managed temporarily by a mixed-race proxy, and hasn’t yet made a name for itself.

Only a few family members know about it.

Even Eldest Sister felt a bit sour about it.

Second Sister, The Third, and The Fourth all had joint ventures now, leaving only her out.

Eldest Sister wasn’t after money—she just felt somewhat isolated.

It was hard not to feel a tinge of disappointment.

...

Eldest Sister, dressed in a professional suit and pencil skirt,

Sat on a small stool, her slender legs unable to cross, pressed tightly together and slightly tilted—an awkward posture, to say the least.

Cao Cheng was speechless.

Why not just sit comfortably?

Who was she trying to impress with this coy act?

Take a page from my book.

Cao Cheng casually spread his legs, elbows resting on his knees—now that was a comfortable sitting position.

He couldn’t care less if anyone stared.

So,

Eldest Sister was just being dramatic.

Cao Cheng picked up a sharp knife, sliced small pieces of suckling pork, and handed them to Eldest Sister.

"Try this. I seasoned the meat myself—guaranteed to make your taste buds dance."

Eldest Sister glanced at it. Though not a big meat lover, the aroma was irresistible, teasing her appetite.

She took it with a word of thanks.

Cutting a small piece with the knife, she placed it in her mouth.

Mmm~~

Mmm, mmm, mmm!!

"This flavor is amazing," Eldest Sister praised without hesitation, nodding.

Cao Cheng grinned and tapped the bell beside him.

Soon, a qipao-clad beauty approached respectfully. "Mr. Cao!"

Without turning, Cao Cheng said, "Go, squeeze two glasses of orange juice. Add some ice."

"Right away, Mr. Cao."

Eldest Sister sighed enviously. "You really know how to live."

Cao Cheng chuckled, answering off-topic: "Sugar and fat are the worst combo for weight gain. So when eating meat, avoid sweets—no fruits. Except... orange juice. That’s the exception. Drink it while eating, and you won’t gain an ounce."

Cao Cheng’s "somewhat knowledgeable" grasp of traditional Chinese medicine wasn’t just about massages or acupuncture.

It was proper health preservation.

Principles our ancestors knew two thousand years ago—many just lost to time.

But Cao Cheng, with his god-tier inheritance, instantly recalled forgotten wisdom.

He knew exactly what true wellness meant.

...

Between bites and sips,

Cao Cheng quickly learned why Eldest Sister had come at noon.

Funding!

That’s right.

Eldest Sister was here for an investment from Cao Cheng.

Ren Chenxi had taken over the family business, officially becoming its helm as Ren's mother stepped back.

This meant Eldest Sister now had more autonomy, including shaping the company’s future.

Young people should have youthful ambition.

Ren's mother had always prioritized stability.

The result? The company hadn’t grown much—steady but stagnant.

Eldest Sister, however, was driven.

She wanted to achieve something big.

And Cao Cheng would naturally support her.

"Sure, consider it my investment," Cao Cheng said with a smile, sealing the deal in one sentence.

No talk of amounts.

None needed.

After all, Cao Cheng knew Eldest Sister well—seemingly bold but fundamentally cautious.

She was the type the bold saw as conservative and the conservative saw as bold.

Otherwise,

She’d have taken out massive loans, bought land, built properties, and repeated the cycle.

Skyrocketing the company’s valuation to trillions in no time.

Now that would be audacious.

So,

Eldest Sister wouldn’t need much—a few billion at most.

"You know what?"

Cao Cheng grinned. "Eldest Sister, you should hire a manager. Look at The Third and The Fourth—they oversee their companies but leave the day-to-day to professionals. They don’t stress over details."

"Take L'Oréal, for example. Such a massive family empire, yet they rely on managers. The first lady? Her job is just to spend."

"You should treat yourself too."

Did Eldest Sister not want to?

Of course she did.

But could she?

Obviously not.

Her mother had entrusted her with the family business. Hiring someone else to run it while she lived it up like Fifth Brother? Unthinkable.

Besides, cultures differed.

L'Oréal’s heirs could afford to play.

But in their world, hands-on effort and grit were the norms.

Eldest Sister countered, "And that’s why L'Oréal got acquired by you. The first lady was furious, and the successor is still in police custody, facing possible charges."

"..."

Cao Cheng laughed.

That logic was unbeatable.

And unarguable.

He couldn’t exactly tell Eldest Sister he had cheated, could he?

Without his "advantages," L'Oréal’s managers had been stellar. Their first lady and successor would’ve lived luxuriously, effortlessly becoming Europe’s wealthiest.

"Fine," Cao Cheng conceded with a shake of his head. "You win. But I still think hiring a few managers to assist you would lighten the load."

"I’ll consider it," Eldest Sister said, sipping her juice as she stood. "I’ll bring the investment contract for your review later."

"Whenever," Cao Cheng agreed, not pressing further.

Truth was,

Cao Cheng knew about that private talk between Eldest Sister and Second Sister.

Not from surveillance—Second Sister Ren Fanxing had confided in him after his business trip.

So he knew what the sisters had discussed that night.

It wasn’t hard to guess.

Eldest Sister feared family discord over romantic entanglements. She’d practically forced Second Sister to suppress—even erase—any feelings.

Otherwise, scandal could erupt.

And Ren's mother’s health might suffer.

Naturally, Ren Fanxing couldn’t admit she and Cao Cheng had already...

After some stammering, she managed to deflect and even promised Eldest Sister Ren Chenxi that, no matter what, things wouldn’t escalate or reach Ren's mother.

Only then did Eldest Sister reluctantly let it go.

With Tang Xin visiting during the Spring Festival and staying with Ren Fanxing—their bond genuine, not some shallow friendship—Eldest Sister grew more at ease.

She assumed Second Sister had come to her senses.

At heart, Eldest Sister just worried about Ren's mother’s well-being.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t meddle in these matters.

Matters of the heart were too personal for outsiders to judge.

But,

If we’re talking about fondness,

About affection growing over time...

That was beyond control.

It wasn’t just Second Sister.

Even Eldest Sister held deep affection for Cao Cheng.

Whether it was due to spending so much time together or because Fifth Brother Cao had saved her and cured her illness—setting all that aside—Cao Cheng had his own personal charm.

He had a way of easily attracting women.

So,

even Eldest Sister couldn’t deny that she had some affection for this rascal Fifth Brother.

But having affection didn’t mean she had to act on it.

Especially when she knew full well it was a dangerous path.

And especially when she knew stirring things up would shake the Ren family to its core. She couldn’t afford to show any hint of her feelings.

Liking someone wasn’t wrong.

It wasn’t something one could control, either.

But as adults, they should know some relationships shouldn’t be pursued.

The way things were now was just fine. They could remain siblings for life—why complicate things with anything else?

...

The leisurely days stretched on for over a month.

But some winds just couldn’t be ignored.

Like...

the title of "Financial Thief."

Cao Cheng couldn’t be bothered to respond. He just went about his days collecting emotional reactions, especially from those overseas financial institutions that kept grumbling in reports and interviews about how there was a "thief" in the Eastern District.

It seemed they were all using Cao Cheng as a cautionary tale.

They made it seem like the only reason he’d climbed to third place on the rich list was through underhanded schemes and deceit.

So while the fourth-richest man, Old Buffett, was called the "Stock God,"

the third-richest, Cao Cheng, was labeled a "thief."

What a joke.

Cao Cheng just laughed.

Mainly because these clowns kept repeating the same tired lines.

Their insults were painfully unimaginative.

Their cultural IQ was embarrassingly low.

Even internet trolls could out-insult them.

Cao Cheng couldn’t even be bothered to clap back.

Of course,

another reason he ignored them was that his silence made them even angrier—which meant more emotional reactions for him.

That was the main incentive.

Their attacks against him were like punching cotton. No matter how much they ranted or how many labels they slapped on him, Cao Cheng didn’t react at all.

The most infuriating part?

Every couple of days, Cao Cheng would post on Weibo—sometimes roasting a suckling pig, other times grilling oysters or lobsters.

Occasionally, he’d sprinkle in some eye candy.

Like the qipao-clad beauty pouring his wine, whose side profile alone outshone countless campus belles.

Envy-inducing, to say the least.

Then there were the photos of him giving The Fourth a massage or playfully roughhousing with her.

All while collecting emotional reactions from his haters and showing just how little he cared about those overseas financial institutions.

Tell me, isn’t that just maddening?

The foreign bigwigs were furious, but they still had some decorum to maintain—after all, they hadn’t reached their breaking point yet. Image was everything.

Even when robbing someone, they needed an excuse, right?

Didn’t matter if it was over "weapons of mass destruction" or a bag of flour.

As long as there was a pretense, it was fine.

They had face to save.

But their lapdogs? No such shame. They’d lie without blinking.

Suddenly, a well-known domestic financial analyst popped up.

A few days ago, in an interview with the Financial Times, he publicly declared that Cao Cheng didn’t belong in the financial world. Even if he’d made a fortune, it was built on "sucking the blood" of people both at home and abroad.

This wasn’t finance—it was a "blood-sucking" racket.

Every cent Cao Cheng earned was drenched in the blood of the global populace.

The statement caused an uproar.

But the guy wasn’t done. After the interview blew up, he doubled down with a lengthy Weibo post, expanding on his argument to further attack Cao Cheng.

Was this tolerable?

Absolutely not!

It had been a while since someone had dared to provoke him like this.