The Arrival of Twins

The next day.

Day 36 since "Fourth Sister" left the rankings.

Miss her!

6:00 PM.

Less than two hours left until the system upgrade is complete.

The upgrade started after dark yesterday.

Now, there's just one hour until nightfall.

And "Little Four" has arrived.

An MPV pulls up.

Two identical girls step out—same clothes, same hairstyle, even the same watches on their wrists and diamond earrings on their ears...

Like mirror images of each other.

Impossible to tell who’s who.

Cao Cheng is stunned for a solid three seconds.

But he’s also a little disappointed.

If they’re twins, it must be Third Sister and Fourth Sister.

Too bad it’s not "Second Sister."

If "Second Sister" had come, things would’ve been better. Word is she’s skilled at... ahem...

Critical hit!

Sigh.

Second Sister didn’t come.

Cao Cheng stays silent.

The twins don’t speak either.

They just stare at each other.

Both girls wear nearly identical smiles as they gaze at Cao Cheng.

Clearly, they’re waiting for him to guess who’s who—because the moment one of them speaks, the game’s over.

The one who calls him "bratty little brother" is definitely Fourth Sister.

Even if they avoid using the nickname, twins should still have slightly different voices, right?

This is tricky!

But who is Cao Cheng?

Since when does he play along with their games?

He pulls out his phone.

Dials a number.

A moment later.

Ren Yuege’s phone rings.

See?

Problem solved.

Child’s play.

Trying to outsmart him?

Cao Cheng smirks, looking smug.

Ren Yuege’s aura shifts instantly—furious, teeth gritted. Ignoring the ringing phone, she lunges to twist Cao Cheng’s ear: "Bratty little brother, you’re sneaky, aren’t you?"

The other girl just smiles—soft, gentle, pure.

Her gaze locks onto Cao Cheng, unwavering.

Probably dazzled by his sheer handsomeness.

Cao Cheng dodges Fourth Sister’s grip: "Talk properly. Who starts with violence right away? This must be Third Sister, right? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?"

Ren Yuege huffs: "No respect. This is your third sister. I’m your fourth sister. What, can’t tell us apart by looks?"

He can’t.

But isn’t that even more exciting?

"Hello, I’m Ren Yushang."

Third Sister’s voice is sweet.

The kind that instantly paints her as the obedient, well-mannered type.

Her vibe is pure docility.

Her tone is soothing, the kind that makes you feel at ease.

She extends a hand.

Cao Cheng plays along, shaking it—so soft.

"Hello, Third Sister," he says.

That single phrase makes Ren Yuege explode before Third Sister can even respond.

Ren Yuege’s face freezes.

What the—?

He changed his tone?

Why?!

"What about me?" She points at herself.

"Hello, Fourth Sister," Cao Cheng replies.

"You—I’ll end you—!" Ren Yuege leaps at him, swiping, but he dodges.

She chases him, aiming for his ears again.

Negative emotions start pouring in—critical hits. The system’s still upgrading, but that doesn’t stop it from collecting emotions. Only the prize draws are paused.

Nearby, Third Sister Ren Yushang watches their chase, her smile unwavering.

In this whole family, she was the one who most wanted a little brother.

She might not show it as openly as Fourth Sister Ren Yuege, but deep down? Only she knows.

So yeah,

She’s a little jealous.

But her personality’s different from Fourth Sister’s. She could never roughhouse like this in public.

All she can do is watch them longingly.

Until Cao Cheng "slips up," letting Ren Yuege grab his ear and yank him back.

Cao Cheng winces: "Ow ow ow—easy! That’s an ear!"

Ren Yuege, panting: "Bratty little brother, last chance. Call me sister or not?"

"It’s not that I won’t. I just need time to mentally prepare. We’ve barely known each other," Cao Cheng says solemnly.

"Bull."

If this were earlier, Ren Yuege might’ve believed him.

But after hearing "Third Sister" so easily? She’s done.

"You didn’t need ‘mental prep’ to call her ‘sister’!"

"Because Third Sister acts like one. You? You’re more like a little sister."

"You—!"

[Ding~ Negative emotions +20!]

Ren Yushang murmurs: "Let’s move the luggage upstairs first. People are staring."

Bystanders have stopped to gawk, clearly stunned by the twins.

And honestly?

Twins are rare enough. Twins this gorgeous? Unheard of.

Of course they’re staring.

Cao Cheng glares at the crowd: The hell are you looking at? Mine.

"Right, luggage. Let go." He shakes off Ren Yuege’s grip, rubbing his ear. "Third Sister, where’s the luggage? I’ll carry it!"

[Ding~ Negative emotions +21!]

Ren Yuege explodes again.

Cao Cheng grins inwardly.

If only one "sister" had come, farming negative emotions would’ve been tough. But two? Game on.

Ever heard the fable?

One monk fetches water alone. Two monks carry it together. Three monks? No one gets water.

Translation: Three people? Guaranteed emotional chaos.

Play them against each other.

Negative emotions for days.

The moment Cao Cheng saw them, he’d already decided his strategy.

So yeah,

He called Third Sister "sister" on the spot—just to mess with Fourth Sister.

Whether he can farm negative emotions from Third Sister? Whatever.

But Fourth Sister?

That’s the goldmine.

Because she snaps.

Might not be as explosive as Second Sister, but once her defenses crack? Critical hits galore.

---

Soon,

The luggage is upstairs.

Ren Yuege slams a bag of groceries onto the table, fuming.

Cao Cheng blinks: "Why’d you bring groceries?"

Ren Yuege snorts: "Bought these on the way. You’re cooking tonight."

"I don’t cook." Cao Cheng shakes his head.

"??"

Ren Yuege laughs in disbelief.

The audacity to lie this blatantly.

Ren Yuege: "The guy chopping veggies at the teacher’s place—that was you, right? Or did my memory glitch?"

Cao Cheng stays serious: "That’s different. Chopping isn’t cooking. It’s like how butchers can slaughter pigs but not raise them."

Ren Yuege is speechless: "Then explain the Coke wings you made for Lingling."

Cao Cheng coughs: "Uh… Lingling told you?"

Ren Yuege: "Not just told me. Bragged about it. Sent me photos. So, dear little brother, anything else to say?"

Cao Cheng sighs: "Fine, I’ll admit it. I can cook. But… we don’t have wings."

"I bought some." Ren Yuege smirks.

Cao Cheng hesitates: "No Coke."

"Bought that too. Every brand on the market. Pick one."

"…Out of salt."

"Wow, shocking. Got salt too. Face it—I bought everything for Coke wings." Ren Yuege grins.

She’d anticipated every excuse.

Because she knows Cao Cheng is shameless.

But…

She still underestimated him.

Cao Cheng's lips twitched: "You're ruthless. But there's no gas left at home—did you buy any?"

"..."

Ren Yuege's laughter died abruptly.

Happiness really can be transferred.

From Ren Yuege's face, it shifted straight to Cao Cheng's.

Along with a hefty dose of negativity.

"Pfft!"

Ren Yushang, standing to the side, turned away, shoulders shaking.

Watching their expressions was more entertaining than a comedy skit.

...

Ren Yuege, now furious and radiating amplified negativity, lunged at Cao Cheng for a showdown.

She kept muttering under her breath: "Oh, there's no gas, huh? No gas, my foot..."

After fuming for a good while, Ren Yuege stormed into the kitchen.

Click-click-click... whoosh!

The flame ignited.

She turned back: "And this isn't gas because...?"

"Huh? How’d that get there? Weird..." Cao Cheng feigned shock: "Who the hell swapped my gas tank?? Who’s this meddlesome jerk?"

Ren Yuege crossed her arms, smirking, her face screaming: Oh, I’ll just stand here and watch you put on this damn act.

Banter aside.

The demand from Fourth Sister (a.k.a. the "bottom-ranked" one) still had to be met—after all, this first encounter had already skyrocketed her emotional scoreboard.

Cao Cheng declared: "I’ll cook. But—conditions apply."

Ren Yuege nodded: "Spill."