I've Had Enough of This Family

"How should we handle this? Do we need to respond?"

Evening.

Eldest Sister found Cao Cheng.

Cao Cheng had just taken off his gaming helmet, shook his head, rolled his shoulders, gritted his teeth, sniffled… and transformed into "Gazi."

Of course.

This little routine of his was entirely deliberate. "Help me with a massage, will you?" he said.

Eldest Sister had no idea what he was up to, but he looked exhausted.

With a sigh, she put down her tablet and walked over to give him a rubdown.

She was used to it by now.

Cao Cheng let out a few satisfied groans.

"Ah, yes, right there—perfect. A little to the right… good, good, just like that. Put some strength into it—ahh…"

Smack!

Eldest Sister smacked him lightly. "Must you always make those ridiculous noises?"

"Feels good, can’t I express that?" Cao Cheng chuckled.

As he spoke, he leaned back.

Right into the softness of two pillows.

Eldest Sister didn’t pull away.

Again… she was used to it.

……

Eldest Sister saw the family dynamics clearly.

Even if she hadn’t witnessed certain things firsthand, she understood them perfectly.

But what could she do?

It wasn’t that her sisters lacked ambition—it was just that this little brother of theirs spoiled them rotten.

Martial arts techniques, rare elixirs, eternal youth serums…

Not to mention the family’s soaring status and influence.

In just a few years, they’d reached unprecedented heights.

Put simply—

Even though this lazybones spent his days fishing, sipping tea, occasionally playing chess with old men… or even gambling at mahjong,

his contributions to the family were unmatched.

Sometimes, without lifting a finger, a single word or a new invention from him could elevate the family by several tiers.

Beauty products and gaming aside,

just look at real estate…

Back then, the Ren Group had some local clout as an established brand, passed down through generations.

But in terms of actual wealth? They barely made the list.

Now?

A single project, "Global One," had made Ren·Miracle Group a household name worldwide.

That one property alone cemented Ren’s dominance in the industry.

Hadn’t they seen all the top global developers flocking to learn from them?

And then there was Cao Cheng’s reputation.

No matter how much foreign critics maligned him,

domestically?

Anything he endorsed was met with overwhelming public support.

Even if prices were high, people might grumble about the cost—but never the quality.

Especially with their properties.

They’d become city landmarks,

with swarms of visitors daily just to take photos.

……

So,

with all these factors stacked together,

the sisters had long become inseparable from Cao Cheng.

Even if they now had the wings to fly solo,

years of pampering had left them too comfortable to leave the nest.

The occasional little indulgence?

That was just an unspoken understanding between them.

……

Eldest Sister glanced down at her little brother, who was shamelessly using her chest as a pillow while pretending to nap.

She didn’t protest, continuing to knead his shoulders as she casually asked, "About the SBC news—should we respond?"

"Several foreign companies are seeking partnerships… even local government bodies have reached out, hoping for an official bulk purchase of gaming helmets."

"Especially the Yanks—they want a million units, backed by a military order."

"They’ve probably figured out the helmets’ real purpose," Eldest Sister speculated.

Cao Cheng kept his eyes closed and chuckled.

"Only realizing it now? They’re way behind!"

"Our own soldiers have been training with these for nearly a year. By the time they catch up, they’ll be a whole generation behind."

Not that he blamed them for being slow.

He’d expected the Yanks or the Euros to wise up sooner after the helmets’ capabilities were exposed.

But…

while some reports had surfaced,

neither side had taken it seriously at first.

Maybe they underestimated the training potential, or maybe the civilian gaming market misled them.

Either way,

their delayed reaction was laughable.

Even if they bought helmets now, they’d lack compatible training software.

They’d have to develop their own—

and then get Cao Cheng’s approval before distribution.

That was how he kept them in check.

……

Eldest Sister asked, "So we ignore them? Or stall for now?"

Cao Cheng shook his head. "Ignore them."

Hmph!

Eldest Sister pinched him. "Stop squirming."

Cao Cheng grinned but didn’t address the fidgeting. Instead, he pivoted:

"It’s not that we can’t sell. But remember—these helmets require high-speed networks. Buyers need dedicated broadband lines, which cost extra."

"That’s for domestic use. Overseas? They’d need direct wired connections to ensure stable speeds."

He wasn’t lying.

The helmets were wireless in theory—

usable anywhere, be it the bathroom, living room, or balcony.

But they also had Ethernet ports for wired connections, ensuring lag-free performance.

In fact,

over half of domestic users had opted for dedicated fiber lines,

specially installed by telecom providers.

……

Cao Cheng tilted his head back, nuzzling slightly.

Eldest Sister instinctively arched away, glaring down. "You—"

He met her gaze with a smirk. "Sis, hand this off to the telecoms, network providers, and 5G companies. Let the Yanks negotiate with them first. If they reach a deal, we’ll sell…"

"After all, we’re just a hardware company. Without backend network support, our helmets are glorified motorcycle simulators."

Eldest Sister paused, then instantly grasped his meaning.

With a faint smile, she nodded. "Got it. I’ll reply to them tomorrow morning."

As the head of the conglomerate,

even matters typically handled by Ren's mother fell under her purview.

"Alright, enough."

Cao Cheng stretched. "You’ve been massaging me for ages—let me return the favor."

"No way." Eldest Sister shot him a knowing look. She hadn’t forgotten last time.

He’d nearly crossed the line.

Seeing her wariness, Cao Cheng sighed dramatically. "Where’s the trust?"

"Trust you? Please." She turned to leave.

Cao Cheng called after her, "Bet you won’t 1v1 me in PUBG. Loser accepts punishment."

"Not falling for that again. You cheat." Eldest Sister quickened her steps.

Only Cao Cheng was left behind, his face dark with anger.

This house isn't worth staying in anymore!