What the fuck are you laughing at

A high-end computer.

After checking its specs post-installation, it turned out to be a top-of-the-line, cutting-edge configuration.

Cao Cheng had given Third Sister endless positive vibes.

Her delight was practically oozing from her expression.

It wasn’t that Young Master Cao couldn’t afford it himself—well, actually… he really couldn’t.

At the moment, he didn’t have that much cash on hand.

And he wasn’t about to dip into his first pot of gold just to splurge on a computer. It wasn’t worth rushing for.

Besides,

free stuff? Absolutely priceless.

Third Sister’s welcome gift might not have been as expensive as Fourth Sister’s wristwatch, but it hit Cao Cheng right in the feels.

This also showed that, despite being twins, the two sisters had completely different levels of attentiveness.

Third Sister was gentle—like water, soothing and effortless in making others feel comfortable.

Fourth Sister was fiery—like flames, capable of roasting someone alive.

Of course,

neither was better or worse; they just had different applications.

Fourth Sister was perfect for dating. Having a goofball like her as a girlfriend would make cohabitation a blast.

But for marriage? A woman like Third Sister would bring a man endless peace.

Choosing either had its pros and cons, its unique charms.

So,

why not both?

“Ack!” Cao Cheng yelped as his ear was suddenly twisted.

Oh no.

Could Fourth Sister read minds?

Did she just see right through him?

Ren Yuege, still gripping his ear, demanded sharply, “Talk. Where’s the watch I gave you? Why aren’t you wearing it?”

Whew.

Close call.

So it was just about the watch?

From the emotional vibes, it was clear this girl was jealous, feeling overshadowed.

Especially seeing how Cao Cheng treasured the computer like a priceless gem, she felt like she’d been one-upped.

That’s when she remembered the men’s watch she’d gifted him.

And noticed he wasn’t wearing it?

Clearly, he didn’t like it.

“Ow ow ow—let go! I don’t wear accessories. Look, no rings, no necklaces, no watches… I just don’t like feeling restrained,” Cao Cheng explained.

Truthfully, in his century-long dream life, he had worn a watch. Who hadn’t gone through a phase? He’d even rocked thick gold chains, letting them dangle outside his clothes like some nouveau riche show-off.

But after “dying of old age,” all those restraints vanished, leaving him feeling light as air.

That experience had subtly changed him—now, he simply disliked wearing accessories.

Ren Yuege pouted slightly.

Her eyes seemed to say, If you didn’t like it, you should’ve said so earlier. I could’ve gotten you something else. Why did you say you liked it last time?

Right now, Cao Cheng’s mind was fully occupied by the computer. He had no energy to engage in this back-and-forth.

So he coaxed her, “I really don’t like feeling tied down. But even though I don’t wear the watch, I always keep it with me. Here, look.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled the watch out from his storage space.

Ren Yuege’s expression instantly brightened.

Still, she grumbled, “Carrying it around like that, you’ll lose it. If you don’t like it, just sell it and get something you do like.”

“I can’t sell it. It’s a gift from my Fourth Sister—how could I? I’ll keep it with me forever, and when I die, it’ll be buried with me.” Cao Cheng delivered this with utter sincerity.

No amount of smooth talk could beat raw honesty.

Ren Yuege smacked his shoulder, scolding, “What kind of nonsense are you spouting? That’s bad luck.”

Girls were easy to appease.

As long as you had a storage space, you could keep all their gifts inside and whip them out for reassurance whenever needed.

Simple, right? Take notes, everyone.

Ren Yuege suddenly snapped back to reality and huffed, “I’m Fourth Sister!”

“Then go make me some tea.”

“Ugh, you’re so lazy.”

Despite her protest, Ren Yuege turned and headed to the living room to brew tea for Cao Cheng.

Cao Cheng returned to tinkering with his computer.

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Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Wang Haodong was practicing a new skill.

His left leg was in a cast, and he hobbled around the room on crutches, thumping rhythmically.

Gotta admit—

Wang Haodong had a real talent for this. In just one afternoon, he’d mastered the crutches like they were extensions of his arms.

With two extra “legs,” he looked even more imposing than before.

The rhythmic thud-thud of his crutches had a musical quality, rivaling any top-tier composition.

And he moved swiftly, steadily.

“How’s that?” After another speedy lap, Wang Haodong glanced at his butler.

The butler gave a thumbs-up. “Young Master, impressive.”

“Damn right.”

Wang Haodong smirked proudly. I’m a genius. Everything comes easy to me.

Feeling smug, he mused, “I’ll do another round, then go play the sympathy card in front of Yu Shang. Think she’ll soften up a bit?”

“Without a doubt, Young Master. Third Miss Ren is kind-hearted—she’ll definitely warm up to you. But…”

“But what? Spit it out. Don’t leave me hanging.” Wang Haodong scowled.

The butler hurriedly added, “But when the time comes, Young Master, you can’t move this fast. You’ve got to go slower, look more pitiful.”

“…”

Wang Haodong pondered this, then nodded. “Makes sense. You’re the real villain here.”

“??”

The butler sweatdropped. Who’s the villain here, really? Ugh, if you weren’t the Young Master, I’d roundhouse kick you…

Wang Haodong clomped out of the room on his crutches, eager to roam the halls.

Since his injury was fake, he had no shame to spare.

In fact, he was in high spirits.

Look at me, Wang Haodong—even on crutches, I’m faster than you normies. You lot are just trash, aren’t you?

Hmph!

Pathetic.

Not long after, one of Wang Haodong’s crutches accidentally jabbed someone’s foot.

The man roared, “The hell?! You blind or what?”

“Oh-ho-ho.”

Wang Haodong turned, amused, and looked down at the scowling, rough-faced brute. “Listen here, you little punk. That attitude? I don’t like it.”

“The fuck? ‘Young Master’ my ass—what’s so funny?! Keep laughing, I dare you!”

Wang Haodong couldn’t help it.

Every time the man yelled, his missing front teeth made his furious expression downright comical.

Wang Haodong burst out laughing.

“Dude, your teeth—HAHAHA—”

“Laugh at this, you bastard!” The brute swung a fist straight into Wang Haodong’s face.

Thwack!

This was a hospital—safe enough that his bodyguards weren’t shadowing his every move.

Plus,

after an hour of Wang Haodong pacing back and forth, the guards had slacked off.

So when the punch landed, Wang Haodong was caught completely off guard.

Wham.

“Laugh again, and I’ll beat you to pulp, you piece of trash.” The brute spat and stormed off.

Just then,

another burly man approached. “What’d the doc say? When can you get your teeth fixed?”

“In a couple days. Gotta wait in line. Bro, you really wanna go through with this ‘big brother’ thing? Can’t we just… not mess with him? I’m kinda scared.”

“The hell? You call yourself ‘Fierce Tiger’? More like ‘Scaredy-Cat.’”

“I’m serious, man. That guy gives me the creeps. If we just stay away, he won’t come after us, right? It’s not like we’ve got some blood feud. Just avoid the Cotton Mill neighborhood.”

“No way. I’m gonna make him my mentor, no matter what.”

Their voices faded into the distance.

Wang Haodong clutched his mouth, the pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Pah!

He spat.

Two teeth lay in his palm.

His tongue probed upward… his front teeth were gone.

"Holy shit!"