The Storm Over Borrowing Money.
It completely shattered Eldest Sister's defenses.
First major breakdown ever!
Negative emotions skyrocketed past a thousand, even reaching 20002!
Far surpassing Second Sister.
Turns out Eldest Sister is a hidden boss.
Thinking about it, it makes sense.
Eldest Sister manages the finances and has always prioritized the family's interests.
This isn’t about good or bad—it’s just doing her job.
Even in ordinary families, if parents had 200,000 in savings and decided to lend 10,000, the kids would be upset.
Let alone 100 million!
Eldest Sister went to Mother, making it clear she didn’t support this.
But Mother seemed "possessed," not just supporting it but enthusiastically backing Cao Cheng’s plan to use the 100 million, her face full of anticipation.
Unbelievable.
Eldest Sister then confronted Cao Cheng.
During the New Year, the two had often accompanied Mother to social events, so they were familiar enough to talk.
When Eldest Sister Ren Chenxi arrived, Cao Cheng smiled brightly.
He’d anticipated this when borrowing the money.
So the moment they met…
He immediately played the "chosen one" card.
"How about a bet?"
"Bet on what?"
"Bet on whether I can double this 100 million in three months."
Are you insane?
That was the first thought in Eldest Sister’s mind.
She acknowledged that geniuses existed—people who could double 100 million in months.
Rare, but they existed.
But this guy in front of her… did he have that ability?
She couldn’t see it.
After all this time, her understanding of Cao Cheng was superficial at best:
His tall, well-proportioned frame, his standout charisma, sharp features, deep and mysterious eyes, the elegance of a painting’s noble young master…
But beyond that?
What else was he?
And let’s be real.
Doubling 100 bucks? Easy.
1,000? Not hard.
10,000? Doable.
But 100 million… doubled.
Do you even grasp what that means?
Most people wouldn’t dare brag like this!
……
Eldest Sister was unraveling—frustration, suspicion, and other negative emotions pouring out.
After a long silence, she steadied herself. "What’s the wager?"
"A massage. If you lose, you give me ten massages."
Had to be this.
Otherwise, what was the point of studying traditional medicine?
Eldest Sister considered it.
Not too outrageous.
A little embarrassing, maybe.
She asked, "And if you lose?"
"If I lose, I’ll give you ten massages—no, scratch that. As a man, I’ll go big: 10,000 massages."
(??ˇ?ˇ??) "……"
A hint of something flickered in Eldest Sister’s eyes as she shot him a look.
Your scheming is practically slapping me in the face.
10,000 times?
At one a day, I’d be old by the time you finished.
"Change it!" Eldest Sister shook her head with a light huff.
Post-breakdown, her expressions were far more vivid.
Before, it was all gentle, warm smiles—playing Mother’s role perfectly.
Now, she showed glimpses of a real girl’s emotions.
"Change it? Fine, you pick. Like… if I lose, I leave this house?" Cao Cheng’s tone was bold.
"……"
Eldest Sister was speechless.
That wasn’t her intention.
At first, none of them had liked Uncle Cao or accepted this sudden stepfather.
But two months ago, Mother had talked to her and Second Sister.
She hadn’t gone into detail, but she’d hinted this wasn’t some impulsive marriage.
They’d known each other before, forced apart by circumstances.
Now, decades later, fate had brought them back.
So,
Second Sister had stopped targeting Uncle Cao, even if she still called him "Uncle" half-heartedly.
As for Eldest Sister, she’d accepted it. Kicking him out wasn’t on her mind.
Besides,
Could they even do that?
Mother had mentioned wanting a child with Uncle Cao.
And how doted on was this brother? Everyone could see it.
Could they really break that up?
Wishful thinking.
If this bet reached Mother’s ears, she’d be furious.
After a pause, Eldest Sister said, "If you lose, you consult me before using family funds. We discuss it before you go to Mother."
Worried about being misunderstood or accused, she quickly added,
"You don’t understand company operations. Money’s tied to many things. Suddenly borrowing 100 million—part of it’s Mother’s, fine, but some is company funds."
"Large, abrupt withdrawals can disrupt projects and plans."
"So,"
"I need advance notice. If it’s legitimate, I won’t refuse. I can even prepare."
"Fair bet?"
It was reasonable.
And her reasoning was airtight.
This was likely a one-time loan anyway.
Cao Cheng agreed. "Deal."
Eldest Sister exhaled. "Then it’s settled. Let’s see you double that money."
Her tone wasn’t mocking, but her eyes screamed disbelief.
Most people had never even seen a million, let alone 100 million.
Handling that much would leave anyone dazed.
How would they even invest?
Would they even know where to put it to make a profit?
So,
Her skepticism was fair.
People judge by their own limits—she certainly couldn’t turn 100 million into 200 million in three months.
If she could, she’d have taken over Mother’s workload long ago, letting her rest.
……
……
Late February.
Second Sister was back from leave.
The case had a ten-day deadline. Unsolved.
But they’d identified a "suspect."
The past days had been spent chasing leads and issuing warrants.
Yet the suspect had vanished from Zhonghai.
No record of leaving the country.
Checks on railways, highways, waterways—nothing.
The suspect had simply disappeared.
Probably hiding in some Zhonghai back alley.
The search was handed to local police; the task force stood down.
They hadn’t met the deadline, but with a suspect named, no penalties followed.
Just exhaustion.
Second Sister returned tired but in decent spirits.
The initial rush had eased after identifying the suspect—sleep and meals became regular again.
Entering the living room,
She saw Cao Cheng sprawled on the sofa.
Last year’s hit drama, Qiao’s Grand Courtyard, played on TV.
Pretty good!
[Ding~ Negative emotions 5002]
Second Sister’s back?
Cao Cheng jolted upright and turned.
Sure enough.
That instant irritation and double emotional damage could only mean one person: Second Sister.
Cao Cheng finally figured it out—Second Sister was just jealous and resentful. The reason she couldn’t stand him was that everyone else was busy while he was living the easy life.
She couldn’t swallow it!
Tch.
Women—your Japanese name is: Petty Little Heart.
As the youngest brother in the family, can’t I enjoy myself a little?
Being an older sister, it’s not good to be so narrow-minded.
Look at The Third—she’s so much better. When she saw me watching TV, she even made me a cup of coffee so I wouldn’t get sleepy and could enjoy the drama more.
They’re sisters, but why is the gap between them so huge?
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