"Big sis, you’ve definitely been tricked by that man! See what I mean... I told you all men in this world are stinky, rotten scum who can’t be trusted!"
Xiao Wanwan stood in front of Xiao Sisi, waving her hands animatedly as she tried to convince her sister. Dark circles under her eyes betrayed a sleepless night.
As a devoted siscon with an obsessive love for her elder sister, the sight of another man’s traces on Xiao Sisi had kept her tossing and turning all night.
Luckily, that disgusting man seemed to have only pawed at her sister with his filthy hands and hadn’t yet tainted her pure soul.
To prevent Xiao Sisi from falling completely into that bastard’s clutches, she had to take action.
"N-no way, he just said he’d finish it today. What if he stayed up late writing the song and overslept?"
Xiao Sisi began making excuses, though she knew full well Jiang Che had already finished the song beforehand. Still, she stubbornly refused to admit it in front of her sister.
"You—Sis, you can’t fall for him! That scumbag is totally lying to you! Didn’t Mom say before she passed? There isn’t a single good man in this world!" Xiao Wanwan protested loudly.
Xiao Sisi fell silent, struggling to find a rebuttal—but the words stuck in her throat.
Seeing this, Xiao Wanwan stepped closer. "Sis, what’s so great about men anyway? He’s definitely just after your body. You’re so cute and pretty—who wouldn’t be tempted?"
Xiao Sisi hesitated. After all, she hadn’t known Jiang Che for long, and he always gave off a frivolous vibe.
But just as she wavered, a message from Jiang Che popped up.
"Ah! He texted me!" Xiao Sisi exclaimed excitedly, even holding up her phone to show Xiao Wanwan—as if flaunting it.
"It must be the song he sent. Wanwan, you have to trust me... Your big sis would never misjudge someone!"
A proud smile spread across Xiao Sisi’s face.
Xiao Wanwan: "..."
Seriously, sis, what’s there to be proud of?
Opening the file, they found a fully packaged song inside—complete with sheet music, lyrics, and even a demo version sung and recorded by Jiang Che himself.
"Wow, Wanwan, look! The song’s called Invisible Wings!"
Xiao Sisi eagerly opened the lyrics, and even Xiao Wanwan couldn’t help leaning in—though her eyes were filled with disdain.
"Hmph! Let’s see what this guy’s got. Calling himself a big shot? More like a con artist preying on naive girls!"
Ignoring her, Xiao Sisi began reading the lyrics aloud.
"Every time I wander alone, I grow stronger,"
"Every time I’m hurt, I refuse to shed tears."
After skimming the lyrics, Xiao Sisi’s face lit up. "Wanwan, these lyrics actually seem really good..."
"Pfft, garbage lyrics," Xiao Wanwan scoffed without even looking.
The guy who wrote this was trying to steal her sister—automatic -10,000 points.
Next, they played the melody and followed along with the sheet music. A soothing tune flowed out, leaving both girls momentarily stunned.
Xiao Sisi’s admiration for Jiang Che soared another level. With lyrics and melody like this... how could it possibly sound bad?
"So? I think the composition and arrangement are perfect for your youthful style."
"Hmph, I don’t wanna sing it. Just because the song and lyrics look decent doesn’t mean it’ll sound good," Xiao Wanwan muttered, still pouting.
Xiao Sisi smirked. Both sisters had some musical knowledge—just glancing at the sheet music and lyrics was enough to gauge a song’s quality.
This Invisible Wings was clearly an outstanding original piece.
Xiao Wanwan was just being stubborn.
Xiao Sisi’s lips curled up slightly. Jiang Che really is talented. With just a casual effort, he’s already reached the pinnacle of the music industry.
Glancing at her sister’s defiant expression, she clicked on Jiang Che’s pre-recorded vocal demo.
A rich, magnetic voice filled the air.
The God of Singing—activate!
The divine-level vocals instantly captivated both Xiao Sisi and Xiao Wanwan.
Though Invisible Wings was better suited for a girl’s voice, Jiang Che’s god-tier singing transcended gender. Even as a male vocalist, his voice could touch the depths of the human soul!
By the time the song ended, the two sisters were still lost in its spell.
His singing skill was practically overpowered—like a five-second stun lock. If Jiang Che were in an eroge universe, this ability would be no different from hypnosis.
Five seconds of control was more than enough for most men.
"Wanwan... any more objections? Your singing skills are nowhere near his, but your voice is sweet and perfect for this song. When we film the MV, you can dress as an angel... I can already picture it going viral!"
Xiao Sisi’s words stabbed straight into Xiao Wanwan’s heart.
"Sis~~~ What do you mean ‘nowhere near his’?"
"Am I wrong?" Xiao Sisi adjusted her glasses, dead serious.
"......"
As much as she hated to admit it, Xiao Wanwan knew... that mysterious bastard’s singing was light-years ahead of hers.
"Wait, hold on! Why does his voice sound so familiar? Isn’t this that blond guy who crashed my concert?"
Xiao Wanwan had an unforgettable impression of the blond troublemaker from her live show—and his singing had a very distinct tone.
"Yep, that’s him. His name’s Jiang Che. His last song, Father, blew up, and this Invisible Wings is just as high-quality. He’s crazy talented—if we latch onto him..."
"Sis!!! No way! If getting famous means sacrificing your happiness, I’d rather stay unknown!"
Xiao Sisi gave her sister a weird look. "Who said I’m unhappy? I had a great time on my date with Blondie!"
Snap!
Another knife plunged straight into Xiao Wanwan’s heart.
"Sis—"
"Enough, Wanwan. You’re not a kid anymore—you should understand your sister’s good intentions." Xiao Sisi reached out and gently patted Xiao Wanwan’s head.
Xiao Wanwan: "......"
You’re only a few minutes older than me! And you’re barely 150cm tall—we’re both kids here! At most... you just have a slightly better figure than me!
This hurts... I wanna cry!
Xiao Wanwan's intuition told her that her beloved elder sister was about to suffer a crushing defeat this time.
Damn that blond bastard! What a despicable, rotten lowlife!
The mere thought of her noble, pure sister being touched by that blond freak's filthy hands, kissed by his foul mouth, or even worse—
Ah—
It was enough to drive her mad!
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