The Picked-Up Sister Acts Strange (Complete)

"Have you been staying here all this time just to play mahjong with us?" Le Xiaowei was utterly baffled.

"There are some things I can't explain to you, but I hope we’ll have the chance to meet again someday—if you can return to how you were before."

Chi Mu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly.

Just as Le Xiaowei was about to respond, Chi Mu added, "Looking forward to your ascension to godhood."

Le Xiaowei was completely lost, but before she could ask anything else, she saw Yuan Qiaoqiao waving at her, dressed in a pink down jacket.

"Big sis, let’s go home!"

When Le Xiaowei snapped back to reality, the sensation of her soul settling in felt unsettling. This world, both strange and familiar, made her eyes sting with unshed tears.

That "big sis" had actually done it—she was alive, her brother was alive, and the lost fragments of their souls no longer seemed so significant.

As for Yuan Qiaoqiao’s existence, she had once asked the celestial sister about it. She was told that Yuan Qiaoqiao wouldn’t interfere with them.

Once she returned, Yuan Qiaoqiao’s presence would fade from the memories of Le Xu and the others.

Back at the villa, Le Xiaowei paused at the doorway, watching as Le Xu spoke sternly to Yu Qiu. Unable to hold back any longer, she rushed forward and threw herself into Le Xu’s arms.

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Brother, I missed you."

Love and friendship in this world are precious, but familial bonds are irreplaceable for everyone.

Caught off guard by the hug, Le Xu froze for a moment before patting her back gently, his own eyes reddening.

"Silly girl, it’s good to have you back."

At that moment, all of Le Xu’s earlier confusion about Xiaowei vanished. No matter who that person had been before, he would always regard her as his little sister—after all,

she had saved the only blood relative he had left in this life.

(End of Chapter)

Staring at the scene on the screen, Xiaowei, now back in the void, felt a pang of emotion.

This was the first time Si had allowed her to see the world she left behind.

"Wahh, this is so touching." Xiaowei grabbed a pink cat-shaped bowl to catch her tears.

Si: "..."

"This time, you get eight hours of rest. In the future, your breaks will gradually lengthen. Consider this your reward for the mission."

A pale golden treasure chest materialized before Xiaowei.

"Ooh, gold!" She immediately hugged the chest to herself and then bit down on it experimentally.

But her teeth met nothing—it wasn’t a physical object. Disappointed but undeterred, she opened the system panel.

Novel Title: None (Fused World, No Title)

Main Quest Completion: 99% (Close Enough)

Main Quest Reward: 60% of the original soul’s light, 500 points.

Side Quest Rewards: Emo Notebook, an unidentified staff.

Current Points: 878

No skill draw this time?

Xiaowei opened the treasure chest and found the two special items inside—one of them being the staff she had used in the apocalyptic world.

Special Item: [Emo Notebook]

Description: [A notebook belonging to an unlucky deity. Writing someone’s name in it will curse them with ten days of misfortune, turning them into an emo wreck—without endangering their life.]

Oh-ho!

This thing is fun.

Not lethal, but hilariously humiliating. Xiaowei loved stuff like this.

She then picked up the staff.

Unfortunately, there was no description for it, leaving her clueless about its powers. She set both items aside and browsed the shop, settling on a three-point storage shelf. After purchasing it, a white shelf, about her height, appeared beside the bed.

Placing the staff and notebook on it, Xiaowei watched as a faint white glow lifted the items, suspending them mid-air. She added the world-traversal key to the shelf as well.

Ignoring the setup, she absorbed the soul’s light, feeling an immediate warmth spread through her, as if every pore had opened.

She walked over to the full-length mirror.

Now, her form and features were finally visible.

The girl wasn’t too tall or short—just around 160 cm—with pale white hair cascading down to her waist. Her skin tone looked a bit odd, but her eyes were clear as spring water, framed by a delicate, doll-like face that was almost unnaturally fair.

She wore a light blue fairy-style gown, her slender legs faintly visible through the translucent fabric as she stood awkwardly.

Anyone seeing her might think something was wrong!

Is this...

White-Haired Witch Xiaowei?

She found the hair a little creepy.

"Your soul’s light isn’t enough yet. Once you gather more, your appearance and tactile sensations will become almost lifelike. For now, having a solid form is already progress," Si explained softly, as if sensing her thoughts.

She had already assimilated Yuan Qiaoqiao into herself.

The warmth of this soul fragment was likely due to Xiaowei’s leniency toward her.

Still, she stored Yuan Qiaoqiao’s emotions in a safe.

"Fine then. By the way, Si, can I pick the next world early?" With eight whole hours of break time, Xiaowei was already feeling restless.

"You’re not resting?" Si sounded surprised.

After the last two worlds, Xiaowei had been so exhausted she looked ready for her own funeral. Now, she was bouncing around.

Guess Yuan Qiaoqiao was weaker than Mu Miao and Ning Moqing.

Si smirked inwardly.

"In that case, choose from these three." With a wave, three golden-glowing books appeared before Xiaowei.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe..."

One book stood out among the candidates.

"A female-centric novel? And it’s set in the entertainment industry?" Xiaowei blinked at the title.

"Help! Movie Emperor, Your Top-Tier Wife is Flirty and Irresistible"

Exactly fifteen characters—the author had cut it close to the platform’s word limit.

"Yep," Si confirmed.

Xiaowei clapped her hands.

"Modern setting this time! So, am I filthy rich?"

Si checked her assigned identity.

"Your family’s loaded. Hundreds of billions in assets," Si chuckled.

Holy—

Hundreds of billions?!

That’s nation-level wealth!

Would she need to drive a car just to get from the front door to her bedroom? And wake up on a 20,000-square-meter bed?

The immersion was too strong—she already felt like a spoiled heiress.

"But wait, would someone from a family like that even have unfulfilled regrets? Unless... the agony of having too much money to spend?"

Xiaowei considered it a real possibility.

Ahem, you’ll find out when you get there. For now, all I can say is that you’ll be a freshman in college when you arrive."

Sorry, just woke up, I’m a dumb dog.

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