My Superstar Sister Is a Simp (2)

An Wan wasn’t wearing headphones, so An Xiaowei heard a gentle male voice coming from the other end.

"It’s okay, baby. Just be more careful next time. Stick with me, and I’ll carry you to victory."

An Xiaowei: (；OдO)

She was shocked to realize she no longer had goosebumps—because they had already fallen off in disgust.

Good grief, could these two be any more nauseatingly cheesy?

An Xiaowei actually felt like she was experiencing morning sickness.

Meanwhile, An Wan, who had been lost in the sweet voice of her "hubby," finally snapped back to reality when An Xiaowei walked up to her.

She hastily muted her microphone and looked up at her little sister with her beautiful eyes.

"Uh, Xiaowei, I ordered takeout earlier. The food’s in the—uh, not the bathroom—the kitchen. It’s still warm." An Wan was internally panicking.

She nearly bit her tongue in the process.

She and Xiaowei had relied on each other since childhood—their mother passed away early, and their father ran off with the family’s money. An Wan had been the one paying for Xiaowei’s tuition all these years.

Fortunately, she had been scouted as a child star and had since risen to become a top-tier celebrity, so supporting Xiaowei wasn’t difficult.

After all, Xiaowei was an easygoing girl—except for one small issue.

She absolutely despised men, thanks to the trauma left by their father.

If Xiaowei found out she was in an online relationship with someone whose face she’d never even seen, her impression of An Wan would probably plummet.

Just as An Wan was fidgeting nervously, Xiaowei suddenly asked, "You’re married? Is it a man or a woman? Where do they live? How many houses and cars do they own? Not that any of that matters—I think you’d be better off keeping five sugar babies instead."

An Wan was still processing the barrage of questions when the last sentence made her burst out laughing.

"Xiaowei, stop joking. I just… kinda like him. A little."

As she spoke, An Wan clutched her skirt, her fair cheeks flushing pink. That shy expression said it all.

Anyone could tell what was going on.

An Xiaowei: (；一_一)

"If I’d had the skills to make a superstar simp for me through online dating back then, I wouldn’t have spent five years hauling bricks at a construction site," An Xiaowei muttered to her system, A Si.

A Si fell silent for a moment.

"Do you really like superstars?"

"Nope," An Xiaowei shook her head.

But why was the system asking?

She grabbed the reheated takeout from the kitchen, sat on the couch, and started eating while side-eyeing An Wan.

An Wan didn’t dare unmute her mic now. With a pained expression, she typed to her in-game partner, Yan Chen (ID: 【Zhuohua】): "My little sister’s here, so I can’t talk right now."

【Zhuohua】: Then at least put your headphones on.

【Zhuohua】: Hey, Yaoyao, I heard you’re also in Bifang City. Want to meet up? I’m in Lanling District.

An Wan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Lanling District.

She lived there too.

Silently putting on her headphones, she was immediately struck by a deep, velvety voice that sent shivers down her spine.

"I want to see you."

Those words hit her right in the feels.

An Wan could already imagine what a refined, gentle man he must be.

This was downright lethal.

Criminal, honestly.

How could her "hubby’s" voice be so irresistible? Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like the poor deer inside might just keel over.

That deer was carrying burdens no deer should ever bear.

【Taoyao】: Okay, send me the address. I’m free this afternoon.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she typed.

After three years of online dating, she was finally about to meet him in person.

Meanwhile, An Xiaowei watched her sister’s flushed face and shaky hands, raising an eyebrow.

Was she… having a seizure?

"She’s meeting the male lead this afternoon. To stop their relationship from progressing, you have to ruin this date," A Si instructed.

"Are you sure my interference won’t just make An Wan think I’m being unreasonable and push them closer together?"

An Xiaowei had never been in a relationship, but she’d consumed enough drama to know the tropes.

Obstacles only fueled the protagonists’ passion.

Even though this was supposed to be a fluffy romance novel (at least in the early stages), it couldn’t escape this universal law.

Adults were stubborn—the more you told them not to do something, the more they’d do it.

Back when An Xiaowei was working at an electronics factory, they’d asked her to work overtime. She refused and tried to leave—only to get fired on the spot.

Shaking off that painful memory, A Si asked, "Then what’s your plan?"

"I’m gonna smoke, drink, get a perm, and start dating—right in front of An Wan."

A Si: "…"

"You’re breaking character. That’s not acceptable. An Wan would get suspicious."

An Xiaowei was supposed to be a quiet, well-behaved girl—just a little socially awkward.

"Fine, if you say so. I’ll just tag along and see what happens."

If all else failed, she could always dig up dirt on the male lead. It wasn’t like he was a saint anyway.

As An Xiaowei plotted, An Wan, having just finished her game, didn’t even bother explaining her online romance to her sister.

She rushed into her walk-in closet.

First impressions mattered—she had to look perfect for the man she liked.

"Xiaowei, what kind of style do you think I should go for? Elegant? Sophisticated? Or maybe something more alluring?" For the first time, An Wan found getting dressed overwhelming.

With her classical beauty, she could pull off any look.

Given how refined her "hubby’s" voice was, he’d probably prefer someone graceful.

Maybe a qipao?

But that didn’t seem very date-appropriate.

As An Wan agonized, An Xiaowei walked over. "You’re meeting your online boyfriend?"

She honestly thought her sister had lost it.

She was a superstar—her face was plastered all over the city. And now she wanted to meet some rando from the internet?

Ridiculous.

Wouldn’t it be easier for the male lead to just turn on the TV? The currently airing top-rated drama starred An Wan.

At least that version was in high definition.

"No, no! Sister Ning just called. I have a meeting with a scriptwriter today to discuss a project. Gotta look professional, you know?"

An Wan delivered the lie flawlessly. As an actress, her skills were unmatched among her peers—except when it came to fooling her little sister.

"Sure. When’s Sister Ning picking you up?"

An Xiaowei knew Ning Moqing well—An Wan’s agent, the daughter of the producer who had launched An Wan’s career. Her competence was undeniable.

If not for the male lead’s interference, Ning Moqing would’ve guided An Wan to even greater stardom.

Hearing Xiaowei’s question, a bead of sweat rolled down An Wan’s temple.

Her sister was way too sharp.

"She’ll be here soon. You should rest—you just finished your internship, right? And you still have your thesis to write. Focus on that so you can land a good job after graduation."