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016 The Witch Yuan Xing Feared Most

"Who are you calling a witch?"

The woman turned on the light, leaning against the wall, glaring at him.

She wore a set of bear-patterned pajamas, her long hair slightly curly. The wrinkles on her clothes suggested she'd been rolling around on the sofa just now.

Yuan Xing's heart was racing.

The woman bore a resemblance to him. Every glance and blink carried a unique charm, full of mature feminine allure.

"Sis." Yuan Xing obediently addressed her.

As the little brother who'd been pranked by this sister since childhood, in his heart she was a witch.

Of course, he wouldn't dare say that nickname out loud.

"Who were you calling a witch just now? Been out wilding for a few days and getting cheeky?"

Yuan Jue pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bouncing around.

"Xing ~ Am I no longer your dearest, most lovely, most favorite beautiful sister? Are you tired of me? If you don't humour me, I'm going to throw a tantrum!"

You're already throwing one, aren't you?

Yuan Xing felt helpless.

His biological elder sis, Yuan Jue, was a handful.

"Sis, sis, calm down." He'd humour her, alright?

Yuan Jue jumped off him and tried to climb onto his back. "Carry me to bed! Hurry up!"

She needed to teach this kid a lesson, or he'd get too big for his britches.

"Fine." Yuan Xing surrendered.

If he didn't go along with this witch's wishes, who knew what torture awaited.

He carried Yuan Jue on his back, climbing upstairs.

With someone carrying her, Yuan Jue finally stopped messing around and asked about business. "Speaking of which, Xing, why did you come to this villa area?"

"Taking a friend home." Yuan Xing didn't want to say much.

"What friend, male or female? What do they look like?" Yuan Jue keen sensed gossip and started bouncing on her brother's back again.

Yuan Xing was being tortured by this witch sister.

"Not telling? I'll take a close photo right now and post it online, tell all my fans this is my new boy toy. I bet your friend will see it!"

Yuan Jue immediately pulled out her phone from her pocket and took a selfie.

She was now a prestigious Golden Award-winning actress in the film industry, with fans like stars in the sky. This photo would definitely cause a stir.

"Then I'll tell your fans that the famous actress Ms. Yuan Jue couldn't find a boyfriend, so she used her own little brother for show. Your reputation won't even collapse before your fans start laughing at you." Yuan Xing countered.

Most of Yuan Jue's fans admired her for her talent. But in recent years, she'd focused on quality projects, occasionally appearing on variety shows, rarely releasing new work.

So her hungry fans started re-watching her past interviews and shows, digging out all sorts of memes and emoticons, amusing themselves.

Of course, Yuan Jue herself didn't find it funny.

Some fans used to be her sweet little jazz, but over the years they'd turned more and more like bamboo shoot shreds.

Yuan Jue hadn't expected her little brother to be so ruthless. With her fan circle's current atmosphere, they might actually create a string of news like "pointing at brother as boyfriend" that would follow her forever.

Truly her own little brother.

"Fine, won't ask you." Knowing she couldn't get the upper hand, Yuan Jue let go and jumped off his back.

Brother-brand stair-climber had carried her up to the floor—time to discard.

Just then, Tan Mo's message came through.

Mo: Sorry about tonight

ELEVEN: It's okay.

Mo: If you're willing, would you like to visit the Tan family sometime?

ELEVEN: Is that what you want?

Without waiting for Tan Mo's reply, Yuan Xing put away his phone. Leaning against the railing, he asked, "Sis, do you have any clothes I can wear here?"

The moment her brother asked for clothes, Yuan Jue got excited. "I do! A friend of mine just became the Spokesperson for a luxury brand and gave me a few men's outfits. I remember one that would suit you perfectly. Let me go find it."

A few minutes later, she popped her head out of the dressing room. "Want me to mach a watch or something?"

Yuan Xing shook his head. "No need. Keep it casual."

"A hat?"

Yuan Xing obediently kept quiet.

"What are you standing there for? Go change so I can see." Yuan Jue pushed his shoulder and shoved him into the guest room.

Clutching the pile of clothes, Yuan Xing sighed. "Seriously, such a witch."

"I can hear you!"

After yelling from outside the door, Yuan Jue hugged her phone and sent her selfie to her younger sister.

Jue: Hehehe, who's got a brother to carry ?

Five minutes later, she received a very cool reply.

Dream: Don't disturb my sleep

Yuan Jue stared at her phone, her heart turning cold.

Her brother wasn't cute, and her sister wasn't cute either.

Today's family status: minus one.

Yuan Xing changed clothes and came out.

The moment she saw him, Yuan Jue's eyes lit up.

Her little brother was a standard handsome guy who fit popular aesthetics perfectly. With perfect innate conditions, just a little sprucing up made him look—

"Not bad, not bad. Much better than that delivery-guy outfit you had on."

She grabbed her phone and took a few more photos, sending them to Yuan Meng.

Jue: Our little brother gets more handsome every day, don't you think?

This time, instead of a message reply, she got a phone call.

"Yuan Jue, if you disturb my sleep one more time, I'll fly the helicopter over right now and strangle you!" The woman on the other end was furious.

"I'm your sister, how can you—" Before Yuan Jue could finish, the other side hung up.

Scolded by her little sis. Family status: minus one again.

"Sis, that unopened bottle of aromatherapy on your table—can I take it?" Yuan Xing's sharp eyes had spotted something good in her room.

Midnight Drunk, an unreleased product from the brand FAN. It was a trial pack given to Yuan Jue by a perfumer friend at the brand. No special package, just an ordinary glass bottle.

"You want that?" Yuan Jue finally noticed the paper bag on the cabinet.

She'd begged her friend working inside FAN for this sample. She hadn't even smelled it yet, and now Yuan Xing was snatching it away.

No way. She couldn't lose out.

"On one condition!" Yuan Jue pressed down on the bag. She needed to reclaim some dignity as the eldest sister from her little brother.

"OK？"

"Tomorrow morning, I want breakfast. Soy milk with rice noodles. Hot."

"OK!" Yuan Xing pulled out his phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"A thousand days of training, one day of use." He dialed Huaisheng's number.

Yuan Jue immediately had a bad feeling. Damn it, was her little brother really going to call in reinforcements?

At that very moment, Huaisheng, having received her boss's call, was at a bar counter, swirling a wine glass.

Her boss's voice came through the phone: "Come over early tomorrow morning and cook breakfast for my elder sister."

Huaisheng suddenly felt that the milk in her glass wasn't so sweet anymore.

She took a silent sip, mulling it over, and slowly began to catch on.

The boss had taken little sister Mo Mo home. The boss was staying at his sister's place tonight. The boss wanted her to cook breakfast for his elder sister tomorrow morning.

Meaning: the boss hadn't managed to get a bed at the Tan residence tonight, so he was planning to try again tomorrow morning?

She downed the milk in one gulp, left the bar, hopped on a shared bike, and went home to sleep.

For the sake of the boss's love life, sacrificing a bit of sleeping-time now and then was acceptable.