In his panic, Chuyun barely thought. His mind was full of defusing the tension and putting out his sister’s erupting little volcano. He just blurted it out.

The moment he finished, Chuyun wanted to slap himself. Was he really that stupid?

He’d worried someone might slip up earlier. But he never expected it’d be himself.

He truly didn’t know why he’d blurted out holding Shiqi in bed watching movies. He really, really felt like crying over his own idiocy.

Those words did solve the crisis between his sister and Sister Waner. But a new crisis emerged—and it was all his own.

Hearing Chuyun, Xia Shiqi nearly burst out laughing. She could barely hold it in. She’d never expected he’d say it himself.

Her saying it wouldn’t hit as hard as him admitting it. She saw Lin Waner’s phony face turn sour.

"Hmph, you even have the nerve to mention it? You held me so tight yesterday—I almost melted into you!"

Xia Shiqi wouldn’t miss this chance to strike. Annoy her, annoy her—better yet, make her explode.

Seeing Lin Waner like this felt amazing. Better than scoring free snacks. She’d endured this phony girl for years. For once, she had the upper hand. She’d go all out.

Shiqi, please—don’t add details!

Chuyun wanted to cry. Holding Shiqi in bed watching movies was bad enough. Now with extra details? People would call him a creep.

At least he’d only slipped about this. Otherwise, he’d never see tomorrow’s sun.

One glance at Lin Waner’s face confirmed it. Sister Waner definitely thought he was a creep. Late at night, alone at home, holding a pretty girl on her bed watching movies? No normal person would do that.

If she knew what else he’d done with Shiqi… Chuyun couldn’t even imagine it.

"Chuyun, it seems your bond has grown so strong. I’m truly happy for you both," Lin Waner said with a stiff smile. She never expected them to recover this fast. Sharing a bed at night? She didn’t believe Xia Shiqi, that little brat, would hold back.

Chuyun thought Lin Waner was mocking him as a creepy brother-lover. But she wasn’t. She just wanted to keep up appearances—even though she was furious.

This was beyond clearing up. Chuyun felt tears welling. Even silly Han Youwei and junior Shu Xiaoyue eyed him strangely.

He’d only hugged innocently. But who’d believe that after Shiqi’s details?

Time to get everyone into the cafeteria. Their stares were unbearable.

"Let’s eat in the cafeteria. Standing out here isn’t good," Chuyun said, rushing inside. He just wanted to escape.

They followed, hiding their thoughts.

"Where’d this life winner come from? Surrounded by beauties—I’m so jealous."

"Wait, isn’t that the middle school’s White Lotus Fairy, Xia Shiqi?"

"Just like rumors—so pure. Total opposite of the Little Witch, Chu Yiyi!"

"The others are stunning too. That silly-looking one? Adorable!"

"Pfft, just some girls. I’ve got dozens of waifus. Nothing to envy."

...

Amid envious stares and whispers, Chuyun led four uniquely beautiful girls to a random seat.

The moment he sat, Xia Shiqi plopped onto his lap.

Chuyun froze. Shiqi on his lap? At school? Before, he rarely even saw her here. Let alone this. If someone told him his sister would sit on his lap at school, he’d believe aliens existed first.

He felt happy yet awkward. Happy she was close even at school. Awkward under Sister Waner, Han Youwei, and Shu Xiaoyue’s stares. Unbearably awkward.

"Holy crap! Did I see wrong? The White Lotus Fairy’s on that guy’s lap!"

"Damn it—who is he? How’d he steal our middle school’s flower queen?"

"Isn’t he the freshman rep? He gave a speech yesterday."

...

Sister Waner’s group was hard enough. Now with classmates staring and whispering, he had to act. His face wasn’t thick enough to keep Shiqi on his lap.

Chuyun leaned close to her delicate ear. "Shiqi, get down. Everyone’s watching. I’ll hug you at home, okay?"

"I won’t! You can’t tell me what to do. Hmph!"

Xia Shiqi stayed put. She’d sat here on purpose—to infuriate that phony Lin Waner.

Lin Waner’s face showed no anger. But Xia Shiqi knew she was seething inside. Hiding emotions was her specialty.

Today, Xia Shiqi would make her pay. Every bit of resentment, fury, and grudge from years of enduring that shameless phony woman—she’d return it all. Or she wasn’t Xia Shiqi.