"Web literature?" Bai Su looked utterly bewildered. "Do you mean web novels?"

"Mm-hmm, that's right."

"So you're saying... making money from web novels? How's that even possible? Something like that can't earn real cash. Even if it did, what could we do with just a little?"

Su Su sighed.

She really shouldn't have expected Bai Su, in this timeline, to have such foresight.

If there was one big difference between reincarnators and others, it was perspective.

In the last timeline, the internet's dominance bombarded everyone with information.

Nothing stayed secret—not Julian Assange's compromised private details, not even the cat-abuser's address. Public outrage spread it all instantly.

Amid that overload, everyone absorbed fragmented data, forced to broaden their horizons.

This gave them more flexible thinking and long-term vision than past generations.

Reincarnators dared to think and act where others wouldn't.

Most Chinese still had no clear grasp of the web novel industry.

Their weak copyright awareness blocked any profit imagination.

When pirated novels cost pennies versus online subscriptions, few "fools" chose the legit route.

But Su Su knew China's web novel boom was coming.

Top authors earned over a hundred million from copyright alone. Add game, film, and music IP deals—it was life-changing.

A solid IP could feed you forever.

Now, Su Su aimed to create a groundbreaking IP in this barren era.

Like "Doupo Cangqiong," "Douluo Dalu," or "Wanmei Shijie."

Of course, copying was impossible. She'd never plagiarize—not in this life. Plots slipped her mind; original work was better. The community here was full of talented, kind folks she adored. —Su Su, the "no-copying" rebel.

The last timeline had a proven formula for commercial "beginner" novels. Follow it without major flaws, and success was guaranteed.

Strong writing or fresh twists could even make it a near-masterpiece.

But now...

Su Su suddenly blurted, "Bro, do you know 'Doupo Cangqiong'?"

"Huh?" Bai Su frowned. "'Doupo Cangqiong'? Never heard of it. Sounds epic though. A web novel?"

"Yep. But it might never exist," Su Su said with a mysterious smile.

"???"

"Never mind that. Bro, you studied liberal arts, right? Can you write novels?"

"Eh... well..." Bai Su stammered. "I've never tried..."

"No worries! Hehehe. With me here, I'll fix even the worst writing!"

"Hold on... what exactly are you asking?" Bai Su struggled to keep up with her leaps.

Hands on hips, Su Su declared proudly, "Obviously, write novels to earn money, dummy! Can't you tell?"

"Nope. Kids shouldn't worry about grown-up stuff. Just go play," Bai Su said calmly, turning back to the dishes.

*Pop—* A vein throbbed on Su Su's forehead.

*Kids?*

"Hey, you little brat! I was hauling bricks on construction sites while you were still breastfeeding!" Su Su screamed inside.

But she put on an adorably shocked face. "Eh? Why not? Writing makes money, keeps you home, and costs nothing!"

"I said no. Don't ask. Be good."

*Be good my ass!*

*Damn it!*

Though fuming inwardly, Su Su chirped sweetly, "Tell meee~ Brother~"

Thanks to their parents, both siblings inherited striking looks.

Bai Su was tall and lanky—not movie-star handsome, but a campus heartthrob drowning in love letters.

Su Su took after her mother's beauty. At fifteen, still childlike and petite, she was already the school's famed beauty.

Sadly, she'd never received a love letter.

Her face looked too young, almost elementary-schoolish—perfectly fitting China's strict anti-pedophilia laws.

"Would writing Su Su a love letter get me arrested as a creep?" haunted every admirer.

Her voice matched her looks: soft, sweet, and quintessentially loli. Speaking felt like being force-fed vitamin C lemon tea-flavored milk powder.

This wasn't fluff—it showed Su Su's cuteness power.

With looks and voice combined, her cute attack doubled.

Su Su saw Bai Su's back stiffen, his hands freezing mid-scrub.

"Hmph, little bro, you're no match for me," she thought smugly.

Boys couldn't resist a cute girl's act—especially their own sister.

That's why otaku cried, "Real sisters, scram! Give us 2D sisters!"

Real sisters were spoiled brats bullying brothers.

2D sisters were cute, smart angels who cooked and comforted.

This also explained why cute boys and busty moe girls thrived.

Only men understood men. Cute boys knew when to act pitiful to feed machismo, or silently offer tea to revive the lonely inner child.

They satisfied body and soul.

To conquer a man, soothe his heart too.

Even Bai Su crumbled under Su Su's assault. He sighed. "Su Su, you're naive. Web novels bring no stable income. What if we fail? Will we starve? You're young—you shouldn't worry."

He stacked dishes in the cabinet. "I've said it: stand behind me. I'll handle everything. This is my duty."

He chuckled bitterly. "Do I, a grown man, need a little girl's protection?"

"Su Su, relax. I'll contact Dad's friends for a loan, then find part-time work."

He took a deep breath, eyes hardening. "Worst case, I'll take a school leave. You're my hope. Nothing will touch you."

"You're my sister! Mom and Dad are gone—I'll raise you!"

Each word landed like stone.

Su Su's nose stung. The fifteen-year-old within trembled, but she held back tears, widening her eyes at him and nodding firmly. "Mm!"