Su Su’s fifteen-year-old soul was so moved it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

But her thirty-year-old, uncle-like soul remained utterly unmoved by Bai Su’s words.

In fact, she found his thoughts rather childish.

Male chauvinism? Toxic masculinity?

She couldn’t recall him holding such weird views at eighteen back in her previous life.

So she spoke calmly: “Bro, I know you mean well. But please don’t force your views on me.”

“Don’t act all macho, thinking you can shoulder everything alone. I’m not just some weakling hiding behind you—I’m your sister.”

“What even is family?” Su Su asked.

Bai Su froze.

The old Su Su would never have spoken to him like this. What was going on?

Seeing his silence, she gave her answer: “Family is a shared fate—joy and hardship together.”

“Bro, I truly thank you. I know you just don’t want me hurt. But you should also know I refuse to be a useless idiot hiding behind you. I want to help you. To share every difficulty we face.”

“Brother…” She smiled, locking eyes with Bai Su. “We’re family. Shouldn’t we support and encourage each other?”

With that, she took his hand.

Bai Su stared at their clasped hands. After a pause, he nodded. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I didn’t consider your feelings when I spoke earlier.”

Su Su’s heart leapt—she almost cheered.

Unbelievable! She’d actually changed this stubborn fool’s mind. A miracle in human history.

“But!” Bai Su added suddenly. “You need to recover first! Forget about making money for now.”

He smoothly pulled his hand away and ruffled her hair. “Look at your health. How can you handle such troublesome things? So, my dear sister Bai Susu, just listen to your brother, okay?”

Su Su slapped his arm away with a *smack*. “No! I hate you the most!”

“Sigh…” Bai Su sighed. “Silly kid. When you grow up and see the world’s darkness, you’ll understand my intentions. I’m doing this for your own good.”

Su Su secretly rolled her eyes.

Typical kid stuff.

Did all teens see society this way? Why paint it as so cruel?

Their “knowledge” came from online rumors, media snippets, and hearsay.

The internet overflowed with lies. Media stories were often outliers. Gossip twisted truths beyond recognition.

But teens didn’t care.

Truth mattered less than shock value.

Adolescence was all about standing out. They burned with energy and curiosity, forming identities, desperate to be unique.

They were sensitive, vivid imaginations magnifying every tiny change.

Sadly, they claimed to understand society’s machine while hiding in school and home—never stepping out to truly see it.

Yes, darkness existed.

Greedy capitalists hoarded wealth, manipulating markets for insane profits.

Ordinary people got crushed in their battles—losing everything, even taking their own lives.

Corrupt officials fattened themselves on bribes, wasting public sweat and blood.

But these were exceptions.

The world wasn’t that complex. Or cruel.

Most of it was still beautiful.

We shouldn’t deny its beauty over rare shadows. That’s irrational.

We only need to know one thing:

With money, this world is truly wonderful.

“Money’s not the problem—the problem is having none,” Su Su thought desperately.

Knowing so much as a reborn soul but unable to act? Utterly crushing.

“I’m such a disgrace to reincarnators. Fine, I’ll just quit the group chat,” she muttered.

“Huh? What did you say, Su Su?”

“Nothing! Go call Uncle now!” Su Su snapped, giving up.

“How dare you talk to your brother like that…” Bai Su grumbled.

He paused, face twisting with conflicted emotions. After a moment, he decided: “Su Su… can web novels really make money?”

“Huh?” Su Su perked up instantly. “Of course! Think about it, bro. Our country’s entertainment options are still limited. But people’s material lives are booming. Spiritual needs can’t keep up—so demand explodes, and the entertainment industry booms.”

Her past life had proven this.

Spiritual growth lagged far behind material wealth. Demand created markets. The industry surged—messy, chaotic, but undeniably spring-like.

People chased celebrities madly. Star salaries and endorsements skyrocketed. More ordinary folks dreamed of stardom. A vicious cycle.

That era was pure idol obsession.

Actors, singers, streamers, UPers…

New careers sprouted like weeds, forming massive profit chains.

Blind idol worship caused unthinkable tragedies.

Teens poured every penny into their idols, surviving on instant noodles.

No wonder people said: “No one visits generals’ graves, but actors’ scandals make headlines.”

It was a surreal, hollow age.

The fast-growing entertainment world reeked of fakery—a mirage devouring naive youths. They rushed in like moths to flame, ending as unburied bones in the wild.

Su Su knew that era was near.

The age of dying for entertainment.