Chang’an also jolted awake at the sound—a truly absurd yet endearing morning scene.
Even the usually gentle Shi Xia now had a faint vein pulsing on her forehead. *That girl… Ye Xiaoxian. Always causing trouble!*
She’d imagined waking Dad with a tender, lingering gaze—maybe even a good morning kiss. Handing Chang’an milk for a silent indirect kiss would’ve been perfect too, letting him notice and stir that subtle, flirtatious tension.
*“So, Dad… breakfast first… or me?”*
Worth noting: Shi Xia wore only an apron brimming with fanservice in every possible sense. A heart-shaped cutout at the chest—*deeply* alluring. A high slit echoing a qipao, paired with sleek black stockings. Not quite a “naughty apron” tier—she *was* wearing underwear beneath—but still undeniably, irresistibly sensual.
A freshly awakened, hormonally charged Chang’an would’ve struggled to suppress the spark in his chest.
*No one else home… perfect timing, perfect setting…*
*…If only human harmony hadn’t failed!*
*Xiaoxian, you little brat—you’re asking for it!*
*“If you’ve got the nerve to share a bed with a man, then open the damn door!”*
Chang’an blinked up at Shi Xia beside the bed—blushing first at her outfit, *then* registering the commotion outside.
*“That voice…”* Familiar, yet changed. Less childish sweetness, more sharp edge. Less sugar, more vinegar.
*“Xiaoxian…?”* A smile bloomed instantly on his face.
Shi Xia sighed. “It’s her. Dad, wait here—I’ll bring her in.”
She glided out with graceful steps. Chang’an scrambled up, hastily straightening his clothes. *Couldn’t let his little sister see him disheveled.*
Speaking of Ye Xiaoxian…
Her origins were unusual. Ye Chang’an belonged to the Ye Clan’s main lineage. Even in the 21st century, such an ancient clan upheld age-old customs—not strict primogeniture, but a clear main-branch hierarchy. Higher status for the main line, yes—but heavier duties too. No one ever complained.
After the plane crash, Chang’an became the last direct heir of the previous head. Other main-line elders existed—uncles, seniors—but none held status equal to Ye Chang’an’s, though their seniority ran deep. No power struggles erupted. The clan council unanimously named him successor, yet eased his burden: nearly all duties were delegated.
Ye Xiaoxian was, in truth, Chang’an’s father’s illegitimate daughter. Only after the crash was she brought to Anyang City. Before that, she’d lived quietly with her mother far away. Without the tragedy? The Ye Clan might’ve offered only financial aid—never recognition.
Facing the Ye Clan’s colossal presence, this girl—later hailed as the Ye Clan’s “Imperial Princess”—was once drowning in insecurity. Especially before “Brother” Chang’an.
Understandable. Imagine: under ten years old, torn from her mother, thrust into a strange world, facing unfamiliar “family.” Fear, helplessness, anxiety—all borne alone. She obeyed every instruction perfectly, terrified of abandonment, striving to please the seemingly gentle “brother.” She never believed herself his equal. Humble, watchful, desperate to avoid disdain.
*After all… “illegitimate daughter.”*
At first, Chang’an’s cool indifference only made her feel like walking on thin ice.
No one guessed why.
Truth was: a homebody *and* the family’s youngest son had just learned he had a little sister—and his otaku heart exploded with joy!
*“Ahhh! How do I face this angel?! I—I can’t even speak!”*
*“Will she hate me?!”*
*“She’s looking so scared… She *must* hate me!”*
*“NO! I can’t let my little sister hate me!”*
Those flustered thoughts froze him completely at first.
The real turning point? A brilliant day. A grand escape—together.
After that, they became inseparable. Xiaoxian fully embraced her brother complex: striving to excel, sharing his burdens, staying by his side—and growing alongside everyone at the orphanage.
That was also when Shi Xia met her.
And honestly? If memory serves… Xiaoxian’s been messing with Shi Xia *ever since*.
