A mighty conglomerate president—decisive, iron-willed—actually toyed with by a single girl, spun helplessly in circles, maybe even left with psychological scars. How utterly laughable.

Qin Xin’s lips curved into an involuntary smile as she read.

Truth was, Mom Qin had shared this story on purpose.

The rift between the sisters wasn’t just from daily gossip—it was the chasm in status. In position and achievement, they stood worlds apart.

Qin Yue floated so high above mortal concerns, seemingly untouched by earthly dust, distant enough to feel like a stranger.

But being duped in love pulled her right off that pedestal. Learning this, Qin Xin suddenly saw: her sister was human too. She could stumble. She could err.

Maybe this would narrow the gap between them.

To mend their bond, their parents had left no stone unturned. Everything was set. Only the final push remained.

[Mom Qin]: By the way, you’re free Saturday, your sister’s off work, and I’m available too—I’ll come see you both.

[Mom Qin]: Too bad your dad can’t make it. No matter—we’ll all gather at month’s end.

After reading these family messages, thoughts swirled in Qin Xin’s mind.

Who knew her “flawless” older sister would have such a humiliating day? Toyed with by a girl—truly laughable.

This only proved poor judgment in people. Unlike herself.

Qin Xin pictured her senior, Bai Ningning: cool outside, warm within. Words distant, yet kindness slipped through unintentionally.

*Now that’s* wife material.

A smile bloomed on Qin Xin’s face. Unexpectedly, in this silent sisterly rivalry, her first win came down to partner choice.

Then she mused: If it were *her*, no words needed—pin the girl down, teach her a lesson. Would she dare play tricks then?

Yeah. Methods were lacking.

[Xin]: So how was it resolved?

[Mom Qin]: Not sure. Yueyue said she handled it. Two likely outcomes.

[Mom Qin]: One: cut ties clean—make her pay, then vanish her. Doctor hinted it’s unlikely.

[Mom Qin]: Two: bring her home… and deal with her thoroughly until she’s fully subdued.

Ah. Similar methods to mine.

Qin Xin set down her phone. A faint flicker of approval for her sister stirred within.

Still—judgment differed. Whoever her sister chose, none could match Senior Bai.

Who *wouldn’t* adore a girl with a baby face, striking curves, and pure, innocent charm?

[Mom Qin]: Wait—do you have class tomorrow afternoon? Coming back after would be too late. You still need to pack.

Qin Xin frowned. Right. Pack dorm stuff. Move to her sister’s.

[Xin]: I’ll finish morning classes and ask the counselor for leave.

...

The first two school days were utterly uneventful.

Bai Ningning had planned to review sophomore coursework. But pages blurred into drowsiness.

Required classes? Already mastered. Finals? No worry. Better spend this time on newly dropped otaku mobile games.

And no—this wasn’t slacking. Big Sister said next month she’d lead a mobile game project. *This* was market research.

Thursday slipped by. Friday morning classes crawled to an end.

“Da Baiyuan, free this weekend? New murder mystery spot opened near campus—wanna try?” Guan Qian asked.

“No,” Bai Ningning declined gently. “Busy. Something came up.”

(At least, she *thought* it was gentle.)

“Fine… Geez, Da Baiyuan, you’ve been swamped since semester started,” Guan Qian muttered.

Bai Ningning nodded solemnly. “Truly busy.”

No excuse. She’d planned: after lunch, talk more with Qin Yue. Try to “treat” her condition.

But talking more meant risking repercussions. One misstep—half a day flat in bed.

Weekend plans? Cancelled.

“See you next week!”

“Next week.”

Sophomores dismissed earliest Friday—other grades had afternoon classes. Bai Ningning walked briskly back to Shuiyue Court before lunch.

Qin Yue, freshly awake in a loose robe, sat in the living room. Seeing the girl return early, she blinked in slight surprise. “So soon?”

Weren’t classes ongoing?

“Mm.” Bai Ningning set her things down and settled gently on the opposite sofa. “No afternoon classes. Came back for lunch.”

(She didn’t *need* to save meals—Big Sister’s red packets kept her funds comfortable.)

“No classes, so you came back?” Qin Yue mused. “Nothing else?”

“Nothing today,” Bai Ningning replied evenly. “No key lectures, no electives, no events. Club recruitment starts next week.”

Qin Yue arched a brow.

She hadn’t caught every word—but the point was clear: Bai Ningning had *talked*. A lot.

Normally, monosyllables sufficed. Today? Volunteering details like she owed explanations.

Something felt… off.

Then Bai Ningning spoke up: “What’s for lunch?”

Cool face. Detached tone. Sounded less like addressing the Big Sister “supporting” (meow) her—and more like questioning the cook.

*Hiss… exhale.*

Calm. Little green tea always talks like this. Normal.

Qin Yue steadied herself. “Light stir-fries, sugar-free congee, crystal buns… and a baguette.”

(She ate lunch as breakfast on rest days.)

But Bai Ningning had breakfast already. Wanted real lunch. And baguettes? Rock-hard Western loaves. Unfit for a patriotic girl.

Her delicate brows lifted. A sidelong glance at Big Sister. Cherry lips parted slightly.

“I don’t want the baguette. Change it.”

Qin Yue froze—then let out a cold laugh.

*Well, well. Answer you once, and you really think I’m the cook now?*

Don’t want baguette? Change it? Fine.