Feng Mingdong left early again.

Feng Yijiu had thought today would be another day of rotting in peace. But then the doorbell rang. With a helpless sigh, she put down her phone, grabbed the top she'd tossed aside, pulled it on like a sack, and headed for the entryway.

Still, out of caution, she peeked through the peephole first.

And what she saw was someone she knew, but absolutely did not want to see again.

At that moment, the fear of being dominated back at the hospital rose up in her heart all over again.

Wait... why was Sister Manman at her door...?

But just as Feng Yijiu was frantically looking for her little camisole, she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

It was Cen Man herself. She had taken out a key and let herself in.

“Uh... Sister Cen Man, what brings you here?” Feng Yijiu awkwardly hid the slightly wrinkled little camisole she'd just dug out from some crack behind her back. Curled up on the sofa, she looked completely at a loss.

“You're not wearing a bra again!” Cen Man exposed her on the spot. “Didn't you promise your big sister before?”

“It’s hot at home,” Feng Yijiu muttered in defense. She was too embarrassed to tell her that even the sack-like shirt on the outside had only been thrown on at the last second.

“Hot?” Cen Man looked at the air conditioner, which was working like crazy, then looked back at Feng Yijiu. “Is your period over?”

Feng Yijiu's face turned red, but she still shook her head. Then she quickly thought of something else. “Sister Manman, that thing you gave me... do you have one with weaker adhesive?”

Cen Man froze for a second, then quickly realized something. Her expression turned strange. “You didn't stick it directly onto your skin, did you?”

Feng Yijiu nodded awkwardly, then rubbed her little butt. Taking that thing off had really hurt.

“Pfft—hahahaha...” Cen Man's stern face completely fell apart. She clutched her stomach and laughed so hard she could barely breathe.

Feng Yijiu was utterly baffled.

“Ah, forget it. Yijiu, why don't you just grit your teeth and keep using it for a few months? Turning yourself into a white tiger wouldn't be so bad.” After finally stopping, Cen Man looked at her and teased.

“No, wait... Sister Cen Man, why are you at my house?”

“Well.” Cen Man smiled. “Family doctor. Officially on duty today. And I'm also in charge of your three meals a day.”

“Huh?” Feng Yijiu felt like her good days were gone forever. “Sister Manman, you're basically here to keep an eye on me, aren't you?”

“If you want to put it that way, sure.” Cen Man admitted it openly. “I mean, sure, you and I get along pretty well. But your dad—well, my boss—was just way too generous.”

Damn. So this was what it meant to crush people with money.

“So, little sister Yijiu, stop struggling and cooperate with your big sister's work, okay?” Cen Man grinned and reached out with a pair of devilish hands.

“Hold it.” Seeing resistance was futile, Feng Yijiu chose to preserve her last shred of dignity, like some certain tower nation. “I'll do it myself.”

“See? Doesn't this look pretty?” Cen Man held up a dress in front of Feng Yijiu. “Come on, put it on.”

“No. And Dad probably didn't specifically order me to wear any particular clothes, right?” Feng Yijiu frowned at the overly girly chiffon dress.

“Fine, then.” Cen Man shrugged in disappointment. “You can handle your own outfit choices. But you absolutely have to wear underwear. Also, what do you want for lunch?”

“Anything's fine.” Feng Yijiu wasn't picky about food.

“Alright then. I'll just cook to my own taste first.”

Cen Man turned and went out, while Feng Yijiu flopped gloomily onto the sofa.

But not long after Cen Man came back, Feng Yijiu caught the smell of food drifting out from the kitchen.

“Come try this. Sister made mushroom pork rib stew.”

“Tastes great.” Just the smell alone had already whetted Feng Yijiu's appetite, and she immediately entered full-on scarfing mode.

“This afternoon, you're coming with me to the underground city.” Cen Man was eating too, though compared to Feng Yijiu, her table manners were far more elegant.

“Huh?” Feng Yijiu's spoon paused. She suddenly had a bad feeling.

“What do you mean, 'huh'?” Cen Man said. “I'm just taking you to buy a few clothes that actually fit. Men's clothes are fine too.” She pointed at Feng Yijiu as she spoke. “Don't you think wearing your old clothes now looks kind of weird?”

“Does it?” Feng Yijiu didn't really get it. As a practical person, she only had one standard for clothes: whether they were comfortable. Compared to new clothes, she even preferred old ones that were practically about to become rags, because those fit better.

“Of course. Come look for yourself.” Cen Man pointed at the “sack” she was wearing. “See? If you stretch even a little, your tummy shows. You don't actually want to hand out fanservice to other people, do you?”

“I-I don't.” Feng Yijiu said it lightly, but after Cen Man pointed it out, she also felt like it really was time to buy some new clothes.

“And you still want to pass as a boy, right?” Cen Man looked at what Feng Yijiu was wearing and shook her head. “But have you thought about this? In winter, maybe it's harder for people to tell. But in summer, a school uniform won't hide it.”

Feng Yijiu fell silent.

Of course she knew this ostrich act of hers was just self-deception. But she still hoped the impression of her as a boy could last a little longer in other people's minds.

“Well, whatever makes you happy. Plenty of girls these days like dressing in that cool, androgynous style too. But...” Cen Man looked at her face and smiled. “Honestly, I think your features lean softer. If you dressed up, you'd probably end up looking like a cute little pretty boy or a flower boy. Hahaha.”

Feng Yijiu lowered her head and buried herself in eating.

“Here, dessert.” Just as Feng Yijiu finished lunch and was about to pick up her phone again, Cen Man suddenly brought out two large papayas cut in half like a magic trick. “Papaya milk stew. Give it a try. I even added a tiny bit of sago. It should taste pretty good.”

Feng Yijiu sniffed the sweet scent, then looked at Cen Man, who had already started eating her own portion. After thinking for a moment, she quietly picked up a spoon, scooped a bite, and put it in her mouth.

“It's good.” Feng Yijiu's eyes lit up. She had thought she didn't care for sweets, but now she realized a whole new door to food had just opened for her.

Watching Feng Yijiu keep eating without pause, Cen Man rested her chin on both hands. There was a trace of suppressed mischief in her eyes.

“Get up and move around. You're not allowed to sit right down after eating.” Looking at a certain salted fish who was holding her stomach and getting ready to collapse again, Cen Man unceremoniously hauled her up. “If you've got nothing else to do, sweep the rooms. Treat it as post-meal exercise.”

Feng Yijiu froze for a moment.

But then she suddenly had the feeling that this home of hers seemed a little more complete now.