Lunch was enjoyed beside the flowerbed. Song An’an’s bento was wonderfully packed—golden fried shrimp, Liang Sheng’s absolute favorite. Just a glance made her drool uncontrollably.

Song An’an smiled warmly, voice soft as a devoted wife: “A-Sheng, last time we ate out, I noticed you kept ordering fried shrimp. I thought you must love it, so I made some today. It’s not as good as a restaurant’s… please bear with it.” So perfectly the image of a caring, doting partner.

Liang Sheng took a bite. Savory aroma bloomed in her mouth. Crispy, golden crust stayed perfectly crunchy despite sitting since morning.

Mouth full, she mumbled praise: “So good, An’an! Better than any restaurant!”

“R-Really?” Song An’an’s eyes and lips curved into happy crescents, pure joy glowing on her face.

“Y-You eat too!” Liang Sheng urged between bites, cheeks warm. Eating alone felt awkward—especially under Song An’an’s unwavering, smiling gaze.

Song An’an nodded shyly. “O-Okay.” She dipped her head, happily eating her own portion, heart fluttering: *Liang Sheng cares about me… so happy.*

Her own bento was plainly arranged—meat and veggies scattered without care, nothing like the thoughtful artistry of Liang Sheng’s box.

After lunch, Liang Sheng chatted lightly, weaving sweet words that sent Song An’an into giggles. Liang Sheng smirked inwardly. *See? I’ve got flirting down pat.*

That evening, stepping through the front door, Liang Sheng froze. A strange middle-aged man sat on the sofa. *Who…?*

His eyes crinkled warmly as he waved. “Come here, my dear daughter.” Oh! Her original body’s father—Liang Wengao.

She’d nearly forgotten the original owner even had a dad.

In her past life, her own father had left after cheating and divorcing Mom. Barely visited since. Her gaze dropped; long lashes couldn’t hide the sorrow in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did someone hurt you?” Liang Wengao’s voice tightened with concern. Truly, a bone-deep daughter-loving dad.

Snapping back, Liang Sheng hopped over, plopped beside him, and cooed playfully, “Just missed Daddy~”

He laughed heartily, ruffling her hair. “Allowance enough this month? Dad’ll send more.”

*Allowance?* Liang Sheng tilted her head, confused.

“You haven’t used the Taobao transfer?”

After a beat, she chirped, “Dad, I forgot the password.”

“Silly girl! Why not say sooner?” He sighed, then told her.

Phone in hand, Liang Sheng opened Taobao. Her fingers trembled slightly at the number: 5,000.

Liang Wengao added another 500. “Not that Dad doesn’t love you—kids shouldn’t get spoiled. Five thousand a month for now. When you’re older, twenty thousand.”

*Five thousand… “little”?* Her hands shook. Back then, after tuition, she lived on 500 yuan a month. Joy warred with regret—*Why didn’t I transmigrate sooner?*

“No, no! Plenty, Dad!” She hugged the phone to her chest, grinning. *Rich girl status: unlocked. Blessed be the daddy era.*

———

By Friday evening, Liang Sheng felt Song An’an had nearly fed her into plumpness—lavish meals daily left her flustered.

At home, cousin Liang Jin spotted her, waved wildly, dashed over, and blurted breathlessly: “Did Brother Su Ze agree?! Did you tell him, Sister?!”

“Told him! Trust your sister!” Liang Sheng patted her chest proudly.

“He said yes?!”

“Obviously! Who’s your sister? My word carries weight!” She flopped onto the sofa, smug.

Liang Jin spun in circles, bounced, shot up a victory sign: “Yes!” Then lunged like an eagle snatching a chick, squeezing Liang Sheng tight.

“Y-You… let go… choking… me…!” Liang Sheng gasped. *Definitely copping a feel—her chest’s pressed right against mine.*

Sure enough, released, Liang Jin poked her chest. “Mmm, nice texture.”

Liang Sheng forced a smile, grabbed Liang Jin’s chest firmly. Liang Jin flushed, squealing, “Let go!”

Liang Sheng slowly released, examining her hand with a lewd, reminiscing grin. “Mmm… texture really is nice.”

Liang Jin bashfully pummeled her chest. “Sister, you’re so bad… but I love it!” Liang Sheng burst laughing. *This cousin’s a riot. Truly, like sister, like sister.*

Post-play, Liang Jin sat close, voice small. “Sister… come with me tomorrow? I’m nervous.”

“Nope.” Liang Sheng deadpan. “It’s your confession. Why bring backup?”

“Pleeease~ Last favor! It’s mutual feelings!” Liang Jin whimpered.

Liang Sheng’s eyes glinted. “Fine. Payment?”

Liang Jin covered her mouth shyly. “You can have my body, but never my heart.”

Liang Sheng: “…Why’s someone even weirder than me?”

“I don’t want your body. Pretty girls surround me.” She rolled her eyes, mimicking Miss Lu’s haughty air.

Clearing her throat, she rubbed fingers together, fake-smiling. “Money.” Crisp, clear pronunciation.

“Huh? You’re broke? I heard you get 5,000 yuan allowance!”

“Money’s never enough. Cash is king. Everything costs money.” Pure greed.

“…200?”

“250. Round number.”

“200 isn’t round?! It’s rounder than 250!”

“Just pretend you’re calling me an idiot. Throw the cash in my face.”

Liang Jin sighed. “Fine, fine.” A shady under-the-table deal, sealed.

As she left, Liang Sheng called after her: “Tomorrow, 8 a.m., Yiyuan Hotel. *You’re* treating.” Three sentences, all about money—Liang Sheng wore her greed like a badge.

She regretted those reminders.

Dawn barely broke when *thump-thump-thump* on the window jolted Liang Sheng awake. *Window?!* A huge face pressed against the glass.

“Holy crap! Ghost!” She nearly fainted. Wait—familiar features. *Liang Jin?!*

Fuming, she yanked the window open. “Door’s downstairs! Why climb in? Planning a midnight assault?!”

Liang Jin grinned sheepishly. “Too excited for Su Ze! Couldn’t sleep. Let me in?”

“Why not use the door?”

“Didn’t wanna wake Uncle and Aunt…”

Liang Sheng pulled her in, peeked out—ladder propped below. *Unbelievable.*

Inside, Liang Jin bounced. “Hurry! I can’t wait!”

“You can’t wait, but Su Ze’s probably still asleep.”

“I don’t care! I’ll wait first!”

Liang Sheng groaned. “Sis, *you’re* my sis. It’s 4 a.m.! Restaurants aren’t even open.”

Liang Jin pouted. “But… I’m bored…”

“Sleep!” Liang Sheng hooked her neck, pinned her to the bed. Faces inches apart, breath brushing Liang Jin’s cheek.

Liang Jin’s cheeks flushed. *Why does Sister feel… different today?*

*Ding~* Affection level increased.

*Liang Jin’s affection for Liang Sheng: 65*

Half-asleep, Liang Sheng lacked even the energy to wonder why sleeping together raised affection.