The police search wrapped up faster than Lulu Lu had expected.

Thanks to Yanyan Lu’s quick maneuvers, the whole ordeal passed without real danger—the officers found nothing.

Watching her sister’s every move, Lulu Lu felt deep admiration and gained new insight into this so-called “bargain” older sister of hers.

This damn rich woman wasn’t just wealthy and well-connected; she was also an actress whose skill rivaled Lulu Lu’s own, with a mind and cunning as deep as the ocean.

To be fair, Ganju City’s police were well-equipped. They even brought a search dog and a hair clip Lily Liu had used at school—still carrying her scent—as if determined to leave no stone unturned.

But Yanyan Lu mastered stalling. The moment officers stepped inside, she shed her icy queen persona, adopting a gentle demeanor even Lulu Lu barely recognized, and handled everything calmly.

Serving tea or making small talk? Barely worth noting. Her real move: while fetching tea, she slipped into the kitchen for pepper, then sprinkled it across the study—especially the big bookshelf—under the guise of searching for tea leaves.

The officers missed it. Only Lulu Lu, watching closely, caught the subtle act.

It dulled the dog’s nose—a trick Lulu Lu learned only later when she asked.

After the police left, Yanyan Lu told her flatly: she acted the second she saw the dog.

Pure improvisation. In that instant, she assessed, planned, and executed—flawlessly, as if rehearsed.

The dog only reacted to the living room and the bedroom where Lulu Lu had once confined Lily Liu. All thanks to Yanyan Lu.

She admitted she hadn’t been confident—pepper alone barely masks scent—so she’d prepared a backup story.

Unneeded, as it turned out.

But the crisis wasn’t over.

When the search stalled, a seasoned officer demanded the villa’s blueprint.

After Lulu Lu’s parents passed, her grandmother had sorted their belongings—including this blueprint. After *she* passed, it was locked away, untouched.

Neither sister had seen it: Lulu Lu didn’t know; Yanyan Lu couldn’t be bothered. Who digs up a home’s blueprint after living there for years?

Lulu Lu had no idea if it showed a basement. And this wasn’t a gamble.

Yanyan Lu’s face froze for a second—then she smiled and agreed.

Just as she turned to fetch it…

The phone rang.

The lead officer answered. His expression shifted strangely.

Clearly, Yanyan Lu’s call from the car had worked. She’d bought just enough time.

He shot her a complex but unsurprised look, declared the search over, exchanged polite words, and left with his team.

“Well then.”

No sooner had Yanyan Lu seen them off than she faced the relieved Lulu Lu, fixing her with an unnervingly “kind” gaze.

“My dear little sister… time to settle the score.”

Lulu Lu’s nerves snapped tight again. Instinctively, she tried to act cute:

“Eh… ehehe?”

“I’ve said it before: if you’re not a little loli, don’t act cute.”

Yanyan Lu swept her up and carried her toward the bedroom where Lily Liu had been held.

Lulu Lu caught her sister’s scent—lavender perfume tangled with tobacco.

Odd… yet strangely alluring. Too bad she had zero peace of mind to enjoy it.

Heart pounding, she scrambled for distraction:

“So… sister, are you a lolicon?”

She was fishing. She now fully grasped Yanyan Lu’s terror. Knowing her tastes might help later—or soften the coming punishment.

“Hmph… shameless,” Yanyan Lu chuckled. “Joking now? Don’t you know you’re as good as dead?”

She smiled faintly, then went ice-cold.

“But since you asked: no, I’m not a lolicon. I like petite but curvy types. At the very least… not as flat as you.”

“Then at the yuri parlor, were the girls you requested all like that?” Lulu Lu pressed.

“My dear sister… too many questions.”

Yanyan Lu’s gaze turned sharp.

“Eep!”

Lulu Lu shut her mouth instantly.

Inside the bedroom, Yanyan Lu tossed her onto the bed, shut the door, sat beside her, and pulled her into her lap without a word.

“Lulu.”

Cradling her like a doll, she whispered into her ear:

“Your impulsiveness and lies cost me two million. So… how will my dear sister repay it?”

Her skin was icy—like cool water brushing against Lulu Lu’s back.

Pressed against Yanyan Lu’s ample chest, Lulu Lu’s hairs stood on end. She trembled:

“I… I dunno…”

“True. You probably lack money sense. An ordinary restaurant worker earns two to three thousand Lily coins monthly. Say they save two thousand. How long to earn two million? Tell me, Lulu.”

No mood for math—but she had to answer:

“Two million divided by two thousand… divided by twelve… eight… eighty-three years…”

“Quick calculation. School wasn’t wasted on you.”

Yanyan Lu smiled faintly, then leaned close, whispering like a devil:

“Dear sister… how about I send you to work at a yuri parlor I know? Stay until you’ve earned two million… then I’ll bring you back. What do you think?”