After hanging up, the sheer volume of information left even sharp-witted Luo Xiaolu stunned for a moment.

1. Her novel was getting an anime adaptation—against her will.

2. The one-million copyright fee had actually been approved.

3. In a few days, she’d attend a major public event for her official debut.

For a heartbeat, Luo Xiaolu didn’t know whether to feel thrilled or panicked.

It’s really happening—an anime adaptation!

In a world where animation studios only churn out bodyguard-themed shows, could they possibly match the quality of *Si Huang* from her past life?!

A success would amplify her literary influence; a failure? Irreparable damage.

As Luo Xiaolu fretted, the corners of her mouth twitched upward uncontrollably.

One million really was irresistible!!

But the signing ceremony worried her most.

Maintaining her refined literary image before a live-streamed audience? One misstep could tank her credibility—catastrophically.

It might even blow up entirely.

And worse—*who was Luo Xiaolu, really?*

Once a top-tier figure in Sakura Province’s delinquent circles, her enemies were so numerous their collective spit could drown her.

Retired barely two months, she had zero doubt old rivals would still recognize her.

With today’s hyper-connected internet, if any spotted the livestream? Instant posts: *“I know her! Stop playing pure white lotus! She wasn’t like this when she chased our whole school down!”*

Or some clueless junior might gush: *“She’s not just a great writer—she fights like a beast! Could walk a horse on her arm, stand a man on her fist…”*

Luo Xiaolu was already drafting her own spectacular downfall in vivid detail.

“Damn it!”

She dared not imagine further. *Figure it out later.*

Today held a bigger priority.

“Xiaotang, is your luggage packed?”

Luo Xiaolu pushed open the bedroom door—and froze.

The living room was chaos: suitcases toppled everywhere, drawers spilled open.

She never knew her home could feel this cramped!

“Luo Xiaotang!” Luo Xiaolu roared her sister’s full name.

“What’s wrong?” came a tiny, timid voice.

Luo Xiaotang emerged, dusty and disheveled.

“Have you been doing drugs behind my back?!”

“You told Xiaotang to pack for the move! All done! I’m exhausted!”

Luo Xiaolu’s gaze drifted slowly to several one-meter-tall boxes.

“Did you mine our entire family fortune?”

“Do we even *have* a mine?!” Xiaotang squeaked.

“Then why so much?!”

“It’s not *that* much! Xiaotang left so many things behind…” She pouted, utterly innocent.

How could a girl own this much?

Even with all-new furniture planned, Luo Xiaolu couldn’t fathom the mountain of boxes.

She opened one: game discs, manga, DVDs stuffed tight.

*Fine. Otaku collections. Understandable.*

Next box: same.

Another: identical.

Luo Xiaolu: “….”

“You have three minutes to justify bringing all this junk!”

“This is the full *PLAYHOME* series! Beat it months ago, but it’s precious!”

“*Hungry Dragon vs. Brave Warrior*—Xiaotang adores this series!”

“*Kunkun’s Great Adventure*—I stayed up till 3 a.m. to grab it!”

“*Calabash Brothers vs. Captain America*—I could reread this five more times…”

“Don’t proudly list them like that!!” Luo Xiaolu pinched her cheeks.

Truth was, online gaming here sucked. Back in her past life, one laptop solved everything.

But Xiaotang loved console games. Those disc cases usually piled like a hill—yet packed? A landslide.

Luo Xiaolu’s own fault: fierce outside, utterly spoiling Xiaotang at home.

Yet she couldn’t scold her.

Every game was bought with Xiaotang’s own tournament winnings.

What a waste of era! In Luo Xiaolu’s past life, that talent would’ve made her a pro gamer—adorable, swarmed by fans, raking in easy cash.

“Just let Xiaotang bring them… Sister has treasures too! Like your baseball bat!”

“Oh? Threw it out.”

“Your cosmetics!”

“Too harsh. Buying new after moving.”

Xiaotang: “….”

“At least skip the played games.”

*(Secretly, Luo Xiaolu hoped less baggage might soften her sister’s otaku habits.)*

“Waaah! No! Xiaotang worked so hard for these!”

Luo Xiaolu sighed. Kids will be kids.

“Fine. I’ll call movers—get a bigger truck.”

Xiaotang’s eyes widened. Luo Xiaolu’s gaze softened with affection.

“Yay!”

She jumped three feet high, hugged Luo Xiaolu’s neck, and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Okay, okay—time to go!” Luo Xiaolu’s face flushed as she gently set her down.

“Then take these too!”

Xiaotang dashed back, dragging out two more boxes of “discarded” manga.

“Are you a demon?!”

…

The taxi rolled into Garden Villa Estates.

Xiaotang chattered excitedly with Luo Xiaolu, ignoring the driver, eyes wide at the passing scenery.

Her first trip this far from home in six years.

They stopped before a three-story villa.

Xiaotang’s endless questions ceased mid-sentence.

Birdsong and blossoms filled the front yard; vines climbed from branches all the way to the third floor, radiating warmth and peace.

She stared, eyes shimmering with galaxies and starlight.

Luo Xiaolu leaned her head on Xiaotang’s shoulder, gazing with her.

“Sister… is this really our new home?” Xiaotang whispered.

“Mm-hmm.”

“It’s unbelievable!”

“Little sister,” Luo Xiaolu smiled softly. “Our family’s rich now.”