TFRLTOP Chapter 90 Part 1

Chapter 90 – The Young Master’s Fake Little Sister 

◎ All Geniuses Are Introverts ◎

Ming Ming decided that kindergarten wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the orphanage.

She couldn’t understand it — both places were full of little kids, so why did the ones in kindergarten make her feel so exhausted?

She wanted to go home.

Shouldn’t a wealthy heiress like her be getting elite one-on-one tutoring instead of following a standard kindergarten schedule?

But her brother insisted that children should have a “complete childhood.” He believed she didn’t need to undergo intense academic training so young, like he had — a childhood he claimed he never got to enjoy. So even during summer break, he paid extra tuition to send her to kindergarten.

“Brother, brother,” Ming Ming pleaded, clinging to Xiao Yunmu’s leg and trying to reason with him, “if kindergartens have summer and winter breaks, that means they’re meant for kids to rest at home or go on vacation. So why do I still have to go?”

Xiao Yunmu replied coldly and without mercy, “Many years ago, kindergartens didn’t even have summer or winter breaks. You know why they do now? Because schools wanted to make extra money.”

“…”

Ming Ming stared up at him like he was the biggest fool alive. “Then why are you willingly letting them rip you off?”

Xiao Yunmu smiled faintly and answered in a tone both cruel and lazy, “Because I work my heart out every day making money. So if I can’t relax, neither can you.”

Sob… the sadness is unbearable.

Ming Ming ran off crying.

Xiao Yunmu stood where he was, watching her little figure run away, and murmured thoughtfully, “Those short legs actually move pretty fast.”

The kindergarten teacher soon noticed a serious problem.

The new transfer student, little Xiao Xinxi, was… withdrawn.

Every day, she came in gloomy, sat gloomily in class, drank her milk gloomily, ate like she was in a survival camp, listened gloomily, and went home gloomy.

Except when she was eating — then she finally looked a bit like a normal child — she always seemed eerily calm and silent.

She never played with other kids. During outdoor time, she’d sit alone in a corner.

The teacher grew increasingly worried.

She’d heard about the girl’s background — the illegitimate daughter from the well-known Xiao family. Maybe it was an inferiority complex from her home life? But since her older brother personally dropped her off and picked her up every day, their relationship seemed fine.

Could it be that the other children were excluding her?

The teacher discreetly listened in on their whispers during recess, but heard nothing like that.

Then what was the issue?

She even tried talking to Ming Ming one-on-one, but communicating with her was like talking to a real five-year-old — she’d dodge every question, never answering what was asked.

“Xinxi, why don’t you play with the other kids? Is something bothering you?”

Ming Ming nodded seriously. “Teacher, why do we still have to go to school during summer and winter break? Doesn’t everyone like vacations?”

The teacher nearly burst into tears. I don’t get a vacation either — do you think that’s because I like it? For heaven’s sake, kindergarten teachers are the only ones who don’t get real breaks!

Those so-called “vacations” were just short-term and paid daycare sessions in disguise.

The noble “gardeners of the future” were being stabbed in the heart by their little “flower buds.”

Sighing, the teacher tried another approach. “Do you get along with your brother at home? Is he ever mean to you?”

Ming Ming’s face turned solemn — she looked ready to lodge a serious complaint.

The teacher perked up, thinking she’d hit the key issue.

But then Ming Ming said, “Teacher, can I make a deal with you? Could you order some milk for me? Quietly — don’t let my brother find out.”

“Uh?”

“He makes me drink plain milk!” Ming Ming cried in despair. “When I told him I wanted something with flavor, he gave me vegetable milk! Is that even for humans?!”

“I just want something sweet — any kind of milk, as long as it’s sweet. Please, teacher, help me!”

“…” The teacher hesitated. “I don’t think that’s appropriate…”

“It’s fine! When he pays tuition, just tell them to charge a little extra. His secretary handles the transfer — he’ll never know.”

Ming Ming gave her “expert advice” with total confidence.

Of course, her request was denied.

Ugh, stupid adults! Don’t kids have human rights too?!

Since the teacher couldn’t figure out the cause of Ming Ming’s aloofness, she decided to report the issue to Xiao Yunmu. After all, education required cooperation between family and school — maybe there was a root problem at home.

Xiao Yunmu was puzzled. The girl was always cheerful and energetic at home — why did she act so dull at kindergarten?

And the teacher’s comment reminded him — lately, Ming Ming insisted on taking her milk to school. Was she really drinking it or secretly throwing it away?

So he started supervising her every morning — she couldn’t leave the house until she finished her milk.

As for being “antisocial”… he didn’t think it was serious, but he decided to keep an eye on it anyway.

For a while, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Then one day, when he arrived late to pick her up, he spotted Ming Ming on the playground, sharing a swing set with another little girl whose parents hadn’t come yet.

The swings were near the fence, so Xiao Yunmu quietly stood outside, observing.

The other girl was chatting nonstop, clearly fascinated by Ming Ming, who sat cool and composed, occasionally responding with a faint “Mm” or “Oh.”

Xiao Yunmu rubbed his chin, amused. So the little brat really does have two faces.

But kids don’t give up easily — the more Ming Ming ignored her, the more determined the girl became.

By the time Ming Ming finally responded for the fifth time with a lazy “Oh,” Xiao Yunmu almost burst out laughing.

Was it perfunctory? Definitely.

But technically, she was answering, so you couldn’t call her rude.

Eventually, the other girl’s parents arrived. She jumped off the swing to say goodbye, and Ming Ming waved politely.

But curiosity got the better of her — she turned back and asked, “Why don’t you like talking or playing with everyone?”

Ming Ming swung lightly and, knowing the other kid wouldn’t understand, said in a mysterious tone, “Because all geniuses are introverts.”

Xiao Yunmu nearly choked on his own laughter.

Are all geniuses introverts?

So that was it — his sister’s early-onset “teenage edginess” was kicking in ten years too soon.

What kind of cartoons was she watching? They were ruining her!

The other girl didn’t fully get it, but she gathered that Ming Ming was calling herself a genius who didn’t bother with ordinary people.

She frowned. “If you’re such a genius, how come you still get math problems wrong?”

Ming Ming sighed dramatically. “Of course, that’s on purpose. I just don’t want to make you normal people feel bad.”

“If I were too perfect, you and your parents might get self-conscious.”

The girl blinked, half believing it, before her parents called her again. She waved goodbye and ran off.

Ming Ming kept swinging, muttering to herself, “I’m just too kindhearted.”

“The kindhearted genius, Miss Xiao Xinxi.”

Her brother’s voice suddenly came from behind, making her jump.

She turned — he was standing outside the fence, nodding toward the gate. “Let’s go home.”

Ming Ming hopped off the swing and dashed out the gate.