Upstairs, Xiao Yunmu went straight into his study, with his secretary following behind. Ever since his parents’ sudden deaths, he had taken over the company—then, out of nowhere, this so-called “biological” little sister had appeared.
“Mr. Xiao,” the secretary asked carefully, “what do you plan to do with this… girl of uncertain background?”
Xiao Yunmu let out a faint, cold laugh. “A fake, and she still dares to try for a share of the Xiao family fortune? I can’t tell if the person behind this is stupid or just completely brainless. The flaws in this scheme are practically screaming.”
“Then… should we find the real young miss?”
Xiao Yunmu gave him an indifferent look. “And what would be the point? Why would I deliberately bring home someone who’d only split the inheritance with me?”
The secretary immediately apologized.
“Anyway, that little girl’s been living here long enough,” Xiao Yunmu continued. “Find some time to send her away. Contact an orphanage.”
“Yes, sir.”
They went back to discussing company matters. Half an hour later, they finally came downstairs—only to see the little girl in question standing on a chair, sneakily eating the mini cake the secretary had left on the table.
The system had been warning Ming Ming not to steal it, but she just couldn’t help herself. Sure, her mind was that of an adult, but her body was a child’s—and no child could resist the smell of freshly baked cake! Just one whiff was enough to make her drool.
The system sighed. “Looks like your brain’s regressed along with your body.”
Ming Ming was happily munching away when she turned her head—and locked eyes with the two men staring down at her from the stairs. The air instantly froze.
Just a little longer, and I could’ve destroyed the evidence… Ming Ming groaned inwardly.
Caught red-handed, she froze for a moment, then quickly composed herself. Wait, I’m a kid now! Kids have a natural “idiot shield.” He’s a grown man—he’s not gonna hold a grudge over a piece of cake, right?
Still standing on the chair, she pointed at the half-eaten cake and said with complete innocence, “It started it first.”
It was the one that lured me in with its smell!
Xiao Yunmu’s jaw twitched. After a long pause, he muttered, “Eat it. No one’s fighting you for it.”
Instantly, Ming Ming grinned and went right back to eating.
Being a kid is amazing! So carefree, so happy!
The secretary, however, watched her with a complicated expression.
Such innocence—so easily satisfied with a single piece of cake. She had no idea she wasn’t really the Xiao family’s daughter, nor that she would soon be sent away to an orphanage.
He also couldn’t quite figure out Xiao Yunmu’s attitude.
Mr. Xiao had known from the start that this girl was a fake, yet he’d still taken her in temporarily. He never once called her his sister, nor registered her under the Xiao family name—but he had given her one: Xiao Xinxī. He’d told the staff simply to “make sure she doesn’t die,” yet on the way home, he’d bought her a piece of cake himself.
There was no way it had been for him—everyone knew Xiao Yunmu disliked sweets.
Strange man.
But it wasn’t his place to pry. The secretary took his leave and went to inspect orphanages in advance, preparing for the day the girl would be sent away.
Xiao Yunmu continued to ignore her most of the time. Ming Ming, though, didn’t mind—after all, her “brother” was barely an adult, and suddenly had a little sister dumped on him. Honestly, he was almost like a dad by default.
It was perfectly reasonable that he didn’t like dealing with kids.
They lived together in the huge villa, rarely crossing paths, each keeping to their own space in peace.
He’s just shy, Ming Ming thought. I need to be understanding.
That afternoon, a small wooden tea table Xiao Yunmu had ordered arrived—a fine piece of huanghuali wood he’d gotten from a friend, meant to serve as a simple tea table in his bedroom.
He wasn’t home when it was delivered, so the servants unpacked it. Ming Ming happened to walk by and instantly fell in love.
The grain, the craftsmanship—it looked so elegant and stately! And the height and size? Absolutely perfect for her.
Brother is so thoughtful! she thought happily. He went to all this trouble just for me!
Feeling deeply moved, she had the servants move the table to her own bedroom balcony, paired it with her little wooden chair, and sat down contentedly. Everything fit perfectly.
Big brothers are the best… Ming Ming thought as she basked in the sunlight, slowly drifting off to sleep.
When Xiao Yunmu returned home and couldn’t find his tea table, he soon learned that the little girl had dragged it off to her room.
So he went upstairs to find her.
When he stepped inside, there she was—fast asleep in her chair, one leg draped over his precious table.
So peaceful. So at ease.
“Xiao Xinxī!” he snapped, gritting his teeth. “Who told you that table was yours?”
Only then did Ming Ming realize—this brother didn’t just dislike her; he genuinely didn’t like her.
Oh no… so he’s not shy. He just really doesn’t like me.
Well, fair enough. Who would like an illegitimate daughter anyway? Illegitimate children had the same inheritance rights as legitimate ones—of course, he’d see her as someone competing for his share.
Still, it wasn’t her fault that she was an illegitimate child. He should blame his father for that.
Then again, she remembered, his father’s dead.
Right. Respect the dead.
She lowered her head pitifully and asked in a small voice, “Brother… do you hate me?”
Ugh, I sound like such a tragic little angel right now.
She glanced down at her chubby little arms, now covered in goosebumps, but her expression was on point.
Sure enough, Xiao Yunmu froze.
Whether it was the natural innocence of a child tugging at his conscience or simply that her teary, pitiful face was too cute to resist, he suddenly let the matter go.
In the end, he let her keep the tea table.
Not long after, Xiao Yunmu had to leave on a business trip. Before he left, he told the house staff to take good care of Xiao Xinxī—not just the usual “make sure she doesn’t die” this time.
His secretary, standing nearby, couldn’t help noticing the contradiction: a moment ago, Xiao Yunmu had been pushing him to find an orphanage, and now he was giving detailed instructions on how to look after the child.
He had a feeling… this girl wasn’t going anywhere.
While Xiao Yunmu was away, Ming Ming became the little mistress of the house. Everyone pampered her, and she fully enjoyed her new life as a young heiress.
Days passed in carefree luxury.
Two months later, Xiao Yunmu returned home.
The moment he walked in, he froze—and pointed at Ming Ming in disbelief.
“Who’s this chubby kid?”
She’d turned from a delicate little girl into a round, squishy ball of cuteness.
Sure, she was adorable—he almost wanted to pinch her cheeks—but still, how had she managed to turn into a little dumpling in just two months?
Where were the housekeeper and nutritionist? What had they been feeding her?!
Fuming, Xiao Yunmu was about to call for the staff when Ming Ming, clutching her cake protectively, glared at him and said, “You’re the chubby one! This is baby fat!”
“And it’s not because I eat cake three times a day!”
The system sighed. “See? I told you. Her brain has regressed right along with her body.”
Xiao Yunmu: “…”
Perfect. From that day on, no more cake.
Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152