TFRLTOP Chapter 91 Part 1

Chapter 91 – The Young Master’s Fake Little Sister 

◎I Don’t Want to Be a Baby Anymore◎

The two sets of parents had been arguing for half an hour—one insisting, “Your son hit first; mine was only defending himself,” and the other snapping back, “My son never picks fights for no reason, so yours must’ve done something first!” Finally, they both quieted down and turned toward Ming Ming.

Ming Ming, who had been listening the whole time, was nodding off. She even stifled a yawn, trying not to be obvious about it.

Xiao Yunmu shot her a warning glare.

She quickly turned her head away, covering her mouth as she yawned. Her eyes watered as she rubbed them pitifully—she was so sleepy.

Then, red-eyed and looking like she might cry, she ran over to Xiao Yunmu, clutching his leg and whining, “Brother, he said in front of all the other kids that I’m not… decent, that I’m an ille—”

Before she could finish, Xiao Yunmu pressed a finger to her lips to stop her.

Some words, once spoken, would brand themselves into a person’s mind for life. He didn’t want Xiao Xinxin burdened with that kind of cruelty.

His face darkened. He bent down, lifted Ming Ming into his arms, and gently patted her back in comfort.

“What did you say she is, huh? What did my son supposedly say?” the chubby boy’s mother demanded shrilly, pointing straight at Ming Ming.

Startled, Ming Ming buried her face into Xiao Yunmu’s neck, turning away. Finally, safe with her face hidden, she let out a huge yawn, tears spilling freely.

Pointing like that at someone—especially a child—was beyond rude. Xiao Yunmu’s voice turned cold. “Put your hand down.”

He was still young, but the force of his presence was enough to make the woman flinch before she grew angry at herself for being cowed by a mere boy.

“And who are you supposed to be? What are you to this child? Her parents can’t come handle this themselves, so they sent you? Where are the adults?”

The teacher stepped in quickly, seeing how far she was going. “Mrs. Zhao, please—watch your words in front of the children.”

“Watch what? My son got hit—why should I watch what I say?” she snapped, her voice rising. Playing the full shrew, she turned on Ming Ming. “And you, little girl—what kind of home were you raised in? You’re so young and already getting boys to fight for you? What’s next, grow up to be some—”

“Shut your mouth!” Xiao Yunmu barked, his voice sharp as a whip. “Who do you think you are, talking to my child like that?” He turned Ming Ming’s head toward his shoulder and covered her ears.

Pressed close against him, Ming Ming suddenly felt warm, safe, and even.

And oddly… familiar.

When she’d been little, playing with the village kids outside the orphanage, she’d been cursed at too—“a motherless child,” they’d say. Someone had stood up for her then, too… Who was it again?

So why didn’t she feel that same spark when the little boy had jumped to her defense earlier?

Weird.

At that moment, the chubby boy, spoiled and fearless, piped up, “Mom! She’s that illegitimate girl you and Dad always talk about!”

“Oh, that one—” his mother began automatically, then froze mid-sentence. Realization struck. She looked at her husband; he looked at her—both faces went pale.

The room went dead silent.

“Mr. Xiao, what a pleasure,” said the other man, stepping forward with an awkward smile. “I’m Zhao Jing from Xilu Trading. My wife and I met your parents once about three years ago.”

Xiao Yunmu gave a curt nod. “I remember you, Mr. Zhao. You and your wife have clearly raised your son well. If you don’t mind, I’d love to learn from your parenting experience.”

Zhao Jing waved his hands quickly. “Oh, no, no, we’re not worthy of that.”

After the polite exchange, Xiao Yunmu turned his attention back to the chubby boy’s parents, smiling faintly. “I have to admit, I’m impressed. You gossip about people, yet can’t even recognize them when they’re standing right in front of you.”

Their faces went ashen.

Gossiping about people of higher status was one thing—but being caught by the very target of your gossip? That was humiliation of the highest order.

Their pride—what little they had—was crushed beneath his words.

The chubby boy’s family ran a small business. They had money—enough to look down on some but nowhere near enough to mingle with the truly rich. They sneered at the poor and envied the wealthy, living in that awkward middle ground where arrogance masked insecurity. Over tea, they’d whisper rumors about society’s elites, gnawing on other people’s private lives to feel a little taller.

They never hid this from their son. When they learned about Xiao Xinxin’s background, they’d even used her as a cautionary tale—proof of how “lucky” and “superior” he was.

But they’d been too lazy to remember names.

At home, they just called her “that illegitimate girl in Fatty’s class” or “that rich man’s bastard daughter.”

So when the teacher had mentioned “Xiao Xinxin,” they hadn’t even connected the dots.

Xiao Yunmu’s words hit them like a slap.

You didn’t recognize me? Then you were never worthy of knowing me in the first place.

One sentence stripped away their self-assigned sense of importance.

Ming Ming thought, impressed—So this is what it means to kill with words.

Then Xiao Yunmu twisted the knife. “By the way, my secretary mentioned a small manufacturing firm that’s been desperately trying to get in touch with the Xiao Group these past few days—pestering all my vice presidents. That wouldn’t happen to be your company, would it?”

The color drained completely from their faces. They plastered on smiles, stammering apologies. “President Xiao, please don’t listen to the children—they don’t know what they’re saying, total misunderstanding!”

“Kids not knowing better is understandable,” he said coolly. “But when the adults don’t know better too… that’s strange. Unless”—he paused—“you said it on purpose.”

“No, no, absolutely not! We would never! Please, it’s a misunderstanding!” They looked like they might drop to their knees right there.

The Zhaos, standing nearby, watched their groveling with thinly veiled disgust.

“How unfortunate,” Xiao Yunmu said softly. “Your company’s… clearly not at the level to partner with the Xiao Group.”

Their faces froze in horror.

Without another glance at them, Xiao Yunmu turned to the teacher. “Call the principal. Have them process a withdrawal for this student.”