TFRLTOP Chapter 92 Part 1

Chapter 92 – The Young Master’s Fake Little Sister (Part 5)

◎ “You’re raising me, little one…” ◎

An R-rated movie might be spicy, and a steamy novel even more fragrant—but right now, Mingming’s heart was simply full of happiness and contentment.

Still, all the scheming and sparring with her brother had pushed her five-year-old brain to its limits.

She was about to short-circuit.

Fortunately, Xiao Yunmu noticed something was off before it was too late.

Even though she was still eating cake and her appetite hadn’t changed, there were subtle signs—tiny clues that told him Mingming wasn’t quite her usual lively self.

Why had she suddenly gone all gloomy?

From Zhao Jing’s latest Toddler Survival Guide, Xiao Yunmu learned that when a child loses energy, it’s usually not time to panic or throw them away—it’s most likely a calcium deficiency.

He did the math. Xiao Xinqi had one bag of high-calcium milk and one bag of regular milk every day. Clearly, that wasn’t enough. Maybe he should add a bag of veggie milk too.

That would cover all the nutritional bases.

Mingming refused with her whole soul.
“I’m not drinking that! I’d rather die! If you make me drink it, I’ll jump off the balcony!”

Xiao Yunmu caught her from behind as her little legs kicked in midair, thrashing so hard you’d think she wanted to turn zombie and take a bite out of her brother just to vent her fury.

“Okay, okay—no veggie milk. I give up,” Xiao Yunmu conceded with regret, already thinking of another plan.

Maybe he could take her out to play. A bit of sunshine and outdoor fun might lift her mood.

“Alright, be good. I’ll take you out to play.”

Mingming eyed him suspiciously. “Really? Where?”

He hadn’t thought that far ahead, so he hesitated for half a second.

And in that moment, he lost all credibility. Mingming flailed her legs again, roaring, “Don’t try to trick me! Do you think I’m three years old? You think a little lie will make me drink your toxic veggie milk? No way! Absolutely not! I will never surrender!”

“Yeah, yeah—you’re not three, you’re five. Five years old,” Xiao Yunmu said, ears ringing from her shouting. He set her down on a chair and rubbed his temples.

“When I say I’ll take you out, I mean it. You’ll be six soon—almost time for grade school. I’ll give you an early vacation so you can have some fun. It’s not like preschool’s teaching you anything you can’t handle anyway, okay?”

Mingming snorted, pretending to think it over. “We’ll see how you behave.”

Xiao Yunmu flicked her forehead. “Who are you talking to, huh? Show some respect.”

“Whatever.” Mingming rolled her eyes, grabbed her tablet, and went upstairs.

“Time’s up, hand it over. Protect your eyesight,” he called after her.

“Got it!”

Mingming said the words, but she didn’t mean them. With her system interface, she didn’t need to worry about nearsightedness anyway.

Xiao Yunmu did some research and put in a month-long leave request for her. By the time she went back, preschool would basically be over. A well-fed, healthy little girl could be packaged and shipped straight to grade school.

A whole month off—no preschool, no noisy kids—Mingming was thrilled. Her mood brightened instantly; her gloom vanished like smoke.

“Want to invite that classmate of yours along?” Xiao Yunmu thought of Zhao Jing’s kid. He worried she’d be lonely without a playmate her age.

“No way!” Mingming refused flatly.

He shrugged. Fine, no problem.

Honestly, he felt secretly pleased. The kid was still closest to him. After all this time in preschool, she hadn’t formed any “friendships stronger than family.” Good. His little cabbage was still pure and unspoiled.

Unfortunately, Xiao Yunmu—being the hopelessly straight-laced man he was—chose the worst possible “fun” destinations.

First stop: the museum.
Second stop: the art gallery.
Third stop: a painting exhibition.

For days, Mingming’s eyes were as lifeless as a dead fish’s.

“Maybe you should just send me back to preschool,” she said flatly. “If your goal was to make me appreciate how great preschool is, congratulations. You’ve succeeded. Take me back—you go play by yourself.”

“…” Xiao Yunmu was speechless.

“Wasn’t it fun?” he asked.

Mingming tilted her chin up and deadpanned, “What do you think?”

Yeah… it definitely wasn’t fun.

“You didn’t feel cultured? Enlightened?” he tried.

Her face twisted in disgust. “Not even a little.”

He thought for a moment, then brightened. “I’ll take you somewhere else. You’ll see—it’ll be totally different.”

He sounded so sure of himself that Mingming decided, against her better judgment, to give him one last chance.

Then he took her… to a symphony concert.

Mingming slept through the whole thing, sprawled across her seat like a starfish. Xiao Yunmu had to hold her in his arms so she wouldn’t kick someone.

Two hours later, both his arms and legs were numb.

Meanwhile, Mingming was snoring softly, practically bubbling in blissful sleep.

“Wake up, we’re going home,” he whispered, shaking her gently.

“Huh? What? Is it time for preschool?” she mumbled groggily.

He sighed. Clearly, kids weren’t into this kind of “high culture.”

But that was how he’d grown up—so what had gone wrong?

Back home, Mingming quickly returned to her normal preschool routine, prepping for her big “return.”

Xiao Yunmu, on the other hand, felt deeply defeated. His glorious, almighty image had taken a serious hit in her eyes.

She didn’t even look at him with admiration anymore.

Unacceptable.

He wasn’t giving up that easily. He had a whole month to win this little brat over again.

He would figure out what kids actually liked to do.

The next day, he brought Mingming to a golf course.

She looked even less enthusiastic than before. “What, am I your caddy now?”

“You’ve got real caddies here, but you’d rather use child labor? Seriously?”

“Relax, sweetheart,” Xiao Yunmu said. “It’s not hiring—it’s free labor.”

Mingming’s temper flared. “You’re making me work for you and you’re not even giving me cake?! Who does that?”

Seeing her ready to blow up, he quickly took her to the green and got her her own mini set of clubs.

“Hey, I was just joking. You didn’t think I meant it, did you? Silly girl.”

A professional coach came over, demonstrated the basics, and let Mingming try for herself.

She took her stance, nervous and unsure, glancing up at her brother for reassurance.

He gave her a nod and an encouraging look.

Mingming hesitated.

“What’s wrong?” Xiao Yunmu asked.

She frowned. “You’re just waiting for me to mess up so you can laugh, aren’t you?”

“…” He sighed. “Do I look that bored to you?”

“Can’t say for sure,” she muttered, focusing on the ball again.

He rolled his eyes so hard it hurt, stepped behind her, bent down, and gently guided her hands on the club. Together, they swung.

The ball arced beautifully through the air—and vanished into the distance.

“Perfect shot!” someone exclaimed from across the course.

“Not bad at all,” Xiao Yunmu said, patting Mingming’s head as she’d just hit the ball herself.

Oh? Maybe this was actually kind of fun.

From that moment on, Mingming was hooked.