TFRLTOP Chapter 94 Part 1

Chapter 94 — The Young Master’s Fake Sister (Part Seven)

Surprise or Shock?

Little An Kang’s heart felt like it had been hit by a truck. He couldn’t understand how a classmate who’d been so warm to him just yesterday could suddenly turn so cold.

Wasn’t it Xiao Xinxi who had chased him around, insisting they be friends? Every day after class, she’d come over to his desk to chat, drag him outside to play, chirping non-stop in his ear. Even when he didn’t respond much, she never gave up. Sometimes she’d cover her mouth and whisper strange words he didn’t quite understand—something about him being “so cute,” or “the perfect little boy.”

Still, he’d listened carefully to every word she said. And he’d made up his mind that the next time they talked, he would tell her that—yes—he wanted to be her friend too.

But before he even had the chance, she suddenly stopped talking to him.

And the reason?
Because… he was too short.

Poor An Kang nearly burst into tears.

“Then… if I get taller, will you be my friend again?” he asked softly.

Ming Ming (Xiao Xinxi) hesitated.

Would he even count as a “cute little boy” anymore once he grew up?
What if he ended up awkward-looking later?

Honestly, when they’d been around the same height, she thought he was adorable. But now that she was taller, he didn’t seem that special anymore. Half a head’s difference, and suddenly her feelings had changed—it was like the spark was gone. When he was her size, he was a cute little boy; now, if she liked him, it would almost feel like… maternal affection.

And the more miserable he looked, the more she wanted to run away.

Don’t cry, kid. I don’t know how to comfort children. If your parents walk by and see this, they’ll think I bullied you…

Someone save me.

Where’s that someone—?

Where’s Zhao Chengfei when I need him? Usually, he’s everywhere I turn, but today of all days, he’s nowhere to be found. Couldn’t he show up now and rescue me from this mess?

Just as she was thinking how to escape, a familiar voice called out from behind her.

“Xiao Xinxi.”

Ming Ming turned around and saw Xiao Yunmu waving from a distance. Her eyes lit up instantly. She waved vaguely to An Kang.
“I’ve gotta go, bye!”

And with that, she ran off toward Xiao Yunmu, completely ignoring the devastated look on the little boy’s face.

Why was her brother suddenly back? He hadn’t even told her.

Had he seen what just happened?

“Brother!” she called sweetly.

“When did you get back?” she said, grabbing his hand and swinging it. “Why didn’t you tell me first—were you trying to surprise me? I’ve been sooo good lately! Do you have a present for me?”

The words tumbled out one after another—maybe she really missed him, or maybe she was just trying to talk fast enough to cover herself.

Xiao Yunmu gave her a sideways glance, his expression calm but observant.

Ming Ming grinned nervously.

He didn’t expose her lie. Instead, he said, “Of course, I brought you something. It’s at home—a birthday gift I prepared in advance. Do you want to open it now or wait for your birthday?”

Ming Ming said righteously, “You can’t open birthday presents early!”

“Oh?” he said. “So you’re going to wait until your birthday?”

“No!” she said firmly, shaking her head. “I’m opening it today.”

He raised an eyebrow.

She explained solemnly, “If I open it today, then it’s not a birthday present—it’s just a regular present.”

“So let me guess,” Xiao Yunmu said dryly. “You’re saying if you open this one now, you still get another gift on your actual birthday?”

Ming Ming nodded, eyes sparkling.

“Get lost,” he said with mock annoyance, lifting a leg as if to kick her.

—

Later, while driving, Xiao Yunmu asked casually,
“What happened just now with that little classmate of yours?”

Ming Ming blinked innocently. “Nothing. We were just chatting.”

“Just chatting?” His tone was cool, skeptical. “You just chatted him to the point of tears?”

Ming Ming twiddled her fingers guiltily. “Brother, you’re a guy—you should know how sensitive boys are at that age! I’m just a bit more straightforward. How was I supposed to know which word would hurt his delicate little heart? I didn’t mean it! I’ll just apologize tomorrow.”

The car stopped at a red light.

Xiao Yunmu turned his head and looked at her wordlessly.

That look said everything—he knew she was lying.

After a pause, she asked nervously, “You… didn’t happen to hear our conversation, did you?”

He gave a low “hmph” through his nose.

So he did hear.

“You—!” she said, indignant. “How can you eavesdrop on kids’ conversations? Don’t little kids get any privacy? You totally don’t respect me!”

The light turned green, and he started driving again. “Impressive. You go to school for a few weeks and suddenly you’re lecturing me about respect.”

“Of course! I’ve learned all kinds of things at school.”

“Oh, really? Did they also teach you how to toy with someone’s feelings?”

Ming Ming scrambled up from her seat, glaring at him. “That’s not ‘toying with feelings’! What, you expect your cute little sister to keep chasing after someone who doesn’t even want to be friends? I tried! If he ignores me, what am I supposed to do?”

“Sit down,” Xiao Yunmu said sharply. “So it’s really just because he’s shorter than you?”

She turned her eyes away. “That’s… part of it.”

He shot her a look that clearly said, “Just part of it?”

“Let me be clear,” he said. “Friends are fine, but don’t mess around with anything beyond that. You’re still a kid. And stop watching those ridiculous dramas.”

“I don’t watch dramas,” she muttered. “I only watch Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.”

“Oh? And that cartoon taught you all this?”

Ming Ming mumbled under her breath, “That boy looks like Pleasant Goat…”

Xiao Yunmu: “…”

For a moment, he didn’t even know how to respond—but somehow, that confirmed he’d chosen the right birthday gift.

To cover his expression, he scolded again, “Sit properly! If we hit the brakes, you’ll go flying.”

“Not my fault,” she said, stretching her neck and whining, “I want a booster seat!”

“You’re four-foot-three,” he said flatly. “You don’t need a booster seat.”

“Don’t care. I’m still the baby.”

“Experts say babies shouldn’t eat too many sweets or junk food. They also say babies should drink one pouch of veggie milk every day…”

Ming Ming cut him off. “Ugh, you’re so annoying! Can’t you think for yourself for once? Why do you have to listen to those so-called experts? Which expert said that, anyway? They sound totally unqualified—I’m filing a complaint!”

Xiao Yunmu gave her a flat look. “The expert’s name is Xiao Yunmu, address 72 Huafeng Street, downstairs from you, phone number 187xxxx1688. Go ahead, file your complaint. I’ll wait.”

Ming Ming: “…”

She turned her head away, sulking in silence.

When they got home, the housekeeper greeted them. “Dinner’s ready—go wash your hands first.”

“Not yet,” Xiao Yunmu said, nudging Ming Ming toward the sink. “Go wash up, then bring the box I brought home to the living room.”

“What box? Is it a present? Can I see it?” she asked, craning her neck.

“Wash your hands first. You can look after.”

After she washed up, Ming Ming came out to see a huge box waiting for her on the table. She’d expected something small, but this thing was nearly half a meter wide in every direction.

She looked at her brother with excitement. He nodded toward it. “Go on. Open it.”