Ji Yunxiao really wasn’t targeting Ji Liuliu.
She just simply didn’t like anyone else calling her “sister.”
Because that was a title reserved only for Song Qianqian.
But Ji Liuliu didn’t know any of this.
She bit her slightly pale lips, then let go, and came over to softly ask, “Why not?”
Ji Yunxiao casually made up a reason.
“I was only born two hours before you.”
Ji Liuliu quietly argued, “Even if it’s just two hours, you’re still my sister.”
Ji Yunxiao’s brow twitched.
That string in her heart was suddenly plucked, and her memories drifted back to many years before she transmigrated into the book.
Back then, she used to coax Song Qianqian with similar words.
She would always hold Song Qianqian’s hand and say, “Even if I was born just two days earlier, I’m still your sister.
You have to call me sister, got it?”
Sometimes Song Qianqian would ignore her, lifting her little chin with a proud look, but when she was in a good mood, she’d throw herself into Ji Yunxiao’s arms, her smile bright and dazzling like spring flowers in bloom.
“Sister, my good sister, you’re not allowed to let anyone else call you that, you hear me?”
Ji Yunxiao would ask her why, and she’d answer bossily and righteously, “Because only I get to call you that.”
Ji Yunxiao would be so dazzled by that pretty, radiant little face that she couldn’t look away, and she couldn’t help but reach out to touch her a couple of times before saying seriously, “I’ll only be your good sister.”
She’d promised Qianqian.
Ji Yunxiao pulled herself out of her thoughts and took a good look at Ji Liuliu.
The girl was wearing a polka-dot top with a pink, mid-length pleated skirt.
She looked pure and delicate, her manner soft and gentle, her voice quiet and careful—like a little white flower that needed protecting.
Ji Yunxiao felt a bit complicated inside.
According to the original plot, Ji Liuliu and Lin Qianwei would go through a heart-wrenching, passionate, and painful romance, only to part with regret in the end.
But looking at Ji Liuliu now, Ji Yunxiao just couldn’t see her matching with Lin Qianwei at all.
My wife is still a better match for me, right? Ji Yunxiao thought.
She pulled herself back and repeated to Ji Liuliu, “Seriously, don’t call me sister.”
This time, before Ji Liuliu could ask why, Ji Yunxiao gave her an answer that left her speechless.
“Only my wife gets to call me that.”
Ji Yunxiao said it openly, without any teasing, but Ji Liuliu still felt as if she’d been flirted with.
She stood there in shock, wanting to say something but holding back, her face gradually turning red.
Ji Yunxiao didn’t notice her reaction.
She went to the side to get a glass of water, and after drinking, she finally noticed Ji Liuliu’s odd expression.
After a couple of seconds, Ji Yunxiao added an explanation, “Don’t get the wrong idea, there’s nothing else to it.
My wife just really likes calling me that.”
Ji Liuliu tried to hold it in, but couldn’t.
“President Lin likes to call you sister? But she’s five years older than you…”
Ji Yunxiao’s long eyes narrowed, a hint of scrutiny in her gaze.
“You sure remember my wife’s age well.”
Ji Liuliu choked.
Ji Yunxiao smiled lazily, withdrawing the pressure she’d just exerted, and then seriously showed off her relationship.
“Why does President Lin call me sister even though I’m younger than her? Obviously, it’s just a little wifey fun.”
Honestly, it was a pretty strange feeling.
Before transmigrating, she was the older one.
After transmigrating, she’d become the younger.
But it didn’t matter.
As long as she could be with Qianqian, she didn’t care about being the 1 or the 0.
Of course, Ji Yunxiao preferred being the 1.
After saying it was just wifey fun, Ji Yunxiao raised her eyebrows and asked Ji Liuliu, “Now do you get it?”
Ji Liuliu’s expression shifted again.
She remembered that Lin Qianwei and Ji Yunxiao didn’t have any real feelings for each other.
Not long ago, when Ji Yunxiao was caught hitting and scolding Lin Youran, Lin Qianwei had gotten angry and even wanted to divorce Ji Yunxiao.
Thinking of this, Ji Liuliu bit her lip a little harder.
But she still spoke softly, “Then can I call you Yunxiao?”
Ji Yunxiao replied indifferently, “Mm.”
She was holding her phone, messaging Lin Qianwei: [How’s the coffee?]
The chat box showed the other person was typing, but Ji Yunxiao waited a long time and still didn’t get a reply.
Instead, Ji Liuliu said to her, “Yunxiao, do you want to come upstairs and sit for a bit?”
Ji Yunxiao answered, “No need.”
Ji Liuliu added, “You left something at my place.”
Ji Yunxiao looked up.
“What is it?”
Ji Liuliu lowered her lashes.
“After you stayed over last time, Auntie mixed up our clothes, so now I have a few of your things in my closet.”
Ji Yunxiao said, “Just bring them down for me.”
Ji Liuliu looked troubled.
“But we have an identical undershirt, and now they’re together.
I can’t really tell which is which.”
A strange look flashed in Ji Yunxiao’s eyes.
She glanced at her phone again.
Lin Qianwei still hadn’t replied, and the “typing” indicator had disappeared.
Ji Yunxiao sighed inwardly and stood up.
“Lead the way.”
Ji Liuliu’s room was upstairs, past a spiral staircase.
After a few steps, Ji Liuliu seemed to make up her mind and suddenly grabbed Ji Yunxiao’s wrist.
Ji Yunxiao: “?”
“I know you hate me.
You’ve always wanted to kick me out of the Ji family,” Ji Liuliu said with a gentle smile, but her tone was a little sad.
“But I hate you too.”
Ji Yunxiao glanced at the hand gripping her wrist and said in a low voice, “If you have something to say, just say it.
Don’t pull me around.”
She tried to shake her off, but Ji Liuliu just held on tighter, so Ji Yunxiao used a bit more force.
But in the next second, Ji Liuliu suddenly let go and fell backward.
Ji Yunxiao: “?”
Catching a glimpse of the living room security camera, Ji Yunxiao finally remembered the plot from the original book.
That afternoon, she’d skimmed through the pages, not paying much attention and skipping a lot, so she didn’t know the details here.
But she remembered it was explained later that Lin Qianwei finally decided to kick Ji Yunxiao out of the house because Ji Yunxiao had pushed Ji Liuliu down the stairs.
At the time, Lin Qianwei’s mother had even said to her, “Ji Yunxiao is just that kind of vicious woman.
If she can push Ji Liuliu down the stairs today, she could do something even crazier tomorrow.
Aren’t you scared?”
After the abuse of Lin Youran was discovered, the original Ji Yunxiao had cried and sworn to change her ways, but just a few days later, this happened again.
Even though she denied pushing Ji Liuliu, no one wanted to believe her.
All these thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
In reality, the moment Ji Liuliu started to fall, Ji Yunxiao reacted quickly and caught her.
Ji Liuliu hadn’t expected Ji Yunxiao to react like that, and her eyes were full of disbelief.
Ji Yunxiao had already let go, set her upright, and said helplessly, “Why bother?”
Ji Liuliu suddenly became both angry and embarrassed.
She usually looked pure and harmless, but now her features were a little twisted, her face flushing and paling by turns.
She glared at Ji Yunxiao, planning to fake another fall, but Ji Yunxiao still grabbed her collar with perfect accuracy and pulled her back.
“That’s enough.” Ji Yunxiao frowned, a little amused.
“Didn’t expect you to look so delicate but be so gutsy.
You really dared to throw yourself down such a tall staircase.
Aren’t you afraid it’ll hurt?”
Hearing this, Ji Liuliu couldn’t keep up her act anymore.
Tears welled up in her eyes, turning them red, and she choked out, “Stop pretending to be nice, Ji Yunxiao.”
Ji Yunxiao immediately felt a headache coming on.
“Cry if you want.”
With that, she turned and walked down the stairs.
After all, she had no interest in comforting other women.
At this moment, Ji Honghai also came out of the study.
He didn’t even notice Ji Liuliu wiping her tears on the stairs, just looked eagerly at his biological daughter Ji Yunxiao, beaming, “Xiaoxiao, I read your proposal.
It’s really useful, but there are some details we need to discuss further.
Do you have time now?”
Ji Yunxiao smiled.
“I do.”
The two of them moved to another place to talk in detail, discussing everything from the company’s current problems to its future development.
Ji Yunxiao not only pointed out the pros and cons sharply, but also offered solutions and effective plans.
This made Ji Honghai see her in a whole new light.
He was so pleased that he finally remembered to ask, “Xiaoxiao, how come you’ve changed so much lately?”
Suddenly, her phone screen lit up.
Ji Yunxiao saw a message from Lin Qianwei and absentmindedly brushed off Ji Honghai, “Just got over my rebellious phase.
I was immature before, sorry for making you worry, Dad.”
Ji Honghai didn’t suspect anything, just sighed, “It’s because I didn’t understand you enough.
Missing out on twenty years of father-daughter time, we’ve lost so much.”
He kept going on about making it up to Ji Yunxiao, and when he finally finished, he couldn’t help but brag, “I knew it, how could my biological daughter really be a good-for-nothing? She’s got half my genes, after all.”
Ji Yunxiao: “……”
Men really are confident.
She casually humored Ji Honghai, and after leaving, focused on chatting with Lin Qianwei on her phone.
Lin Qianwei finally replied, but only with two words: [It’s okay.]
Ji Yunxiao could just picture her wife carefully considering and then typing those two words, and couldn’t help but smile even more.
She knew Qianqian’s tastes too well.
Last time at the coffee shop, Lin Qianwei had clearly liked it a lot.
But she just had to say “it’s okay.”
So stubborn.
Wonder if she’d soften up after a kiss.
Countless unspeakable images flashed through Ji Yunxiao’s mind, but she restrained herself and typed: [President Lin, is there anything you think still needs improvement?]
This time Lin Qianwei replied quickly: [Handle it yourself.]
She even sent two more messages: [Don’t message me if it’s nothing important.] [It’ll distract me from work.]
But soon, the last message was deleted.
It was a perfectly normal thing to say, but Ji Yunxiao still felt teased and her heart itched.
She was about to say something else when Ji Liuliu caught up and called her name, “Ji Yunxiao.”
Ji Yunxiao was a bit impatient and turned to ask, “What is it?”
Ji Liuliu clutched her skirt, her expression hard to read.
“Did you tell Dad about what just happened?”
Ji Yunxiao laughed.
“I’m not that bored.”
She just found it funny.
Ji Liuliu actually wanted to throw herself down the stairs and use her own injury to frame her.
That was just too low-level.
Maybe she’d watched too many melodramatic TV dramas.
Although, judging by the plot later in the original book, her fall did serve a purpose, but if it meant breaking her own bones, it really wasn’t worth it.
“You really do seem different.” Ji Liuliu stared at her, then after a while said, “But I still hate you.”
Ji Yunxiao didn’t care, replying breezily, “Whatever.”
With that, she drove off on her own.
Watching Ji Yunxiao drive away so skillfully, Ji Liuliu’s eyes filled with surprise again.
But Ji Yunxiao didn’t care what she thought.
Ji Yunxiao only wanted to chase after her wife.
Luckily, a few hours later, Lin Qianwei reached out to her again, saying: [Come over.]
Ji Yunxiao was overjoyed: [Where do you want me to go?]
Lin Qianwei said: [My place.]
