My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

The moment the door closed, Cheng Xiaoyu was like a firecracker that had been lit, bouncing directly from the entrance hall into the living room.

"Brother! Brother! Are you alright?!"

He circled the program three times, looking it up and down, his expression gradually shifting from tension to confusion, finally settling on a look of shock that seemed to say, "This is unscientific."

"Why didn't you throw up? Why didn't you have a seizure? You were so close to that pretty lady just now! Just... that close!"

He spread his arms wide, gesturing an exaggerated distance, almost hitting the water glass on the coffee table.

With a blank expression, Cheng Xuyan reached out and pressed his arm down: "Could you please keep your voice down?"

"No, bro, this isn't normal!"

Cheng Xiaoyu completely ignored the suggestion to increase the volume and instead raised it by eight octaves.

"Last time, Wang Yutong's mom from the next class came to our house to deliver homework. She stood at the door and said three sentences to you through the security door! Three sentences! You ran to the bathroom and threw up for half an hour! Today, a pretty girl walked right up to you, and she was the closest she got to you..."

He stretched out his chubby hand and pinched a tiny gap between his thumb and forefinger. "So close! And you didn't react?"

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. His expression turned serious, and he walked around Cheng Xuyan with his hands behind his back, looking just like a junior senior expert conducting a consultation.

The program was getting a headache from his spinning, so it flicked his forehead: "You want me to react?"

"It's not really hope..."

Cheng Xiaoyu scratched the back of his head and honestly said what he was thinking, "I'm just a little disappointed. I thought I'd see you throwing up all over the place, that would have been hilarious."

The vein on Cheng Shuyan's forehead throbbed.

He took a deep breath and flashed a near-perfect smile: "Cheng Xiaoyu, does that pretty lady you were talking about know that you tripped and fell flat on your face in the park? Or maybe you tripped over a pebble that didn't even exist?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's expression instantly fell: "How did you know?!"

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"You have two big patches of dirt on your knees, do you think I'm blind?"

Cheng Xuyan leaned against the shoe cabinet, arms crossed, and looked at him. "Next time you want to see me make a fool of myself, you'd better brush the dust off your own butt first."

Cheng Xiaoyu quickly turned his head to look at his backside, then realized that it was impossible to see from the front; he had been tricked again.

He patted his round belly angrily, making a slapping sound: "You're always bullying me! You keep saying I'm fat, but I'm not fat! This is called strong! Our PE teacher said this is called sturdy!"

"If your PE teacher saw you trip over a crack in the ground in the park, he might take back what he said."

"you!"

"What's all the noise about?"

The kitchen door was pushed open, and Sun Yaqin came out carrying a plate of cut fruit. She saw her two sons staring at each other in the entryway and sighed as if it were nothing new.

She placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, walked over, pulled her youngest son over, and bent down to brush the dust off his knees.

"Why did you fall again? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

Cheng Xiaoyu puffed out his chest and announced loudly in a tone that was both tattletale and breaking news, "Mom! I have something super important to tell you! My brother's illness seems to be cured!"

Sun Yaqin glanced up at her eldest son, not taking it too seriously: "What's wrong?"

"It's that problem of not being able to touch girls!"

Cheng Xiaoyu was jumping up and down in a panic, "A really pretty lady just walked me home, and she was standing at the door talking to my brother face to face, and my brother was completely fine! He didn't even throw up! His face didn't even turn pale!"

Sun Yaqin stopped brushing the dust off her hands.

She straightened up and turned her gaze to her eldest son, who was leaning against the shoe cabinet.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so she looked away, bent down, picked up a piece of apple from the fruit plate, stuffed it into her mouth, and mumbled, "Cheng Xiaoyu, stop exaggerating."

But Sun Yaqin had already keenly noticed the subtle evasiveness in her eldest son's expression.

As a mother who has raised Chengxu Yan for nineteen years, she knows her son all too well.

No one knows better than Cheng Xuyan how severe her fear of women is.

Over the years, she has taken him to see countless doctors and tried all sorts of methods, from drug treatment to psychological intervention, from combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine to folk remedies—she tried everything she could think of.

The worst time was when a female doctor approached him to examine him, and his heart rate instantly spiked to a dangerous level. He vomited uncontrollably and almost had to be admitted to the intensive care unit.

From then on, she almost resigned herself to her fate.

She even secretly thought that her eldest son would probably be lonely for the rest of his life.

But how can a mother truly accept this fate?

Sun Yaqin has tossed and turned at night more than once, imagining her eldest son's future.

He's smart, outstanding, and handsome, yet he's plagued by this inexplicable flaw.

She thought that he might never be able to date, get married, or have a complete family like a normal person.

Thinking about it makes my heart ache so much that I can't sleep.

But what was that saying again?

After the darkest hour comes the dawn!

Sun Yaqin's eyes lit up, a brightness Cheng Xiaoyu had only ever seen during major sales at shopping malls.

"Xiaoyu, how old is that pretty lady you were talking about? Where does she live? What does she look like? What's her name? How many people are in her family?"

"Mom, are you checking the household registration?" Cheng Xuyan frowned.

"Shut up."

Sun Yaqin didn't even turn her head, her gaze fixed intently on her youngest son.

Cheng Xiaoyu was startled by the intensity in his mother's eyes, but he still answered honestly.

"It's Sister Su Qing! She also has a younger sister named Xiao Ran, who's the same age as me and lives on the eighth floor! This beautiful sister is so pretty, just like a movie star! She's also incredibly kind. When I fell down, nobody else helped me, but she came to help me up and even let Xiao Ran play with me!"

As he spoke, a look of longing appeared on the chubby boy's face, and he cupped his round cheeks in his hands.

"I've decided, when I grow up I'm going to marry a beautiful older sister!"

"Cough cough cough..." Cheng Xuyan choked on the apple and coughed for a long time, pounding his chest.

Sun Yaqin completely ignored her eldest son, who was choking half to death. Instead, she squatted down, placed her hands on her younger son's shoulders, and looked as solemn as if she were handing over some important task.

"Xiaoyu, you did the right thing. You should play with Sister Su Qing and the others more often from now on, okay?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. He was thinking that he could spend every day with the pretty older sister and also annoy his brother.

This guy bullies him every day because he's tall and fast; let's see how smug he is this time.

So he nodded readily and decisively: "I know!"

Cheng Xuyan finally caught his breath, his voice still a little hoarse: "Mom, please don't..."

"Don't just sit around doing nothing."

Sun Yaqin stood up, looking at him intently. "Next time you see a girl, tidy yourself up properly. Look at yourself now, unshaven and with hair like a bird's nest. What girl would want to give you a second glance?"

Cheng Xiaoyu, standing nearby, added gloatingly, "Exactly! That pretty lady probably thought you were our dad!"

Cheng Xuyan took a deep breath, swallowed the rest of his rebuttal, and turned to walk towards his room with a blank expression.

A scream came from behind: "Mom! My brother ate my last piece of dragon fruit!"

Sun Yaqin ignored her two sons' daily squabble.

She stood in the center of the living room, her mind racing.

Su Qing. Eighth floor. Has a seven-year-old sister.

She knew almost nothing about the girl, but one thing was certain: Cheng Xuyan's fear of women had never failed him for any woman other than his family members in the past ten years, not even once.

This girl named Su Qing is the only exception.

From any perspective, this exception deserves serious consideration.

Of course, she wasn't the kind of mother who would rashly rush in and play matchmaker.

The girl and her son barely even know each other. She can't just walk up to him and say, "Hi, my son doesn't vomit when he's around you. Would you consider it?" That would be too inappropriate.

But Xiaoyu is different.

Xiaoyu got along well with Miss Su's sister. Xiaoyu was also a very outgoing person and could talk to anyone.

Through Xiaoyu, there will always be opportunities to get to know each other better. We can get acquainted first, and then see how things develop.

The more Sun Yaqin thought about it, the more she felt this path would work. She turned around and waved to Cheng Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, come here, Mom wants to ask you something."

Cheng Xiaoyu came running over excitedly, a ring of red dragon fruit juice still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"How are you getting along with Su Qing's younger sister?"

"That's great! Little Ran isn't very talkative, but she's incredibly fast on the slide!" Cheng Xiaoyu said, then quickly added, "But not as fast as me!"

"So, are you guys making plans to hang out together again tomorrow?"

"It's on!" Cheng Xiaoyu answered loudly, then paused, scratched his head, and added, "Actually, it was me who made the request, but Xiao Ran didn't object, so that means she agreed!"

Sun Yaqin nodded in satisfaction and handed him a tissue to wipe his mouth: "Before we go to the park tomorrow, Mom will prepare some snacks for you to take with you and share with Xiao Ran."

Cheng Xiaoyu's eyes lit up: "Do you have chocolate cookies?"

"have."

"Mom, you're the best!"

Sun Yaqin smiled and rubbed his head.

Although this youngest son is mischievous, he is surprisingly reliable when it comes to getting things done. Once he sets his mind on something, he never gives up halfway.

She glanced at her eldest son's closed door again and muttered to herself, "Who can say for sure about fate?"