Fifteen minutes ago.

Mu Yiran watched from below the stage as Shi Youxi was surrounded by a group of staff members on stage. She herself became like Shi Youxi's guardian, admiring her own outstanding child. Every now and then, staff members would ask for her opinion.

Mu Yiran initially seemed to be enjoying it.

It wasn't until the instructor in charge of the exam blurted out that she was called "Mrs. Shi".

Mu Yiran's smile froze on her face. She didn't respond, but nodded with a smile to send the other person away. Then she left the stage and went to the restroom.

Shi Yan and Bai Shengsheng went abroad for two months, which was so long that Mu Yiran almost forgot the dream she had on her first night after transmigrating.

Shi Yan is the head of the Shi family, so no one would not know Shi Youxi's father.

What about Bai Shengsheng?

As Mrs. Shi, she rarely appeared in public due to illness, and few people recognized her, so much so that even Shi Youxi's cello instructor did not know her.

Looking at the water running in the sink, Mu Yiran felt a faint pain welling up in her heart, as if her burning heart had been doused with ice-cold water.

How many times has Shi Youxi experienced such heartbreak?

Bai Shengsheng controlled everything about Shi Youxi under the guise of maternal love, but never participated in even the slightest aspect of Shi Youxi's life.

This guy is really...

It's really heartbreaking.

It's so heartbreaking that you want to treat him even better.

Previously, Shi Youxi had been pestering her to sleep with him at night.

Or... just sleep for one night?

Mu Yiran relaxed her expression, turned to leave the bathroom, then returned to the vanity mirror, took out a black lace headband from her bag.

She was wearing a black lace leather dress today, and the leather bracelet and headband were too embarrassing for her to wear, no matter how many times Shi Youxi told her.

Oh well, this kid likes it.

Just... wear it once.

Mu Yiran endured the glances that kept being cast at her along the way. The staff said that Shi Youxi had followed her out. The Ace Concert Hall was very large, and she had been searching for it all the way down.

Even though she knew it was a concert hall with excellent soundproofing, she still called out to people as she searched.

Then she saw a familiar man in black at the entrance of one of the lounges.

Mu Yiran: "Oh, the young master is inside..."

"Hello, Miss Mu!" The man's loud voice swept across the entire corridor.

Mu Yiran: "Ma...."

The bodyguards around Shi Youxi were always very polite to her, even though Mu Yiran was a worker for the Shi family just like them.

But this is the first time I've greeted someone so respectfully.

She returned the greeting with a smile, but before she could ask if Shi Youxi was inside, the thick door behind the bodyguard was pulled open.

Shi Youxi's little face peeked out from the crack in the door, "Sister, I'm here."

"Oh, your rehearsal isn't over yet? What are you doing here?"

“If you run into a classmate, greet her…” Shi Youxi stared intently at the girl in front of him.

Mu Yiran raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes conveying an unmistakable message: "Are you really that polite?"

The most amazing thing is that this guy actually remembers his classmates' faces?

As if to verify that what Shi Youxi said was true, the door was opened, and Heng Qian appeared with a plain face.

"Hello."

Mu Yiran: "...Hello."

Mu Yiran felt surprised and a little embarrassed, after all, their last meeting was not pleasant.

Moreover, Hengqian's face was now deathly pale, and her eyes were strange and sinister as she stared at Mu Yiran. Mu Yiran was afraid of being retaliated against.

"Well... I won't disturb you any longer, you can continue."

"Let's not continue, let's go, sister."

Shi Youxi came out and closed the door behind him. His eyes seemed glued to Mu Yiran, and he pulled her away with a hint of impatience.

"What are you talking about? Um... where's Brother Arm?" Just now, through the crack in the door, Brother Arm was waving to her, but he didn't come out with her. Instead, he stayed in Hengqian's rest room.

He helped clean up the trash.

"Trash? You threw trash in someone's break room?"

Mu Yiran followed his footsteps, moving further and further away from the rest area.

She could no longer hear the sharp, painful groans coming from that room.

...

night.

Shi Youxi came out of the bathroom, wearing the soft silk pajamas from L brand that Mu Yiran had arranged for him.

Because Mu Yiran said she wanted to see him wear all sorts of colors, Shi Youxi bought all the colors of this style.

She changed her clothes every day just to please Mu Yiran, hoping to take advantage of her soft heart and sleep in the same bed with her sister.

Even though he's wearing pink pajamas right now.

Shi Youxi put it on despite feeling nauseous. He was willing to wear pink underwear as long as it would allow his sister to sleep with him all night.

When he saw Mu Yiran sitting on the sofa next to the bed, wearing pajamas of the same color, Shi Youxi suddenly felt that the color was actually... quite nice.

Mu Yiran waved her hand: "You're done washing up. Come on, let me blow-dry your hair."

Shi Youxi walked over and plopped down on the carpet in front of Mu Yiran, her head slightly lowered, her black hair and white neck creating a striking contrast.

Mu Yiran has always been someone who gets easily excited but loses interest quickly.

In the afternoon, Mu Yiran was thinking of giving Shi Youxi more maternal love. He had been pestering her to sleep with him for a long time. At that moment, Mu Yiran thought that sleeping with a 10-year-old boy was not a bad idea.

But now...

She glanced at the boy's undulating back, visible beneath his pajamas. Shi Youxi had gained some weight recently, and with his consistent exercise, he had developed powerful muscles.

The little boy is about to start developing and become a teenager.

Mu Yiran could no longer sleep with him without any scruples; that wouldn't be right.

So she abandoned the idea and decided to leave after blow-drying Shi Youxi's hair.

The girl's soft, warm fingers ran through the boy's thick, fine hair, from the top of his head to the back of his neck, again and again.

Shi Youxi's scalp tingled and felt hot; the scent of the same shampoo and shower gel from both of them filled his nostrils.

And there's the natural sweetness that comes with my sister.

A flavor that he can relax with, a flavor he cherishes.

Shi Youxi didn't want to do anything, didn't want to think about anything. He wrapped his arms around the girl's legs and rested his face on Mu Yiran's knees.

Mu Yiran was being pulled around by a koala and couldn't move.

She turned up the hairdryer's setting, making Shi Youxi's hair fly wildly. It dried quickly, and she rubbed Shi Youxi's head. The freshly dried hair felt wonderful, and she couldn't resist touching it several times.

Shi Youxi, however, was even more comfortable than her, burying her face in her knees and whimpering, "Sister, I'm sleepy."

"Then go to sleep, I won't disturb you."

Shi Youxi: "...?"

Shi Youxi realized that Mu Yiran didn't want to sleep with him, so he frowned and lifted his face from between her legs.

The room lights flickered a few times and then went out completely, plunging the hallway into darkness.

Mu Yiran glanced out the window at the thunder and lightning. "It seems to be a power outage caused by thunder. The butler will take care of it."

"You go to sleep first."

Shi Youxi: "Sister, I'm wearing pink today."

Mu Yiran: "I know... so what?"

Shi Youxi: "I'm wearing pink, don't you like it?"

Mu Yiran: "Very beautiful and good-looking. Young Master really can pull off any color very well."

Mu Yiran didn't seem to understand his meaning; after a string of rambling praises, she still wanted to leave.

Shi Youxi tightened his grip, preventing her from getting up. "I'm scared."

Mu Yiran: "...Do you think I believe that?"

“I’m afraid of my older sister. Before, I was always alone whenever there was thunder.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiran stared blankly at the fluffy head on her lap, feeling the boy's breath rustling against her pajama bottoms.

"The thunder was so loud, I was too scared to sleep alone."

"So, sister, sleep with me tonight."

"OK."