She's your sister ！？

"Xiao Liu, where are you?" Just as I parked my car in the Industrial and Commercial Bank parking lot, I got a call from Uncle Zhao.

"I just got home and am parking. What's up?" Uncle Zhao usually didn't call me in the evening.

"There's a bit of a company issue. Could you come over to Shuguang?" he asked.

"Now? Sure, I'll head over. Wait for me," I replied, hung up, and drove out of the lot again.

I was probably in a rush because as soon as the light changed at an intersection, I accelerated through it—right as a left-turning Alto car collided with mine.

The Alto was clearly damaged quite badly, with the back half dented in. Traffic accidents like this are hard to assign responsibility for since both parties moved as the light was changing. I'd likely bear most of the fault.

My main concern was whether anyone in the Alto was injured. I quickly got out of my car and ran over. At the same time, the Alto's driver exited from the passenger side.

Seeing that the driver was unharmed, I was instantly relieved. A damaged car was one thing, but if someone had been injured, that would be a much bigger problem.

To my surprise, the driver was a young woman, probably around 18 or 19 years old, with delicate, refined features—a pure and innocent look that made her seem like a college student. Strangely enough, she seemed familiar, as if I'd seen her somewhere before, though I couldn't quite place it.

The girl also seemed taken aback upon seeing me, hesitating as if wondering why it had to be me. She had initially planned to make the most of the accident, maybe even exaggerate her injuries to get compensation. But now, remembering what I'd said to her on another occasion, she felt a nervous flutter.

I, of course, had no idea what was going on in her mind and asked urgently, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just scraped my hand a bit…" She had actually planned in the car to make a big deal out of this. Whoever hit her car would be dragged to the hospital for a full check-up, and she'd demand compensation. But when the words came out of her mouth, all she could say was, "I'm fine."

"That's a relief! As long as you're okay. Let me see your hand…" I didn't wait for a response before taking her hand. There was a cut about two centimeters long on her left hand, bleeding slightly.

"And you said you were fine! Look, you're bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital." Without waiting for her response, I gently ushered her to my Jetta.

My car only had a broken headlight, with no other major damage.

The girl sat in the car, lost in thought. He had just held her hand, and it seemed like he was genuinely concerned about her! Strangely, she found herself forgetting the pain in her hand, even feeling a bit happy. All thoughts of demanding compensation faded away.

"Oh, right, what about your car?" I suddenly realized that her car was still parked in the middle of the road.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed. My reminder made her remember that her car, as well as her phone and wallet, were still in the middle of the road.

I assumed she was worried about the car. It looked relatively new, probably only driven for a year or so, and now it was almost totaled.

"Don't worry, I'll cover it," I said reassuringly. To me, an Alto was no big deal.

"No, I mean, my family must be worried since I've been gone a while. Do you have a phone I could borrow?" she asked, frowning. Did she really look like someone who'd be greedy for money?

Smiling slightly, I handed her my mobile phone.

"Hello, Dad? It's Yingying… I got in a little accident with someone… No, I'm fine; I'm going to the hospital now… My car's at the intersection of Nanxi Road; could you send someone to take care of it?… Okay, I'm fine, really… Sure, I'll call you again from the hospital," she said, relieved. She'd thought her father would scold her, but he let it slide so easily. He had always been against her getting a car in the first place, insisting that if she needed to go anywhere, someone could just drive her.

I called Uncle Zhao as well to let him know I'd had a small accident and would be a bit late. Zhao Junsheng gave me a few words of caution but didn't ask for details.

"What's your name?" I asked, starting a conversation to pass the time since the hospital was still a short drive away.

"I... I told you before," the girl said after a moment of thought.

"Before? Have we met before?" I asked, surprised. No wonder she looked so familiar when I first saw her.

"Forget it if you can't remember!" she said, sounding displeased. He actually forgot her, even though she kept thinking about him. Then again, with two outstanding girls always around him, why would he care about her?

"Any hints?" I thought hard but still couldn't remember. Could she be someone I knew before I was reborn? My memory from before is a bit blurry, so I often need reminders to recall things.

"How about a twenty-percent discount? Or maybe fifteen percent off?" she said, imitating my tone from that day.

Suddenly, it clicked. This girl was the cashier at Imperial Seafood the other day—the one I'd coaxed into giving me her name: Wu Yingying.

"Oh, so it's you!" I said, laughing. "Do you think you could give me a discount when I pay for your car repair?"

Although Yingying had decided not to ask him for compensation, the fact that he had even forgotten her irritated her. She shot back, "In your dreams! You owe me a new car!"

"Alright, alright, a new car it is," I replied casually, just making conversation. It's not like a car would cost me much.

"Fine! You said it! Does that mean I can choose any car I want?" Yingying replied with a sly grin, already scheming to give him a little taste of his own medicine for being so dismissive.

Not catching on to her plan, I answered absent-mindedly, "Sure, why not?"

"Pinkie promise!" She stuck out her pinky like a child.

"Excuse me, I'm driving here! Are you trying to get someone else in this car?" I said, laughing.

"Someone else? What do you mean?" Yingying looked confused.

"Well, if I hit another Alto, wouldn't I have to drive that driver to the hospital too?" I joked.

"Oh, so you think my Alto isn't sturdy enough?" she snapped.

"It's really not all that sturdy! You're lucky you only hit me. Imagine if you'd crashed into a steamroller—you'd have a scrap heap on your hands!" I teased back.

"Hmph! So, by that logic, should I be thanking you?" Yingying huffed.

"No need for that—after all, us Northeastern folks are all like living Lei Fengs!" I replied, recalling the old song about Northeasterners.

"You... You're impossible!" Yingying's face reddened, realizing I was teasing her but unable to stop herself from blushing.

"Just saying it like it is! If you had an armored car, I'd be the one in trouble here," I continued.

"Oh? That's an idea! Maybe I should talk to my dad and see about getting an armored vehicle," she said, actually nodding thoughtfully.

I broke out in a cold sweat. Armored vehicles aren't exactly street-legal! But judging by her tone, it sounded like her father might be someone important. In New Jiang, I was familiar with most of the big names, so why didn't I recognize a Wu family?

At the hospital, Yingying's injury turned out to be just a small scratch. The doctor applied some ointment, and she didn't even need a bandage. She called her father to let him know where she was.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked her.

"It's much better," she replied softly.

"Let me take another look!" Feeling mischievous, I reached for her hand. With such a charming girl in front of me, it was hard to resist the urge to hold her hand a little longer.

"No!" Yingying quickly pulled her hand back.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up, so I reached for her hand again, but she dodged deftly, leaving me grasping at thin air. She knows some moves! 

My curiosity piqued, and I reached forward with a swift grab, finally holding her hand. Yingying struggled briefly, letting out a surprised "huh." She was a Taekwondo pro and rarely had trouble escaping a hold. How was he so quick?

At that moment, a man in military uniform came charging toward us, his voice booming, "Yingying, are you alright?"

Yingying's face flushed instantly, as I was still holding her hand. If her father saw her in this awkward situation, she'd be in big trouble! She shook her hand a couple of times but couldn't break free. Frustrated, she whispered to me, "Have you held on long enough? Let go already!"

I was startled, realizing I was still holding her hand. Embarrassed, I released it immediately.

But my shock wasn't due to Yingying's father—it was because of the man standing behind him!

"Who?" Mr. Wu asked curiously. In his memory, Wu Fatty didn't have a friend like me.

"The guy you made me fly a plane all over the mountains to find last time—it's him!" Wu Fatty pointed at me.

"Oh?! So, you're the Liu Lei that Mr. Zhao mentioned?" Mr. Wu looked at me in surprise. "You don't seem that old."

"Heh, yeah! I'm the same age as Wu Fa… Tian," I replied, almost accidentally calling him by his nickname.

But Mr. Wu's next words left me completely dumbfounded.

"You idiot! Since you two know each other, let's settle this privately," Mr. Wu actually called his own son "idiot." And Wu Fatty called him "old fool" in return! This was by far the strangest father-son duo I'd ever seen!

"Dad, let it go, alright? It's not all Liu Lei's fault; I bear some responsibility too…" Yingying said shyly.

"What?!" Mr. Wu almost dropped his jaw in disbelief. He'd already sensed something was off with his daughter when he arrived—her behavior was so different from usual that he'd even wondered if someone was threatening her. But with the perpetrator so familiar with his son, it was clear there was no coercion involved. Yet why was his daughter acting so… meek?

"Yingying, are you feeling okay? You didn't hit your head in the accident, did you?" Mr. Wu asked anxiously.

"Dad~! Stop it! I already told you I'm fine…" Yingying actually pouted and acted cute.

Wu Fatty was just as stunned. Was his sister ill? This was the first time in his life he'd seen her act cute! He even pinched his thigh to check if he was dreaming.

I was equally perplexed by the father and son's reactions. "Wu Fatty, what are those expressions for? Am I so obviously the 'culprit' in your eyes?"

"No, no! Big bro, you got it wrong. I just… I'm just surprised at my sister's behavior! If she didn't look exactly the same, I'd almost think this wasn't her!"

"Idi… ooot! What did you just say?" Yingying suddenly glared at Wu Fatty with a fierce look in her eyes.

At that, Wu Fatty immediately straightened up, tense with caution. "Sis… I... won't say anything more."

I hadn't seen Yingying's fierce expression since I was turned away from her, but I did wonder why Wu Fatty suddenly quieted down. When I turned around, Yingying had already reverted to her demure, mesmerizing gaze, looking at me with an almost helpless expression.

A shiver ran down my spine... Was Yingying developing a crush?

Wu Fatty clutched his chest, breathing a sigh of relief, "Whew, now that's my sister."

"Dad~! Just leave it alone. Liu Lei already promised to buy me a new sports car!" Yingying said cheerfully to her father.

Wait, what? When did I ever agree to that? Was she just making things up? This girl's something else! Moments ago, she was saying it wasn't my fault, and now she's talking about me buying her a sports car?!

"Really?" Mr. Wu looked at me, surprised.

I could only force a bitter smile. Denying it would make me look stingy. It wasn't about the money; it was the fact that I never agreed to buy her a sports car that rubbed me the wrong way.

Noticing my conflicted expression, Yingying pouted and said, "Liu Lei, on our way to the hospital, you did promise to replace my car."

Thinking about it, I realized she was right—but I hadn't agreed to a *sports car*!

"You promised! You said I could get whatever car I wanted, and you'd buy it for me!" Yingying said slyly.

Damn, I finally realized her seemingly casual remark was a trap. Here I am, a guy in his thirties, and I just got played by an eighteen-year-old girl!

Left with no choice, I forced myself to nod and said, "Fine, let's go to the car market together sometime."

At that moment, both Wu Fatty and his father had their own thoughts. Mr. Wu cast me a puzzled glance. I was dressed fairly simply, even if my clothes were from brand names, they weren't particularly expensive. Plus, I drove an ordinary domestic Jetta. No matter how he looked at it, I didn't seem like someone who'd casually spend a fortune on a luxury car. Though Mr. Zhao had emphasized that finding me was important, he hadn't shared any specifics about my background. So, in Mr. Wu's eyes, I might have some money, but not enough to casually gift someone a sports car that costs over a million.

Wu Fatty was even more baffled. Judging by his sister's behavior, it was obvious she was pressuring me to buy her a sports car. But why? In New River City, countless wealthy heirs would spare no expense to see his sister smile. She could have her pick of luxury cars if she wanted—just one word and their driveway could be filled with options. Yet, she'd chosen to buy a modest Alto with her own money, which I'd now wrecked. Was she really asking me to compensate her? But something felt off—it seemed like there was more playfulness and mischief in her actions than genuine demand. Wu Fatty was thoroughly stumped.

"Alright! Remember, you promised! No backing out! You'll help me buy a car that I'm satisfied with!" Yingying pressed on, seizing the opportunity.

"Fine! It's only fair," I responded, struggling to find the right words. I didn't dare say much more, worried I'd be tricked by her again. Little did I know, I was already falling into her plan—something I'd painfully realize in the days to come.

"Then... pinky promise!" She held out her pinky finger, smiling sweetly to seal the deal.

"Ugh," I sighed, linking my finger with hers, utterly defeated by her persistence.

Meanwhile, Mr. Wu pulled Wu Fatty aside to a quiet corner for a private conversation.

"Fatty, was that really your sister? Or am I just seeing things?" Mr. Wu asked, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

"Come on, old man. You don't recognize your own daughter? With eyes like yours, it's a wonder you became a leader. Don't shoot your own men if you ever end up on a battlefield!" Wu Fatty sneered.

"Listen, you dimwit! I've told you a thousand times—leaders command, they see the big picture. It doesn't matter if my eyes aren't sharp as long as my brain is," Mr. Wu retorted, giving him a whack on the head.

"Geez, are you trying to knock out my smarts? I swear I'll end up brain-dead if you keep this up!" Wu Fatty grumbled.

"Hold on, we're getting off-topic!" Mr. Wu interrupted. "What's with your sister today? She seems so… feminine."

"Beats me! She's your daughter," Wu Fatty scoffed, still miffed about the earlier smack. "But come to think of it, she only acts that way around Liu Lei."

"Right! That makes sense! Do you think… do you think Yingying might actually like Liu Lei?" Mr. Wu exclaimed, suddenly realizing.

"Now that you mention it, that actually seems possible!" Wu Fatty agreed.

"Well, I'll be damned, this could be a blessing! If we can get your sister married off sooner, I might just live a few extra years," Mr. Wu said, visibly delighted.

"Absolutely!" Wu Fatty grinned. His sister was undeniably beautiful, but her personality was far from gentle. Both he and his father were constantly on their toes around her, fearing they'd be outmaneuvered at any moment.

"But Liu Lei seems to already have two girlfriends…" Wu Fatty said, suddenly troubled.

"Really? Well, that's even better. Since he already has two girlfriends, one more wouldn't matter. I'll go talk to Liu Lei and ask him to take Yingying as well. He won't mind, right? Our Yingying is as beautiful as a phoenix, just with that personality of hers... But we can overlook that. In the end, he's still getting the better deal!" Mr. Wu said, clinging to the idea as though it were his lifeline. There were always rich young men coming to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage, and he'd always tried to play matchmaker, but his daughter, Yingying, never showed the slightest interest. In fact, she often made things difficult for the suitors, leaving them helpless. As time passed, fewer and fewer men dared to make their intentions known, and Yingying had become a source of concern for Mr. Wu. Now, unexpectedly, someone had come to the door, and for once, his daughter wasn't acting recklessly but seemed to get along with Liu Lei. This was an opportunity he couldn't afford to let slip away.

"Is that so…" Wu Fatty felt conflicted. His sister was so stubborn and unpredictable. What if she really fell for Liu Lei? If she started competing for his affection and causing trouble, how could Zhao Yanyan—so gentle and sweet—possibly match her? It would be impossible to choose between the two. Moreover, if he dared to favor one over the other, his sister would definitely make him regret it. Just thinking about Yingying's methods made Wu Fatty shudder. He gritted his teeth, realizing he had no choice—sometimes, you had to put family interests first, even at the cost of personal desires.

"Alright! I agree!" Wu Fatty said firmly. "If she really gets married, at least we'll have some peace."

"Exactly! Finally getting rid of this 'witch'!" Mr. Wu said with genuine relief, as though the matter was already decided.

Just then, a cold, eerie voice came from behind them, sending a chill up their spines. "Dear Dad~! Who are you calling a witch?"

Mr. Wu and Wu Fatty froze, and an icy sensation crept up from their feet.

"Well... Yingying, we... we were just..." Mr. Wu stammered.

"We were talking about a novel! A web novel, called *Rebirth After Disaster*!" Wu Fatty quickly came up with an excuse.

"Yes, yes! My 'big witch'... haha... Yingying, that novel is really interesting!" Mr. Wu hurriedly joined in.

"What's that? Is it good?" Yingying asked, clearly curious.