Lin Mo's words left the scene in silence for a second.
"Damn, girl, that was such a creative way to insult someone!"
Lin Mo instantly realized her words could be misinterpreted.
She quickly turned back and said, "Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply you’re not human."
The fans: "..."
Shen Sizhan frowned slightly.
Why is his sister talking to his fans?
Wait—can his fans even see her?
And what did she mean by saying she’s human?
His brain felt like it had been tangled in hemp rope, unable to process anything.
Then his bodyguard spoke up.
"Please step back, fan. Maintain a proper distance when chasing celebrities."
Boom!
Shen Sizhan’s mind felt like it had been struck by lightning.
He turned to the bodyguard in disbelief, mouth slightly agape. "You can see her?"
The bodyguard’s lips twitched. "Sorry, boss. I should’ve stopped her sooner."
Damn, even the boss’s insults are next-level!
Good thing he’s sharp—otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten it!
Shen Sizhan’s eyes widened as he turned back to stare at his sister, still unable to believe it.
He looked at the other fans. "You… you can all see her too?"
The fans exchanged confused glances.
Is the air overseas toxic or something? Their idol seems to have lost his mind.
"Yeah, we can see her," one fan answered.
Shen Sizhan’s heart pounded as his gaze returned to Lin Mo. Softly, he said, "Thanks for coming alone to pick up all of us, sis."
Lin Mo: "..."
Slap!
Lin Mo smacked Shen Sizhan across the face. "I told you, I’m human! I’m alive, Shen Sizhan!"
Now it was the fans’ turn to be stunned.
Did she just hit him?!
Who doesn’t feel alive when they see their idol?!
The bodyguard immediately moved to restrain Lin Mo.
Shen Sizhan, still feeling the sting on his cheek, grabbed the bodyguard’s arm. "Don’t touch her!"
The bodyguard was confused. "Boss, she—"
"Hit me again," Shen Sizhan demanded.
The entire crowd of fans: "..."
Holy crap! One slap unlocked his masochist side!
Lin Mo raised her hand—
And gently ruffled Shen Sizhan’s silver hair instead.
"You idiot, I’m really back!"
The world around them seemed to vanish.
All Shen Sizhan could feel was the familiar warmth on his head.
He still didn’t understand what was happening.
But he couldn’t hold back anymore. He wrapped his arms around her and burst into tears. "WAAAAAAAAH! SIS!!!"
The fans: "..."
His sister?!
Oh, well, if it’s his sister, a slap makes sense!
But wait—since when does he have a sister?!
And why is he crying like this?!
Where’s the cool, rebellious guy we know?!
Shen Sizhan cried so hard he started hiccuping.
Lin Mo covered her face, suddenly wishing she didn’t know him.
She turned to the fans with a smile. "Thanks for coming to the airport today. I’ll take him now. I’ll cover your travel and hotel expenses."
What?! She’s reimbursing everything?!
The fans’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads.
"No need, no need! We’re here voluntarily! But uh… how do we contact you?"
"Sis, you’re too kind! Do you need receipts?"
"Sis, that slap looked kinda nice—can I get one too?"
Lin Mo: "..."
Lin Mo: "You can reach me in the fan group. My username is [FourDivorcesTaughtMeLife]."
With that, she hoisted Shen Sizhan over her shoulder and walked off.
No choice—the guy was crying so hard he’d lost all sense of time and space!
Better take him to Shen Yihan’s car to calm down.
The fans: "..."
Then it hit them.
For the past month, someone new had joined the hardcore fan group.
She was always the most active in voting and organizing support events.
She’d even funded all the fan merchandise this time.
Everyone thought some rich fan had fallen for Shen Sizhan—turns out it was his actual sister!
Wow… this sibling bond is kinda touching.
And sis looks so young! Plus, she’s crazy strong!
One of Shen Sizhan’s bodyguards stretched out a hand dramatically. "Boss, are you coming back for dinner?"
Zhou Sheng, the manager, had gone to collect the luggage with an assistant.
Not that he needed to supervise personally—
He just hated dealing with fans at the airport.
Because they always accused him of mistreating Shen Sizhan.
Of overworking him.
Of leeching off his success.
Once, someone even threw dog poop at him.
So now, he always made sure to leave separately.
He had no idea Shen Sizhan hadn’t taken the company car this time.
He sent a text: Come to my office as soon as you get to the company.
Shen Yihan’s car was parked nearby.
He hadn’t gone down to greet Shen Sizhan.
He wanted to give his sister and little brother time to reunite.
He’d been secretly playing servant for a while now.
When Shen Sizhan got in the car, he didn’t say a word.
Just quietly put in his earplugs.
By the time Shen Sizhan finally calmed down, half an hour had passed.
Thank god I wasn’t the one sent to cry at the Great Wall back then.
"Sis, you said you… time-traveled?"
His voice was hoarse as he stared at Lin Mo, unblinking.
Lin Mo grinned. "Yep! So your sis here is still eigh—teen!"
Shen Sizhan laughed, accidentally blowing a snot bubble.
Lin Mo: "..."
Some memories should really stay dead.
As Shen Sizhan wiped his nose, he still couldn’t fully believe it—but he had to.
That slap was too familiar. Exactly like the ones from back then.
His eyes and nose were both red. "Sis… when did you come back? Today?"
Lin Mo blinked. "Are you hungry? You must’ve skipped breakfast for this early flight. Let’s grab food."
Shen Sizhan pressed, "Sis, when did you come back?"
Ugh, he’s not letting this go.
Lin Mo scratched her nose. "Well, you were overseas at the time—"
"When?" Shen Sizhan insisted.
Lin Mo steeled herself. "A month ago."
Shen Sizhan: "..."
His heart shattered. The tears returned full force, wailing like a boiling kettle. "WAAAAAH! SIS!! YOU’VE BEEN BACK A WHOLE MONTH AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!"
"WAAAAAH! YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!!!"
The car roof nearly blew off from the noise.
Shen Yihan silently fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, not daring to speak.
Lin Mo sighed. "Shen Sizhan, calm down. Let me explain—wait, no, let me try to explain!"
Suddenly, Shen Sizhan went quiet.
Lin Mo’s eyes widened. "Oh no! He cried himself unconscious!"
When Shen Sizhan woke up again,
He found himself in a cold, gray-toned bedroom.
He quickly recognized it as his second brother’s place.
Rubbing his head, he sat up and muttered, "Had a dream where sis was alive…"
He slipped on his shoes and headed downstairs.
As soon as he reached the living room, he spotted a slender, familiar figure.
A buzz-cut guy was standing way too close to her—
Their shoulders practically touching.
Hearing footsteps, both turned around.
"Shen Sizhan, you’re awake!"
That bright, clear voice reminded him—
Not a dream. Sis is really back!
But who the hell was this buzz-cut guy?!
Why was he so close to his sister?!
In an instant, Shen Sizhan transformed into a silver-haired rage monster, swinging his fists.
"GET AWAY FROM MY SIS!!"
