Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 774 - 581 Er Piya Watches Her Sister
Chapter 774 -581 Er Piya Watches Her Sister
In late November, something neither big nor small happened in the Peng family.
Cousin Peng Yu got married, and his partner is an online celebrity.
Although he never explicitly said he didn’t like online celebrities, the implication was clear—he didn’t even attend the wedding.
Instead, he sent someone with a big red envelope. Not to say that all online celebrities are gold diggers, but those who come from nightclub backgrounds often have dated at least eight to ten boyfriends.
That’s essentially a public bus—an autonomous one, no less.
Marrying such a woman into the family isn’t likely to bring much luck.
In modern society, openness is reaching new heights.
Not only do bride prices come at a hefty cost, but homes and cars are also prerequisites, and low-income men just don’t make the cut.
All these demands are putting heavy pressure on today’s young people, which directly correlates to the alarming trend of pre-marital abortions.
Chen Pingsheng’s attitude against marrying an online celebrity was crystal clear.
Whoever marries one can count him out of their wedding attendees.
If he doesn’t go, then many others won’t either.
The move to Golden Mountain was imminent; Er Piya took advantage of her holiday to visit the area.
She also wanted to check out how her sister’s life in Golden Mountain was going.
True to form, Er Piya was as over-the-top as ever, claiming that online celebrities love buying Rolls-Royces.
This trend is just like how micro-businesses were obsessed with Maseratis back in the day. Er Piya didn’t opt for a Rolls-Royce, though; instead, she rode in a top-tier Bentley.
With two days off and nothing to do, she found it curious that her sister was staying in Golden Mountain and hadn’t returned.
Er Piya took out her three oversized phones—because she’s a “super boss,” everything had to be in XL edition, including her phones.
Her custom-made iPhone 11 was three times larger than the normal model, practically a collector’s item.
Pulling it out, it dwarfed her already-small face.
Specially crafted in Huaqiangbei, it’s the only one of its kind globally—no duplicates.
Er Piya considered calling her sister but decided against it.
She already knew her sister’s address and thought sneaking over might surprise her with a thrilling revelation.
Chen An’an was on Jinshan Street performing with Xiao Wenwen, Hu Tao, and the others.
She even donned a pair of black sunglasses, giving off a youthful vibe with a dash of grown-up charm.
Although many people passed by, no one shooed her away. She sat on a small wooden stool, pulling at her Small Erhu, engrossed in her solo performance.
In front of her wasn’t a fancy golden bowl but just a simple, ordinary black bag.
If passersby appreciated her performance, they might toss in a few coins, which would brighten her mood.
If they didn’t enjoy it, she would simply smile.
Er Piya came with a posse of people from three big companies, partly to stop Shen Xiaoyu and An Xiaoxiao from over-studying during weekends by cramming at home.
She deliberately brought them along to avoid getting caught up in the rat race—she was very committed to this.
True to her flamboyant nature, a “low-key” outfit didn’t cut it for her. She even wore a striking red cape.
Not only did it add flair, but it also kept her warm, doubling as a mini comforter.
Er Piya exaggeratedly strode up, extended her small hand, and dropped a stack of hundred-yuan bills into her sister’s black bag.
Xiao Wenwen and Hu Tao were stunned—such a wealthy little girl, casually dishing out around ten thousand yuan.
Er Piya wiggled her tiny bottom, and a small wooden stool instantly appeared behind her.
She tiptoed, perched her plump little rear onto it.
“Hey, you, play me a version of ‘Sisters Are Everything!'”
Chen An’an slid her sunglasses down a little, giving her a sideways glance, then turned to look at the drivers, bodyguards, and team members behind her.
“What are you even doing here?”
“Does it matter? From now on, I’m your rich sponsor—you’ve got to treat me like your golden patron. Now hurry up and play ‘Sisters Are Everything’; I want to hear it.”
“You afraid of getting smacked?”
Chen An’an asked earnestly.
Er Piya was terrified but kept up her facade, letting out a few defiant grumbles. “Just so you know, I’m already six years old and a second-grader. I possess my own independent personality. If you dare hit me, that’s abusing a young child.”
“Even if you lived to be sixty, if I wanted to hit you, I’d hit you all the same.”
No arguing with that logic. It’s not her fault she was born a few years later.
Why does being born later mean enduring such oppression?
Seeing that her sister was about to stand up, Er Piya immediately backed down. Her exaggerated antics were reserved for outsiders—when it came to her own sister, she had to behave.
Resistance was futile. Rebellion would lead to beatings.
Reasoning was pointless. One thing was certain: Chen An’an was her destined nemesis.
“Sis… let’s not cause a scene here. If you’re planning to hit me, wait till we’re home, okay?”
Er Piya quickly jumped off her stool. “Sis, Dad said you’ve been doing street performances here, so I came specifically to check on you.”
“You being considerate? I find that hard to believe,” said Chen An’an.
“It’s true. Dad’s coming to Golden Mountain soon too. Today, he even threw a tantrum at home, forbidding our uncle and aunt from marrying off anyone to an online celebrity again.”
“That’s pretty normal. Dad has always disliked online celebrities.”
Chen An’an was indifferent. She hadn’t attended their uncle’s wedding due to Dad’s stance either.
Er Piya leaned against her, sitting close by. Despite their bickering, the two sisters shared a tight bond.
When they were little, Er Piya loved tailing her sister wherever she went. Whatever her sister did, she wanted to do the same.
Even now, though she was still young, school had kept her from tagging along as often.
“Sis, why do you still enjoy street performing?”
“It’s not just street performing—I used to love livestreaming too.”
“Then why don’t you stream anymore?”
“Dad doesn’t allow it, obviously.”
“Why does he let me stream then?”
“Because I told him to let you try it.”
“Sis, you’re the best.”
“Alright, alright, stop distracting me from earning money. Go play wherever you want—I couldn’t care less.”
“Okay, sis, I’m leaving for real this time.”
“Hurry up, no one’s stopping you.”
Er Piya led the team from three big companies away. With her showy entourage, it was clear to everyone that she was filthy rich.
Her five or six imposing bodyguards alone were enough of a giveaway.
Hu Tao cautiously asked, “An’an, is that your sister?”
“Yeah, that’s my second sister—so dramatic. I’ve also got a younger brother who’s super timid; he’s only two years old now.”
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Hu Tao nodded knowingly. “My parents always say your family background is extraordinary. They mentioned the Tengying Group community doesn’t even sell houses externally, but you got one effortlessly—claiming some ice cream prize, no less. That’s when I knew you had to be a real heiress.”
“Heiress is a bit much, but my dad is impressive. He’ll be here at Golden Mountain soon; you might get to meet him.”
“Wait, are you really the heiress of the Tengying Group?” Xiao Wenwen, who had suspected this for a while, finally spoke up.
She lacked confidence in her assumption—it sounded too wild.
Neither of them was dumb. There’s no such thing as winning a house via an ice cream promotion—it was clearly a deliberate allocation.
“I suppose you could say so. You’ve already met my sister, haven’t you? She’s the internet-famous Second Princess.”
“What?!” Xiao Wenwen and Hu Tao could only marvel. No wonder she looked so wealthy.
Turns out she really was the Second Princess—only someone of her status would be universally acknowledged online as coming from an ultra-rich family.
It explained why An’an consistently stood out; her entire upbringing had been on an entirely different level.
