Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest

Sitting in the business van, Yan Jing, who was usually lively and cheerful, suddenly became strangely restrained when she was surrounded by several beautiful older sisters.

"Is Jingjing attending middle school?" Su Yunjin asked with a smile.

"She's talking to you," Yan Yu poked his sister's head.

"Mhm," Yan Jing nodded honestly, "I'm in the eighth grade."

"How are your grades then?" Lin Ning asked with interest, joining the conversation.

"Ningning, who asks about grades when you've just met someone?" Chen Lingyun said with a smile. Knowing she had made a faux pas, Lin Ning hastily coughed and said:

"Cough, I was just making conversation, forget I asked."

"It's okay," Yan Jing said, "My grades are pretty good, I'm always within the top ten in my grade."

"Wow, so we've got a little academic overachiever here." The girls all laughed, looking at her with even more affection.

Such a sweet and obedient girl, how could she possibly be the sister of Captain Yan? Could it be a genetic mutation?

"Don't praise her too much; it's still too early to talk about grades in the eighth grade," Yan Yu said sternly, "She has to keep it up until the high school entrance exam at least."

"Tsk," the girls protested in unison.

Even Zhao Yuanzhen, who had not experienced the exam-oriented education system, naturally aligned with the other girls when it came to resisting Yan Yu.

"Ignore your brother." She hugged Yan Jing's arm and said proudly, "Sister will take you to try Jinling's delicacies later."
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A forced smile appeared on Yan Jing's face, but inside she was grumbling to herself:

So big… how did they grow like that? It's getting a bit annoying.

She stealthily examined Zhao Yuanzhen; indeed, her figure was nearly perfect, and to top it off, she had a melon-seed shaped face, with arms and shoulders that were not too chubby. They say "great fruits grow on slender branches" must not be natural, right? But looking at the shape, they didn't seem to be surgically implanted prosthetics either...

And this Sister Zhao, when she talked to others, always seemed a bit of an airhead, not the deliberate kind that acted dumb to lure men, but rather a naturally simple-minded kind of ditz - really scary, all her talents must have been spent on chopping men down.

Yan Jing discreetly shifted her gaze, continuing to survey the other girls around her.

The sister with the gentle temperament should be Su Yunjin; she was the type of young lady who clearly came from a good upbringing, destined to be a wise and virtuous wife.

Then there was Lin Ning with her black, straight hair wearing a sports tank top – wow, such volume of hair would make anyone envious! Thick, black, and silky-smooth, you could tell it would feel amazing to touch! I'll have to ask her what shampoo she uses.

And there was Chen Lingyun sitting next to me, petite and cute like a doll, and she really knew how to rock that sweet girl style! She was just a little on the short side; I wonder if my brother likes that type.

Yan Jing's thoughts drifted far away for a moment, but then she was suddenly pulled back by a horrifying, thrilling thought.

Wait a minute! If I were my brother, surrounded by these beauties, wouldn't I end my single life at lightning speed?

But why doesn't my brother have a girlfriend yet?

Could it be that he... No way, right?

After remaining silent for a while, Yan Jing secretly took out her phone and started texting Yan Yu.

[Arrogant Monster]: Big brother, if you don't reproduce properly, Dad will definitely be angered to death by you.

[Yi De Fu Ren]: ???

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Sick? Treatment? Medicine?

[Arrogant Monster]: Did you know that if a man walks through a garden of flowers without a single leaf sticking to him, we usually call him 'brass,' either the brass of Shaolin Temple's Wooden Men Lane or the brass of the Big Bird Rotating Bar. So, which kind are you, big brother?

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Aside from monks and gays, can't there be perfectionists with high standards for choosing a spouse? Do you really think any of them are worthy of me?

[Arrogant Monster]: Why would big brother ask that kind of question? Does our family have a throne for you to inherit that you're putting on airs and picking a consort? Aren't you worried that if you're too slow, others will chase them away?

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Then which one do you think is worthy of me?

[Arrogant Monster]: Socrates once sent Plato to a wheat field to pick the fullest ear of wheat, but he had to keep moving forward, couldn't turn back, and could only pick once. In the end, Plato came out with nothing because every time he saw a full ear, he worried that there would be a better one later, so he ended up with nothing.

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Not bad at memorizing the material for middle school essays, but you've got one thing wrong.

[Arrogant Monster]: Big brother is about to talk nonsense again.

[Yi De Fu Ren]: I'm the landlord! All the wheat in my field is mine; I can pick as much wheat as I want!

[Arrogant Monster]: How about we let mom and dad be the judge of that?

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Don't tell them just yet; it's too early for that, as things are not even certain yet. I'm just asking for your opinion right now.

[Tsundere Monster]: I don't know.

[Tsundere Monster]: I'll have to observe carefully.

[Tsundere Monster]: After all, with a temper as difficult as yours, big bro, I also need to consider whether any of them would actually be interested in you. That's the most important part.

[Yi De Fu Ren]: Then I'll leave it to you, I want results before we head back.

Yan Jing slapped her forehead as she read her big brother's reply.

I knew I couldn't rely on big bro at all!

Others might think big bro is just being a hands-off manager, but as his sister who grew up with him, of course, I know he's saying that because he can't make up his mind and wants to hear his little sister's opinion... You're already hesitant before you even figure out if they like you?

Forget it, it's up to me, apparently a middle-schooler on the outside but actually a love detective on the inside, to step in!

Yan Jing looked at the four "distinct talents of spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums" in the car, her eyes spinning as she quickly formulated a plan in her mind.

"Big bro." She called out crisply.

"What?" Yan Yu asked back.

"Do you remember the Qian Qian on the first floor?" Yan Jing mentioned casually.

"I remember, what about her?" Yan Yu was somewhat surprised.

"I heard from mom that she was once betrothed to you as a child." Yan Jing said lightly, quickly scanning the sisters around her from the corner of her eye.

Facial micro-expression detection radar, activate!

Sister Ling Yun—expression unchanged, indifferent. Wait, the corner of her mouth is curling up, is that a smirk? She doesn't buy it!

Sister Yun Jin—frowning slightly, eyelids drooping. Hmm, there seems to be a bit of unhappiness there.

Sister Lin Ning—looking out the window, lips pursed. Obviously annoyed, very resistant to what she heard.

And then there's the sister best at nourishing others, what was her name again?

"What childhood betrothal?" Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly widened her eyes, grabbed Yan Yu's shoulders, and started shaking him fiercely while gritting her teeth, "Why haven't you ever told me about this?"

"Let go!" Yan Yu shook off her hands, clearly annoyed, "I don't even know about it! How could I tell you? Jingjing, are you mistaken?"

"Oh, seems like I got it wrong." Yan Jing let out a forced laugh.

No need to analyze micro-expressions; the nourishing sister blew up immediately.

Based on this probing, it's clear the nourishing sister definitely likes big bro, and Sisters Yun Jin and Lin Ning both showed a little emotion, likely having thoughts about big bro, but it's uncertain whether it amounts to liking. Sister Ling Yun probably saw through my testing, so her expression can't be trusted. More investigation is needed.

As Yan Jing organized her thoughts, Lin Ning asked out of the blue:

"You still have that custom of childhood betrothals over there?"

"Oh, it might just be something the elders say for fun." Yan Jing quickly tried to cover up with a laugh, "We aren't in the old society anymore, and it's not like we can be forced into engagement just because our parents made a promise over drinks."

"Mm, I also think it might just be a precaution." Su Yunjin said in a lingering tone, "Perhaps if both of them haven't found a partner when they grow up, they arrange a blind date to see if they could match. That might be the idea."

Lin Ning was silent for a while, then said with a smile:

"Probably. Elders just like to meddle in these things."

No one continued the topic. The air inside the car became tenser, heavier, the atmosphere already noticeably more hostile.

Yan Jing suddenly regretted her words and quickly shot her brother a look seeking help, while Yan Yu also looked over with an annoyed expression.

See the mess you've made! If you don't know how to play the game, then don't play, all right?

"Ahem." He cleared his throat, then sneered unabashedly, "Blind dates? Precautions? Do you need to go to the hospital to wash your brains or what? With my qualifications, do I need blind dates? Do you believe that if I snap my fingers to say I want to date, women from all over the country will flock to Jinling and jam the traffic?"

"Indeed." Chen Lingyun chimed in with a smile, "If he really said that, arrangements would surely be made, after all, there are plenty of eligible unmarried women in agencies across the country."

"That's still another form of a blind date!" Lin Ning couldn't help retorting, "You're not even considering free love, are you?"

"Of course, it's because there's no woman worthy of me in my life." Yan Yu shook his head, putting on airs, "Sigh, being too excellent is also a problem."

Yan Jing watched her own big brother say those absurdly self-obsessed words, mouth agape. Yet, the other sisters, rather than showing disgust, all seemed strangely eased by his words, and the initially hostile atmosphere dissipated into nothingness.

Why is this happening! I don't understand!