Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 226
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Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Xuyu Finally Loses Patience
For a long moment, the system stayed silent.
Xuyu had been working nonstop for days, and he swore he was done. He was ready to go on vacation. But as he watched his host begin another round of insane overthinking, theories multiplying faster than rabbits in spring, he knew he could not stay quiet any longer.
If he waited even one more second, this female would probably create ten more nonsense theories, complete with backstory, family tree, and dramatic revenge plot.
So Xuyu inhaled sharply and decided to take entry.
“Host, I am back.”
The moment Su Qinglan heard that voice, her entire mind shot up like fire.
“Xuyu!! You’re back?! Say something! Do you know who she is?! Tell me right now!!”
Her voice was practically shaking the virtual space.
Xuyu took the deepest breath of his system life.
“Host… calm down. She has nothing to do with the original owner. So please stop your overthinking. And she is not related to the original owner at all.”
Su Qinglan froze. Then she blinked… slowly.
Oh right, that made sense.
The original owner was dead and had vanished from the beast world. She had taken over the body completely. This entire life was hers now. She wasn’t giving it back, not to anyone. Not even the original owner, even if her ghost crawled back to beg.
A tiny bit of relief slipped into her chest.
But when her gaze fell on the unconscious female, that relief shattered instantly. Her heart squeezed tight all over again.
“Then who is she? Why does she look so familiar to me?” she whispered.
Xuyu did not bother breathing anymore. He just dropped the bomb.
“Because she is your younger sister.”
Su Qinglan’s mind exploded.
“Younger… WHAT?! Younger sister?! Since when do I have a younger sister?!”
She quickly dug through the original owner’s memories. But nothing. There were no memories of this younger sister at all. She was an only child of her father.
So where did this mysterious sister suddenly appear from?
Xuyu sighed again, the sound dripping with exhaustion.
“Host, she is not your father’s child. She is your mother’s child.”
Su Qinglan’s expression twisted instantly.
Mother’s child? Mu Lihua’s child? That cheap woman? Her stomach flipped in disgust.
But before she could even finish throwing mental insults…
“Host, she is also not Mu Lihua’s child.”
“…”
Su Qinglan stared. Xuyu sighed again. He already knew where this was going, but he was powerless. He could not disclose all the information at will.
“Not father’s child. Not Mu Lihua’s child. But still my sister.”
“Then HOW?!” Su Qinglan nearly screamed. “How is she my sister?! I don’t understand anything!”
Xuyu rubbed his invisible temples.
“Host, you have many things to discover on your own. I cannot tell you everything. I am only giving you one hint… she is related to you, and she is your sister, but with a different father.”
Su Qinglan opened her mouth to ask ten more questions.
Xuyu did not give her the chance.
“Host, I am very busy. I have important work. I won’t answer anymore. Find the truth yourself. Bye… Bye.”
And just like that… Xuyu logged out again.
Su Qinglan clenched her teeth.
“Why does this broken system run away every time? What important work does he even have? Playing hide and seek with his own existence?”
She wanted to drag him back by the collar, but she really had no time.
Su Qinglan stared at the unconscious girl for a long time. The word sister kept ringing in her head loudly, refusing to go away. Her younger sister? With a different father? And not Mu Lihua’s child? Her thoughts twisted in circles until even she felt dizzy. How could she suddenly have a sister? How could this girl be related to her at all?
The more she thought, the more the questions piled up. Xuyu had dropped too many hints and then escaped like a coward. Her mind felt swollen with confusion.
If the girl wasn’t Mu Lihua’s daughter, then why would she appear in their family? And if she wasn’t her father’s child either, then where did she come from? Su Qinglan felt her head hurt. Xuyu always did this… throw a bomb, then log out.
She lowered her gaze again, and something inside her suddenly clicked.
At first, she ignored it, but then her eyes widened. She compared the girl’s face to Mu Lihua’s face in her memory. They looked nothing alike. Not even a little bit.
Mu Lihua’s features were sharp, but this girl’s face was soft, delicate, almost too beautiful. There was no resemblance at all. They didn’t look like blood relatives. And neither did she herself look like Mu Lihua.
Then she compared herself to her father. The hair color… yes, it matched, but only in shade. A deeper tone, like a darker version of her father’s.
But the rest was completely different. Her father was a rough, stern looking man. This girl looked like she was carved by someone with patience and affection. Her beauty was not something inherited from either of them. It felt pure, natural, too… wrong for the family she grew up in.
And suddenly, a sharp thought stabbed into her mind.
Is Mu Lihua even my mother?
She froze. The idea hit her so hard that she almost forgot how to breathe. The more she replayed her childhood memories, the more the possibility started to make sense.
Mu Lihua never treated her like a daughter and never cared or loved her. She was always beaten, starved, and pushed around. So why would a woman who didn’t even like her treat another daughter any better? And if this girl wasn’t Mu Lihua’s daughter, then maybe… maybe Su Qinglan wasn’t either.
That possibility grew in her mind like a flame. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly felt like she had uncovered something huge. Something that had always been hiding right in front of her. Her heart pounded with a strange certainty.
She looked at the girl again. The resemblance… the familiar feeling… the way her heart reacted when she saw her.
It wasn’t coincidence or illusion at all. They were really related.
Slowly, almost unwillingly, Su Qinglan whispered to herself, “Then… who is my real mother?”