The Tsundere Big Sister With a Soft Heart

The main story is complete. The plot of this blurb appears in the extras. The blurbs for the stories I plan to write next, "Why Is My Aloof Sister-in-Law Like This?", "Witch's Tavern Management Log", and "Safe Word Failure", are at the very bottom. If you're interested, please add them to your favorites!

Beautiful, sexy, flirtatious and fickle young woman 0 x cheerful, devoted younger sports student 1

[Age gap / Saving a fallen woman / Mutual salvation / Happy ending]

Blurb:

Jiang Youlan is twenty-five. Looking back on the first half of her life, it has been as twisty and tragic as a melodramatic novel.

To put it simply, she has an incompetent younger brother, a mother who never knows what's going on, and a father who loves to drink.

Years ago, to escape that home, she boarded an overnight bus to Xiacheng. The ride took a full nineteen hours. When she got off, she realized that escaping was only the beginning.

The hard part was figuring out how to survive.

Luckily, she had a fairly pretty face and not much of a conscience.

And so, she soon entered one of the world's oldest professions and managed to scrape by in a big city full of bright lights and revelry.

A narrow alley littered with garbage, a spinning blue-and-white striped pole, a sequined camisole and shorts.

Those things made up nearly her entire life.

Until she met the short-haired girl.

In her eyes, Jiang Youlan saw another kind of color, another possibility for desire.

That girl had a resolve, courage, and sharpness in her eyes that Jiang Youlan had never possessed.

From the moment they met, she took one step after another toward her, getting closer, drawing her in.

Until their lives became entangled, blending into the same color.

Scene 1

Jiang Youlan: "You should go. You don't belong here."

"Don't you miss me, Sister?" Qing Yi pressed close.

Jiang Youlan turned her face away. "No."

"You're always like this, Sister. You talk tough, but you're softhearted."

"Mm... and soft in other places, too."

Scene 2

The sky was just beginning to lighten. Before they knew it, the two of them had spent another night without sleeping. (They didn't actually stay up all night.)

Jiang Youlan: "Pay up."

Qing Yi: "Sure, Sister. How would you like to pay?"

As she spoke, she leaned in again.

Scene 3

After dinner with their friends, the young couple walked home hand in hand.

Qing Yi said smugly, "All my friends say you're gorgeous, Sister. They say I'm so lucky. Hehe, let them be jealous."

Jiang Youlan: "No treats for you tonight."

In the middle of the night, Jiang Youlan woke up groggily, thinking a cat was biting her leg. But when she opened her eyes, she saw that...

It wasn't a cat.

Scene 4

A few years later, the young couple went out to a bar together.

During a drinking game, Jiang Youlan drew a question slip:

Where did you first meet the person you love?

"At a hair salon," Jiang Youlan answered without hesitation.

"At a flower shop!" Qing Yi blurted out.

Jiang Youlan turned to look at her suspiciously, but Qing Yi wouldn't say when it had happened.

That night, Qing Yi woke up to find herself sleeping on the floor. Luckily, there was a soft, shaggy rug for the cat beside the bed, so she wasn't cold.

The cat was asleep in her spot on the bed, sprawled on its back and even giving little snores.

Qing Yi: ?

Jiang Youlan: If you won't explain yourself, you can sleep on the floor.

Reading notes:

1. They first met around 2016. The younger one is the 1, and they are not each other's first. The older woman isn't pure either.

2. They are six years apart, and both are adults when they first meet.

3. Overall, this is a sweet story, though there will be one slightly angsty part. The ending is happy.

4. I have chapters stockpiled and will try to update every other day. I'll follow the site's schedule while the book is featured, and update daily after it goes premium.

Also known as "Blue and Green" and "You and I Are the Same Color".

Blurb archived on March 22, 2026

"Why Is My Aloof Sister-in-Law Like This?"

Spoiled, greedy, and clueless romance writer young lady 0 x composed, aloof, and shrewdly manipulative gloomy ghost sister-in-law 1

[Sister-in-law fiction / Feigned affection turning real / Schemes at an elementary-school level]

When Ming Hanyin was thirteen, she woke up one day to discover she had a half-sister, five years older than her, named Ming Hanyu.

Just listen to that name. It sounds more like the family's precious treasure than her own.

This so-called "sister" was the child of her father's ex-girlfriend. He had secretly supported her until she came of age, then brought her home. As soon as she arrived, she was allowed into his office and study to help handle the family business.

Her older sister was beautiful and likable. Even with her awkward status, it was hard to dislike her. As time passed, even Ming Hanyin's mother gradually accepted her.

To borrow the terms of a popular period drama, overnight Ming Hanyin had fallen from being the sole legitimate eldest daughter of a prestigious capital family, cherished like a pearl and jade, to the position of an unvalued, unloved legitimate second daughter.

Within just a few years, the eldest daughter had firmly taken hold of the family business and their parents' affection. Her rise to power had become a fait accompli.

Unfortunately, it was the modern era, so Ming Hanyin couldn't sell her stepsister off.

What a shame to be born in the wrong time.

So, sighing all the while, she used "keeping a low profile" as an excuse to grow into a spoiled, willful young lady who did nothing all day.

She was good at spending money and never hesitated to do it. As for her personal abilities, there wasn't much to say.

Fortunately, when she turned twenty, she discovered her talent: writing erotic novels.

Once she got carried away, she wrote with such passion and churned out chapters at such a pace that her readers wept. She raced down this niche path and made quite a bit of money.

Without Ming Hanyin, the world of erotic fiction would have been shrouded in darkness for all eternity.

But no one knew that Ming Hanyin, the young lady who could write such deliciously steamy stories every day, had never dated or truly gotten together with a single older sister.

Then one day, as she was writing late at night, a fire broke out next door. Ming Hanyin hurried downstairs in her bear pajamas and bumped into a beautiful woman in a suit, with long, flowing hair, so gorgeous she made your mouth water.

Ghost Sister, she secretly named her. The kind of beautiful ghost that could steal your soul.

While waiting downstairs for the fire to be put out, Ming Hanyin found the courage to approach her for the first time.

Oh, Ghost Sister was named Leng Lingyu. Her name was as cool and aloof as she was.

Somehow, Ming Hanyin went home with Ghost Sister that day.

And after that, she went to her place many more times.

Her schedule was about as normal as a mouse's, perhaps even a North American mouse.

So the two of them had hardly ever gone out on a proper date during the day. The first time they met in daylight was at Ming Hanyin's sister Ming Hanyu's engagement party.

Leng Lingyu still had her long, flowing hair and her cool, reserved air. Wearing a satin dress, she looked like a deity who had wandered into the mortal realm by chance. It was a shame to marry into the money-grubbing Ming family.

Ming Hanyin frowned. Her first thought was whether she and her stepsister were now both serving as the Ming family's wives to the same woman.

Wouldn't that make a lovely story in the capital? (?)

Why! Did! My! Sister! Become My Sister-in-Law! No, my sister seems to have become my sister's wife.

No, no, writing erotic novels really has ruined my brain.

She wanted to let out a groundhog scream.

Scene 1

"Sister-in-law, open up. It's me, my sister," Ming Hanyin said, pounding on the door.

Leng Lingyu opened it and looked down at her helplessly. "Don't make such a lame joke."

"I am my sister. We look a lot alike." Ming Hanyin ignored her and squeezed her way inside.

Leng Lingyu thought she was amusing and teased her on purpose. "Really? Where do you look alike?"

As she spoke, her gaze swept over Ming Hanyin.

Ming Hanyin suddenly leaned in, almost stealing a kiss. "You already know, don't you, Sister?"

Scene 2

Ming Hanyin messaged Leng Lingyu: "My sister isn't home. Come over, quick."

Ten minutes later, Leng Lingyu pushed open her door. "Your sister asked me to bring you food."

"I don't want food. I won't eat until you two get divorced." Ming Hanyin's young-lady persona had taken over.

Leng Lingyu smiled silently. "We've been married for three months, and you haven't exactly starved to death."

Ming Hanyin glared at her. "I don't care. You have to feed me."

"What do you want to eat?" Leng Lingyu stopped smiling and narrowed her eyes at her.

When Ming Hanyin wrote erotic novels, she never imagined she'd be this hopeless.

Scene 3

Ming Hanyin: "Sister-in-law, my sister and I are both Mings, and we're both 0s. Round it up, and we're basically the same."

Leng Lingyu: "Really? How do you figure that?"

Ming Hanyin: "Doesn't matter. Buy one, get one free. You have to take me, whether you want me or not. Anyway, my sister and I are both the Ming family, serving one wife..."

Before she could finish, Leng Lingyu pinched her mouth shut.

Leng Lingyu looked at her with a smile in her eyes. "Stop talking nonsense all the time. Besides, you don't know your sister at all."

Ming Hanyin frowned. "What do you mean? She can't stand me? Whether she can stand me is up to me. Just you wait and see."

Leng Lingyu gently patted her cheek to stop her from talking nonsense. "Your sister isn't a 0."

"Witch's Tavern Management Log"

What kind of witch runs a place with a roll-up shutter for a front door?

Phoebe used all her strength to pull up the rusty roll-up shutter, then stared speechlessly at the laughably shabby entrance.

This was the first day her tavern was open.

It was also the first day she became a witch.

After working herself to death from overwork, Phoebe was bound to a Management System. Her shop and location were both randomly assigned.

Everything was up to fate.

Unfortunately, she had always been unlucky. She'd never won a big prize, and the only way she could enjoy games was by spending money.

So when she opened the tavern door and saw a snow-covered forest, she thought, "Of course."

When people are truly helpless, sometimes all they can do is laugh.

And so the witch's tavern began its first day of business.

The first customer was a vampire who hated the smell of blood. The second was a beagle spirit. The third was a dragonkin with serious injuries...

Phoebe: What is this supposed to mean? This is a little tavern, not some weird creature shelter, right?

No matter what, more and more customers started coming to the little tavern. Even fairies and dwarves traveled from far away, drawn by the word of mouth, just to have a custom drink, buy a snack blind box, or enjoy a simple meal.

In the midst of all the chaos, Phoebe kept inventing new products, expanding the tavern, filling out her collection book, and gathering materials.

Someday, her little tavern would be known to everyone across the continent of Atlantis.

Maybe then, she'd be able to go home.

Scene 1

Phoebe had recently come up with another new drink. Supposedly, it was made with Hazy Flowers. Its color was dreamlike, and rumor had it that drinking it caused hallucinations as lovely as a dream.

She walked up to the little fire dragon and asked, "Want to try some?"

The little fire dragon warily took a step back. "No."

Phoebe took a sip herself, her eyes sparkling, then leaned toward the little fire dragon again. "Just one sip?"

The little fire dragon eyed her suspiciously, then looked at the glass.

While the little fire dragon wasn't paying attention, Phoebe suddenly kissed her, leaving a little of the drink on her lips.

The little fire dragon instinctively licked her lips.

Well, it didn't taste too much like a nightmare.

Half an hour later.

Staff Member A: "Hey, what do you think's gotten into the boss?"

Staff Member B glanced at the boss and the little fire dragon, who were squatting in a corner and grinning foolishly, then shrugged.

Maybe the new drink was just that good.

Scene 2

"I heard dragon scales are really sensitive. Is that true?" Phoebe approached the little fire dragon with a mischievous smile.

The little fire dragon took another step back. "What are you trying to do?"

"Just let me touch them." Phoebe inched closer. "The tavern gives you room and board. Can't you let me touch your scales? Don't be so stingy."

The little fire dragon reluctantly held out her tail and bit her lip, letting Phoebe run a hand over it.

The scales were hard, with a rough texture. Phoebe didn't think there was anything special about them, so she gave them a couple more strokes, puzzled.

Still, nothing happened.

So the rumors really were nonsense. Losing interest, Phoebe turned to take care of something else.

Winter nights came especially early on the continent of Atlantis. That evening, the tavern closed early, and Phoebe went back to her bedroom to sleep.

But something beside her kept wriggling around.

"Stop it. It's bedtime." Phoebe caught a pair of hands covered in fine scales.

"Don't be so stingy, human." The little fire dragon wrapped her tail around Phoebe and pressed her whole body against her.

Phoebe didn't know whether dragon scales were sensitive, but she was starting to think she was a little sensitive herself.

Scene 3

Phoebe: "Esteemed customer, is your journey too lonely? Is your life too dull? Have you considered getting a spirit pet? No feeding, no scooping poop, just companionship and love by your side."

Customer: "That sounds great. How much does one cost?"

Phoebe: "It's our monthly anniversary sale, so it's free!"

The customer scratched their head, unconvinced. "Really? You're giving me one?"

Phoebe nodded firmly. "Would you like one?"

The customer hesitantly nodded. Phoebe whistled. "Jingjing, come here!"

A lump of undead crashed into the customer's arms, knocking them off their barstool.

Phoebe came around from behind the counter, picked up the customer, and tossed them out the door. "I hope you and your spirit pet have a wonderful time together, dear customer."

"Have a nice day."

The customer rubbed their head and got up, still dizzy. "Didn't you say it was a spirit pet?"

Phoebe explained matter-of-factly, "An undead pet is a spirit pet too, isn't it?"

Customer: "What kind of pet is this big-eared donkey?"

"A beagle! They're really expensive. I wouldn't give one away for free if it weren't a special offer. All right, take it home with you."

The customer left in a daze.

Early the next morning.

"Open up, shopkeeper! I'll give this pet back! I'll pay you! Open! The! Door!"

It was the customer from the day before, pounding on the door with tremendous force. Who knew where she got all that strength?

Phoebe was playing dead.

Looks like her twenty-ninth attempt to find a home for a pet had failed again.

Theme: No matter what your circumstances, never forget to pursue love bravely.