My Superstar Sister is a Simp (3)

An Wan chatted while picking out an understated outfit—a fresh, youthful dress paired with a denim jacket, looking effortlessly vibrant and lovely.

Seeing that Xiaowei didn’t press further, An Wan sighed in relief and spent another hour meticulously crafting a "no-makeup" makeup look.

She absolutely had to leave a good impression on the person she liked.

Just the thought of his voice made her legs feel weak.

How could anyone’s voice be so mesmerizing?

It was unbelievable!

An Wan practically floated out the door in a lovesick daze.

"She’s showing some late-stage symptoms. Maybe we should just skip the rescue and bury her already," An Xiaowei remarked, tossing the takeout into the trash as she spoke to Si.

"But she’s a good person—at least to her little sister, An Xiaowei."

After divorcing Yan Chen, An Wan even raised a child alone, deliberately staying out of her newlywed sister’s life to avoid burdening her.

Otherwise, An Xiaowei wouldn’t have been willing to expend her soul’s energy to help her sister.

"Alright, I get it." An Xiaowei had little experience with romance and didn’t fully understand it.

Though she had picked up stray dogs and cats before—probably similar, right?

She grabbed her keys and hurried out. The white fluorescent panel on her system-issued navigator displayed two red dots, tracking the locations of the male and female leads.

"Yan Chen has the wild system’s halo and protagonist aura, making it easy for him to charm An Wan."

"So how do we kill him?" An Xiaowei sat in the taxi, watching the moving dots on the screen, already sharpening her metaphorical blades for the male lead.

A mutual crush?

If An Wan knew the guy had a pockmarked face, she wouldn’t be so thrilled.

Si choked on his words.

"Have you ever seen a novel where the male lead dies right at the start? Besides, this is modern society—murder isn’t exactly encouraged. And if An Wan found out, it’d tear you two apart."

Clearly, that wasn’t the outcome the original An Xiaowei would’ve wanted.

"What about the system? Can you destroy it?"

With Yan Chen’s protagonist aura and the system’s appearance upgrades, An Xiaowei figured the real problem was that damn system.

"I can destroy it, but sorry—this is a beginner’s mission. If you complete it without my help, the newbie rewards will be incredibly generous."

Si wanted to assist, but his hands were tied.

If the wild system died, the mission would end instantly—and then what would the readers even read? (Just kidding.)

"Fine, got it." An Xiaowei didn’t bother arguing further.

Soon, they arrived at the restaurant where the leads were meeting—more of a noodle joint, really.

Yan Chen, still a college senior, hadn’t yet fully benefited from the wild system’s enhancements.

All he had was his face and voice.

He didn’t even know his online crush was An Wan, a currently trending celebrity.

The system had sent him here, promising a seaside villa in the suburbs if he could steal a kiss from her.

When Yan Chen spotted the stunning beauty in a white mask, his eyes gleamed with infatuation, lingering on An Wan’s legs.

So slender, so long.

Perfect legs—they’d look even better in black stockings…

His imagination was already galloping across the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.

Meanwhile, An Wan gazed at the man in a simple white shirt and jeans.

Just as she’d imagined—clean, handsome, with a face rivaling any male celebrity’s, eyes like a sky full of stars.

And he was staring at her legs.

So bold!

It was both annoying and embarrassingly thrilling.

Her heart raced as she approached, only for Yan Chen to grab her hand.

His warm fingers brushed her knuckles, teasingly tracing a slow circle.

An Wan felt like she might faint.

So handsome!

This man knew exactly how to flirt.

His palm was so warm, enveloping hers completely.

Despite her inner swooning, An Wan only blushed to the tips of her ears, keeping her composure intact.

She had to leave a perfect impression on the man she adored.

Watching from the sidelines, An Xiaowei raised an eyebrow at An Wan’s near-catwalk strut.

"She’s got a serious case of delusion."

It was just hand-holding—was it really that big a deal?

And this noodle shop? An Wan hadn’t set foot in places like this since her child-star days at age ten.

"Hopeless. Time to prep the funeral band—I’ll be at the kids’ table." An Xiaowei was tempted to just walk out.

An Wan had worked with countless celebrities—Yan Chen’s looks were, at best, above average.

She’d even filmed kiss scenes with male gods who looked like they’d stepped out of a 3D model, yet she’d never acted this lovesick before.

And this Yan Chen had been ogling her legs from the moment he saw her. The old An Wan would’ve slapped him already.

The male lead’s halo was terrifyingly overpowered.

"I think there’s still hope," Si said just as a Maserati pulled up beside An Xiaowei.

The window rolled down, revealing a woman in a soft green dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate features held a timeless beauty—radiant as spring peaches, serene as autumn chrysanthemums, with dimples that caught the light like sunlit ripples.

"Xiaowei? What are you doing here? Where’s An Wan?" Ning Moqing asked with a playful smile.

"Just grabbing a bite. I’m starving," An Xiaowei replied, recognizing her instantly thanks to the system’s prompt.

"What a coincidence! I just left my parents’ place and was craving food too. Want Italian, Chinese, or maybe Japanese?"

Ning Moqing parked and stepped out, only to see An Xiaowei dart into the noodle shop.

She moved fast, but Ning Moqing still caught a glimpse of her retreating figure.

Why run? They’d known each other for years.

Inside, Ning Moqing spotted An Xiaowei at the second-to-last table.

A young couple sat nearby—the guy was decent, but the girl’s back looked oddly familiar.

An Wan rarely wore today’s outfit, so Ning Moqing didn’t recognize her at first.

She slid into the seat opposite An Xiaowei, about to speak, when Xiaowei raised a finger to her lips.

Shh—

Before Ning Moqing could react, she heard a voice she knew all too well.

"Um, my identity’s a bit sensitive. You probably know me—just call me Xiao Wan," An Wan murmured, though Ning Moqing heard every word.

No wonder Xiaowei was here.

But a place like this? An Wan hadn’t visited a noodle joint in over a decade.

Across from her, Yan Chen chuckled, his voice dropping into a teasing purr.

"Why aren’t you calling me hubby anymore?"