Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 879: Extra(10)

Qiao Zhen had always lived a quiet life when he was a child. He did not go to school like the other kids in the neighborhood. His parents had chosen to home-tutor him instead.

At first, he felt lonely. He used to sit by the window, watching the other kids run and laugh on the street, and wonder what it felt like to have many friends. But his parents had their reasons.

They wanted him safe, and they wanted him to grow strong in both books and skills.

Everything changed when he turned ten years old. That was the year his little sister was born. The day she was brought home, he was so thrilled that he jumped around the house.

"Finally, I have someone to look after," he said, clapping his hands. His parents laughed, watching his excitement.

When the baby grew old enough to understand, Qiao Zhen would sit beside her crib and talk to her. "You are my sister, but you are not the only sister I have," he would whisper.

"I also have a twin sister, Qiao Yun. She is your eldest sister. She is far away now, but one day she will come back. You must remember her name."

The little girl, Qiao Ni, grew up listening to her brother talk about Qiao Yun. Even though she had never met Qiao Yun, she felt like she already knew her. She would often hold small toys in her hand and say,

"This is for Sister Yun. I will give it to her when she comes back."

Their bond as siblings grew deeper each year. Together, they made small gifts for Qiao Yun. Sometimes it was a hand-sewn handkerchief. Sometimes it was a small wooden box that Qiao Zhen carved himself.

Sometimes it was a talisman Qiao Ni wrote while practicing the mystic arts their mother had taught her. They placed all these gifts in a box and called it the "Sister Box."

They hoped that one day, when Qiao Yun returned, they could finally give her everything they had saved.

Years went by quickly. Their parents were nearing fifty, but their father and mother looked just as young as before. Their mother’s special potions and talismans kept their faces smooth and their bodies strong. Sometimes Qiao Zhen would look at them and sigh with respect.

"If not for Mother’s skill, Father and Mother would have grown old already. But they look so bright, so full of energy," he told Qiao Ni. She would nod and say, "I hope they stay with us for a long, long time."

The only sad part of their life was their grandparents. Their grandfather and grandmother were reaching an age where time itself could no longer be stopped.

They were weak, and sometimes they had to lie in bed for days. But thanks to their mother’s talismans, they never felt pain, and they could still smile at their grandchildren.

Qiao Zhen and Qiao Ni often held their hands and prayed that they would stay alive to see Qiao Yun return.

But year after year, Qiao Yun still did not come back.

On their birthdays, on the New Year, and on festivals, the siblings looked at the door, wishing that maybe, just maybe, she would walk in. But she never did.

When they turned eighteen, both of them were already outstanding in their own ways. Qiao Zhen was brilliant in business. He had already made a name for himself even as a teenager, advising his father and investing money wisely.

Qiao Ni, on the other hand, trained hard in both physical combat and mystic arts.

By the time she was eighteen, she could defeat men twice her size and could create powerful talismans that even older masters praised.

Still, their hearts carried the same wish: that Qiao Yun would come back.

By twenty-one, Qiao Zhen had already built an empire that stretched far beyond his home country. His name appeared in business magazines, and his face was known as the youngest top businessman.

That afternoon, the city was buzzing outside the tall glass walls of Qiao Corporation. Cars moved like silver ants on the road below, and the sunlight poured into his office, lighting the stacks of papers and the large mahogany desk where he sat. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence.

"President Qiao," his receptionist said nervously, "someone is here... She says she is your sister."

Qiao Zhen’s pen stopped moving. His dark eyes narrowed. "My sister?" he asked, his voice low. "Which one? Is it Qiao Ni?"

The receptionist shook her head on the screen. "No... not Miss Qiao Ni. She said she is your other sister."

The silence in the office grew heavy. For years, many women had tried to use that excuse. They had claimed to be his missing twin, hoping to trick him into opening doors for them.

He had grown used to liars, gold-diggers, and desperate people pretending. But every time someone said those words, a part of him still hesitated. What if, just once, it was true?

His hand tightened on the pen until it almost broke. Finally, he said coldly, "Send her in."

A few minutes later, the door opened. The sound of clicking heels echoed across the office floor. A young woman walked in. She had long curled hair, heavy makeup, and a dress that sparkled under the lights.

For a moment, Qiao Zhen studied her face, his heart frozen between hope and suspicion. But as soon as her painted smile appeared, his hope died.

It was not her.

His twin sister’s face was carved into his memory. No one could fake it.

This girl was nothing but an actress. He had seen her before in magazines, one of the new faces in the entertainment industry, desperate for fame.

His expression turned sharp and cold. "Who told you to come here?" he asked. His voice was so icy that the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

The actress’s smile wavered, but she quickly forced it back and walked closer. "President Qiao... I am really your sister," she said, her voice trembling a little. "I was separated from you since childhood, but now I have returned. Don’t you recognize me?"

Qiao Zhen leaned back in his chair, his eyes like blades cutting through her lies. "Recognize you?" he repeated softly. "You think you can fool me with that face? Get out."

The actress’s knees suddenly hit the floor. She knelt before his desk, her dress spreading across the carpet. Tears formed in her eyes, but Qiao Zhen saw no sincerity in them. They were crocodile tears, trained for the camera.

"Please!" she begged. "I... I just want your support. If you can sponsor me, if you can give me a chance in the industry, I will do anything for you. Anything! Just... please."

Her words filled the room like poison. Qiao Zhen’s jaw tightened. For a moment, he remembered his real sister, Qiao Yun, the girl who used to hold his hand when they were children.

She never begged, never lowered herself. She was strong, even when she was young. To see someone use her name like this was an insult.

"Do anything?" Qiao Zhen repeated slowly. His voice carried no warmth. He stood up, his tall figure towering over the kneeling woman. His shadow fell on her face. "Do you think I need anything from you? Do you think my sister’s name is a ticket to your career?"

The actress flinched. "I... I didn’t mean it that way, I just—"

"Enough," he cut her off. His voice was so sharp it made her words die in her throat. He pointed at the door. "Leave now. If you stay even one more second, I will not guarantee you can walk out of here unharmed."

The actress’s face turned pale. She could see in his eyes that he was not joking.

When the door slammed shut, silence filled the office again. Qiao Zhen stood there, staring at the empty space she had left behind. His hands curled into fists.

"How many more will come?" he whispered to himself. His chest ached with a mixture of anger and sadness. "How many will dare to use her name, just for their own gain?"

The phone rang again. Qiao Zhen pressed it. "What is it now?" he asked coldly.

"President Qiao..." the receptionist’s voice was shaky, "another woman has come. She... she also says she is your sister."

Qiao Zhen’s eyes turned sharp. "Another one?" he muttered. He clenched his jaw. "Fine. Let her in. I will teach her a lesson myself."

The door opened slowly. A woman stepped inside. She had simple clothes, no heavy makeup. Her eyes were clear, filled with warmth.

She looked at him and whispered, "Brother..."

Qiao Zhen froze. His breath caught. That voice... that face...

"Yun?" he said, his voice trembling.

Her eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Brother. It’s me, Qiao Yun."

His own eyes watered. He rushed forward and pulled her into his arms. "Sister... finally... you’re back!"

Qiao Yun hugged him tightly. "Let’s go home and give mother a surprise."