My family runs a butcher shop, and it turned out I was switched at birth with the daughter of the wealthiest family in town, the Sterlings. The day they came to pick up the "real daughter" (me), I thought the "fake daughter" wouldn't show up. But she did. She came clutching her "Scientific Pig Farming Manual." I, on the other hand, shoved my hands in my pockets and hopped into the car. The domineering CEO older brother who came to get me shot me a side-eye: "Where's your luggage?" I drawled out slowly: "Too lazy to pack. Isn't bringing myself enough?" Domineering CEO brother: "..." 01 I sat down in the car, buckled my seatbelt, found a comfortable position, and slumped back. Not moving an inch. Arthur Sterling's look at me was hard to describe, like he was looking at something very abstract. Oh, Arthur is my long-lost biological older brother, profession: Domineering CEO. And I am the real daughter who was switched at birth. My picnic-like attitude made Arthur silent for a good while before he finally asked: "Aren't you going to say goodbye to them?" "No..." "Sis, my one and only sis, are you just going to leave like this?" I had just opened my mouth when I was interrupted by a wail. Next, a humanoid object sprinted over, throwing himself at the car window and grabbing my hand. "I can't bear to let you go. What will I do when you leave?" He said this while grabbing my arm and shaking it violently. I felt like seaweed trembling in the water, my soul flying out of my mouth. "Yeah, I'm gone. Burn some paper money for me if you need anything." I closed my eyes peacefully. Leo Miller paused, and the next moment, he cried even louder. "Sis, I passed the assessment, when are you giving me the invite code—" He was yanked up by his collar and forced to stand straight. The crying stopped abruptly. Chloe, holding a thick notebook, pushed up the glasses on her nose. A cold glint seemed to flash behind the lenses. "Leo, is it? According to Mom and Dad, you're in charge of the diet for the eight pigs in the backyard right now?" This serious, interrogative tone made Leo involuntarily stand up straight, adopting the solemn attitude he used when facing his elementary school homeroom teacher. "Y-yeah, what about it?" Chloe flipped open the notebook with a whoosh, pulled a fountain pen from her chest pocket, and started writing scribble scribble scribble while asking: "What time do you feed them every day? "How's the piglets' appetite? "How long is their post-meal exercise? "Any abnormalities in their stool?" With each question, Leo's mouth slowly opened wider, looking as if he'd gone stupid. Arthur, however, seemed to have expected this. He lifted his eyelids slightly and stood quietly to the side. I looked at Chloe in surprise. From a wealthy heiress to a butcher's daughter, she didn't show the slightest sense of a comedown. She adapted faster than I did. Chloe met my gaze and nodded politely. I smiled, pointed at the dumbfounded Leo, and told her: "Leo is very useful. You can tell him to do whatever ideas you have." Chloe's eyes lit up slightly. She thought for a moment and said: "The Sterling family, has money." Sterling Family's Big Brother: "..." Miller Family's Little Brother: "..." 02 It was almost ten o'clock by the time we got back to the Sterling mansion, past my usual bedtime. My eyelids were fighting each other, and I could practically fall asleep standing up. But as soon as I walked in the door, I heard an overly dramatic voice that startled the sleep bugs right out of me. "Big brother, you're finally back! Maria, hurry up and bring out the chicken congee I asked you to prepare. Big brother has been traveling all day, he must be exhausted and probably hasn't eaten well on the road." A girl in a white dress fluttered over, fluttering around Arthur, expressing her concern with a slight frown. After a long speech, her gaze drifted toward me, and she covered her mouth in shock: "Oh my... Sister, I'm sorry, I forgot about you." She carefully glanced at me, then back at Arthur: "Big brother, is this Mia? So Sister... Sister Chloe really isn't coming back?" Arthur's face was expressionless: "Where she wants to go is her business. From now on, Mia is your sister." He turned to me and said: "This is Grace Sterling. Mom sponsored her, and now she's considered adopted." Grace looked at me timidly, her expression quite awkward: "Mia... Sister, I didn't know you were coming back today, so I didn't prepare anything for you. You... you won't blame me, right?" I covered my mouth and yawned. My body was still standing there, but my soul had long since drifted away. Are you done talking? If you're done, hurry up and find me a place to sleep. Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose, a hint of exhaustion showing on his handsome face. "She's tired from traveling all day. Take her to her room to rest." Grace bit her lip: "...But the room isn't ready yet." Arthur lowered his hand, his frown deepening: "What's going on? Wasn't this settled before I left?" His stern gaze swept toward Maria, the housekeeper, nearby. Grace frantically explained: "Don't blame Maria, it's me. I thought since sister was coming back, I'd give up my room, but... but there was too much stuff, and I couldn't finish packing it all at once." Saying this, she looked like she was about to cry. Arthur's frown deepened even more: "There are so many empty rooms upstairs. Just prepare another one." "But my room has the best lighting. Sister should have the best when she comes back. "It's all my fault. I should have moved out earlier. I shouldn't have stayed in such a nice room in the first place... Why don't I let sister sleep in my room tonight? I can sleep anywhere, Sis..." Grace, wiping her tears, looked at me resiliently, and the words in her mouth came to an abrupt halt. Arthur followed her gaze, and his calm expression cracked a little. He saw me leaning against the wall with my eyes closed, having been sound asleep for a while. 03 I slept until noon the next day, opening my eyes in a completely unfamiliar room. Not a hint of panic. When I was little, I once followed my dad to butcher a pig in the middle of the night. On the way back in the early hours, I was so sleepy. I saw a haystack on the side of the road, fell into it, and went to sleep. My dad, walking ahead, suddenly looked back and found his big daughter missing. He broke out in a cold sweat. My mom nagged him about it for over a month, and young Leo gained a new task because of it. —Keep an eye on me, don't let me fall asleep randomly anywhere. When I went downstairs, Arthur and Grace were already sitting at the dining table. Arthur looked up, saw me, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He'd never seen anyone sleep like a corpse on a bed, impossible to wake up. If I hadn't still been warm to the touch, he really would have taken me to the hospital. After I sat down, Arthur asked a couple of concerned questions and told me to make a list if I needed anything, and he'd have his assistant buy it. Opposite me, Grace bit her lip, looking like she wanted to say something but was holding back. Naturally, I wouldn't initiate a conversation. Whoever can make me say an extra word is a true master. Leo had knelt and begged me to talk to him countless times. When all the dishes were brought out, I slowly picked at the one dish right in front of me. Arthur looked at me once, then again, and finally couldn't hold back: "There are so many dishes, why are you only eating that one?" He paused, his tone softening a bit. "This is your home. Don't be formal. Eat whatever you want." Grace seemed to be waiting for this exact opportunity. Hearing this, she immediately put food in my bowl. "Sister, you haven't eaten these before. Try them all. I know your family were butchers..." She gasped, covering her mouth with an "Ah," and looked at me, blinking her eyes. "Sister, I didn't mean it, and I don't look down on butchers. It's just that living in a place like that, you must have suffered a lot. Now that you're back in the Sterling family, it's different. "Sister, tell me whatever you want to eat, and I'll definitely have Maria make it for you." After speaking, she stared at me, waiting for my reaction. I gave a flat "Oh." "Thanks." She waited a bit, the smile on her face stiffening. I paused, turned to look at Arthur: "It's too far. Raising my hand is tiring." Arthur froze for a second before realizing this was the answer to his question from just now. He was caught between laughter and tears. "Just raising your hand..." My phone dinged constantly. Someone was continuously sending messages. Seeing me completely ignore it, Arthur reminded me. "Aren't you going to look?" "No need." I didn't even lift my head, continuing to bury myself in my food. Grace's eyes flickered. She suddenly reached out and picked up my phone, looking as if she were considering things for me. "What if it's an emergency? Even though sister is back in the Sterling family, you can't just cut off ties with the people you knew before." Saying this, she casually tapped on the phone, and instantly, a series of wails pierced our ears through the screen. "Sis, help me, my sis! "This woman is a demon! Staying up all night writing a pig farming business plan! Just the postpartum care regulations for sows has a hundred rules! A hundred! "She also said she wants to expand the scale of our family's pork stall, aiming to open a factory in half a year and go public in three years. "She dragged me out of bed at six in the morning to do health assessments on each pig, and then led all the pigs in aerobic exercises! "I don't want to be tied to pigs for the rest of my life. "And I definitely don't want to be the young master of a slaughterhouse, not even a publicly traded one!" 04 A string of wails echoed through the living room. I could almost see Leo's mental breakdown playing out before me. An unusual silence filled the room. Arthur straightened his back: "I'm done eating. Take your time." With that, he got up and strode out the door to go to work. There was an inexplicable feeling that he had suddenly been injected with chicken blood (motivation). And Grace, who had been full of drama, also suddenly quieted down. I looked thoughtful. That child I was switched with, the former Sterling heiress, now Leo's biological sister. Is she really that intimidating? Under Leo's continuous bombardment of messages, I learned just how intense Chloe was. Not only did she stay up late writing business plans, but she also non-stop renovated the facilities, implementing scientific breeding and scientific slaughtering. She was also very willing to lower herself, personally going to Dad Miller's pork stall to inspect, helping sell pork for three days, and then setting about implementing reforms. I have to say, the reformed pork stall was elevated by more than one level, and business was much better than before. It was just tough on Leo, who became the only usable soldier under Chloe's command. But that wasn't the scariest part. The scariest part was that the Miller family's pork stall was merely Chloe's side hustle. Her main job was being a project group leader at the Sterling Group. This was a position she earned step-by-step, starting from a low-level employee after applying with her resume when she turned eighteen. At the time, absolutely no one knew she was the Sterling heiress. Terrifying. I suddenly understood Arthur's sense of urgency this morning. With such a hyper-competitive sister by his side, constantly threatening his CEO throne, how could he possibly act domineering? But now that she's replaced by me, a slacker sister, he probably doesn't have to worry about that anymore. The domineering CEO brother goes to work to support the family; I slump on the sofa playing on my phone. Grace finishes her piano practice. I'm slumped on the sofa. Grace finishes her dance class. I'm slumped on the sofa. Grace learns to make desserts with Maria. I flipped over. "Sister, you..." Grace, holding a plate of freshly baked cookies, walked up to me, hesitating to speak. My fingers tapped on the screen, not noticing the humanoid creature beside me at all. A hint of annoyance flashed across Grace's pretty face, and her pitch suddenly rose. "Sister, even though the Sterling family has money, we should still enrich ourselves and not waste time." She paused, bit her lip, and continued. "Maybe the environment you were in before was too poor, and you haven't seen truly excellent people, so your horizons are limited. You're used to the bottom-feeder state of just eating and waiting to die, but—" She suddenly emphasized her tone, clenching her fists and glaring at me indignantly. "That's no excuse for your degradation!" I looked up blankly: "What is she saying?" Grace frowned, and just as she was about to speak again, a familiar voice suddenly came from the phone. "She's been like this since she was little: can't grasp the main point, lacks logic, and uses vague semantics." Chloe, on the other side of the screen, paused and added a little more weight to her tone. "Grace, have all those years of English classes been a waste? "How did your English teacher teach you, or is there a problem with your learning? Otherwise, for someone as old as you, how can you not even speak clearly?" "Sis... Sister?" Grace's face turned pale, her whole body tense, and she subconsciously stood up straight. Chloe's words seemed to hit her hard. She turned around and walked away, looking totally lost. Chloe thanked me over the phone. "The system you built is very easy to use. Leo wasn't wrong, you really are good at this." I gave a noncommittal response. Before ending the call, Chloe remembered something and gave me a warning. "In a few days, Mom and Dad... Mr. and Mrs. Sterling will be back. They are very different people from the Miller parents. You'd better prepare yourself mentally." Different how? Are they not human? I thought about it for two seconds, then completely tossed it to the back of my mind.
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