Child prodigy Olivia Carter grew up showered with love, but before the age of three, she had no idea she even had a brother—until one year, the whole family watched the Spring Festival Gala together.

Olivia Carter: This celebrity can’t sing or dance, how did he even get on the Spring Festival Gala?

Mr. Carter, pointing at the silly guy in red on TV, introduced: Xiaoxiao, that’s your brother.

Olivia Carter: ???

Olivia Carter: My brother embarrassed himself so badly on the Spring Festival Gala—how am I supposed to hold my head up in front of the other kids now!

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Superstar Ethan Carter has tens of millions of fans and massive popularity, but he had no idea he suddenly had a little sister—until one year, after finishing work during the Spring Festival.

Mr. Carter sent a text: Come home if you have time, your sister misses you.

Ethan Carter: ???

Ethan Carter: I’ve been so busy with work, passing by home three times without going in, and my parents actually had a second child!?

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In Olivia Carter’s eyes, even if Ethan Carter is the idol of millions of girls, he’s just an annoying brother.

In Ethan Carter’s eyes, even if Olivia Carter is a prodigy with astonishing talent, she’s just an annoying little sister.

Olivia Carter, Ethan Carter: In this family, it’s either him (her) or me—one of us has to go.

【The female lead has a supernatural ability to see the color of others’ emotions and can sense how others feel about her.】

【A hilarious sibling rivalry story; the CP is not the brother.】

Chapter 1

It was Spring Festival. Chang’an Avenue in the capital was decorated with lanterns and streamers, but the usually crowded roads were now wide and empty. Inside the CCTV building, Spring Festival Gala stars hurried to Studio 1, nervously preparing for the fifth rehearsal.

Ethan Carter followed the staff in a rush, suddenly feeling his throat dry and sore. He coughed violently a few times and instinctively tugged at the brim of his hat.

His agent, Brian Clark, noticed his artist wasn’t looking well and quickly handed over a water bottle, his face full of concern. “Are you okay? Want some water?”

The director leading the way also stopped, and the young woman hesitated, glancing at Ethan Carter with a hint of worry on her face.

Seeing everyone around him looking uneasy, Ethan Carter didn’t want to hold up the staff, so he quickly waved his hand to signal he was fine, his voice hoarse: “It’s nothing, I’ll just take some medicine tonight.”

Agent Brian Clark watched Ethan Carter go on stage, seeing him tough it out during rehearsal, and could only sigh quietly in the corner. Ethan Carter had caught a cold while filming, and after wrapping up, he rushed straight to the Spring Festival Gala, rehearsing intensely for several days in a row—it was no wonder his health hadn’t improved.

But being a celebrity is a job where you can’t complain about exhaustion or illness, especially for rising stars. Even though Ethan Carter is currently a top trending actor, no one can guarantee he’ll stay popular forever, which makes him feel a constant sense of crisis, like a machine that doesn’t dare to stop.

After rehearsal, Ethan Carter finally got to rest, sitting in front of the makeup mirror to take his medicine. Brian Clark asked, “Are you going home this year? Should I have them send your luggage back first?”

Ethan Carter was a bit dazed at that, incredulous: “I don’t have to work?” Was he already out of favor this quickly?

Brian Clark: “What work could there be during Spring Festival? Isn’t it just the Gala performance?”

Ethan Carter: “Didn’t I have work every year before…”

Brian Clark: “The year before last, filming was delayed unexpectedly. Last year it was Director Mr. Brooks’s movie—those were special cases. You should take a year off!”

Ethan Carter sat in the chair, looking a bit lost and at a loss for what to do. He hadn’t expected to get the luxury of a break, to actually go home and spend a proper New Year.

Brian Clark reminded him, “Do you want to call your parents? You haven’t been back in years, right?”

Ethan Carter had been so busy these past few years, spinning like a top, that he never relaxed even during Spring Festival, barely even having time to call his parents. There was nothing he could do about it—their schedules were completely different. Ethan Carter was either on a plane or on his way to the airport, and by the time he was actually free, it was already two or three in the morning. How could he call his family then?

His father, David Carter, would occasionally call him, but the two of them never had much to say, and usually hung up after a couple of sentences. His mother, Grace Bennett, was a high school teacher and just as busy, always on her feet. Ethan Carter had long gotten used to it.

Ethan Carter: “I’ll wait until after the Gala. It’s not like we live far apart—one phone call won’t make a difference.”

He hadn’t seen his parents in so long that he didn’t even know what to say if he called, feeling a bit of that nervousness you get when you’re almost home.

In the Yurongtai neighborhood, Emma Harris saw the stylish tea room in the courtyard and immediately knew this was the home of high school teacher Grace Bennett. Back then, Mr. Bennett was dignified and elegant, warm and approachable, exuding the classical beauty of an Eastern woman, and was very popular among the students. Even though Emma Harris had graduated years ago, she still remembered Mr. Bennett vividly.

Of course, one reason Emma Harris and the others remembered Mr. Bennett so well was because her son had become a celebrity.

When Emma Harris was a senior in high school, she had tutored at the teacher’s house and even met the little boy Ethan Carter, chatting with him about pop singers. No one could have imagined that Ethan Carter’s posters would one day be plastered all over the city, making him the idol countless girls chased after. Emma Harris often saw Ethan Carter on TV, and from his face, so similar to his mother’s, she would recall her teacher.