Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Yang couldn’t help but chuckle at Big Orange’s clear preference for her company over returning to Cao Cuo. She watched as Cao Cuo gently stroked the cat’s head and spoke to it in a soothing tone.

Meanwhile, Big Orange seemed torn between the cat food in Cao Cuo’s hand and its desire for Gu Yang’s attention. It mewed softly and looked at her with pleading eyes.

Cao Cuo’s demeanor remained composed, but internally, he was excited and nervous. He tried to maintain his cool as he addressed Gu Yang, “Is your name Gu Yang?”

Yan Xi, surprised by Cao Cuo’s sudden interest, interjected, “Boss Cao, are you also a fan of Gu Yang?”

Having frequented Boss Cao’s Grass-Raising Internet Cafe, Yan Xi knew him as someone more inclined towards tending to plants than engaging in online celebrity fandom. His usual demeanor was akin to that of a retired person, focused on his greenery rather than celebrity gossip.

Cao Cuo’s eyes glinted slightly beneath his hair as he confirmed his admiration for Gu Yang. He turned to her and asked eagerly, “Yes, I’m your fan. Could you give me an autograph?”

Gu Yang noticed something peculiar about Boss Cao’s gaze. Although it was their first meeting, his eyes held a certain familiarity, as if he were looking at someone he had known for a long time.

When he mentioned being her fan, it all made sense to Gu Yang. Fans often had a deep sense of familiarity with their idols.

Since she had played with Boss Cao’s cat, it seemed fair to give him an autograph in return.

She retrieved a pen and notebook from her bag, signed her name, and added a thoughtful message: “I wish Boss Cao a prosperous business and a flourishing income.”

Gu Yang neatly tore off the page and handed it to him. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Cao Cuo accepted the paper, carefully reading the words she had written. His fingers, slender and well-proportioned, tightened slightly around the note as his heart raced.

It was her handwriting.

He would not be mistaken.

Gu Yang had just walked out of the internet cafe when he heard Boss Cao’s anxious voice behind him. “Gu Yang!”

Feng Jue, who was sleeping in the car with one hand supporting his head and his eyes closed, instantly opened his eyes when he heard the sound.

He tilted his head to look out of the car window and saw Cao Cuo chasing after him from the internet cafe.

Feng Jue blinked and decisively rolled up the car window.

Feng Jue’s car was parked at the entrance of the internet cafe, in the direction where Gu Yang was walking.

Cao Cuo saw Feng Jue in the driver’s seat and his eyes instantly turned cold.

His initial 90% suspicion was now completely confirmed.

He could not help but squeeze his knuckles.

Bastard, I’ll settle the score with him later!

Gu Yang turned around and looked at Cao Cuo in confusion. “Boss Cao, what’s the matter?”

“I’m Cao Cuo.”

Cao Cuo approached her, his voice no longer calm, and his eyes brimming with suppressed excitement. But as he saw Gu Yang’s lack of recognition, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over him.

“Yangyang, you don’t remember me?” His eyes now reflected disappointment and melancholy.

Gu Yang was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head slightly.

Cao Cuo strode towards Feng Jue’s car and knocked on the window, the force increasing as if he might shatter the bulletproof glass.

Gu Yang followed him, beginning to piece together what might be happening. “Ah Jue, do you know him?”

When Feng Jue noticed Gu Yang, he rolled down the window and regarded Cao Cuo with an innocent expression. “Who are you?”

Cao Cuo fixed him with a dark stare and smirked, his voice low and tinged with coldness. “Hah, isn’t it a bit late for you to pretend you don’t know me now?”

If this guy thought not rolling up the window would fool him, he clearly underestimated Cao Cuo’s ability to see through such acts.