Am I a Kamen Rider or the real young master who was switched at birth?

Ye Yang had just stepped one foot into the main building when he froze in place.

He tilted his head back, his neck almost bending at a ninety-degree angle. It was already exaggerated enough from the outside, but from the inside...

This isn't a living room; it's clearly the lobby of a five-star hotel.

The high ceiling was at least two stories high, and a crystal chandelier made of many tiny crystal beads hung down from the center.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, refracting into countless tiny specks of light as it passed through the crystal.

The living room sofa is large enough for three adults to lie down comfortably with room to spare, and it's decorated with several dark green cushions.

In front of the sofa is a dark solid wood coffee table, on which sits a white porcelain vase with several white orchids.

To the left is a spiral staircase, its black curves gracefully extending upwards, the steps paved with dark solid wood flooring.

Light seeped out from the edges of the wood, illuminating the entire staircase as if it were a row of light steps floating in the air.

Ye Yang's lips moved, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "From the inside... it's even bigger."

Su Wanqing walked in from behind and happened to hear what he said.

She smiled, then walked to Ye Yang's side and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, let's see your room. It's been prepared for you for a long time, it's upstairs. I started packing it the day I found you, I've been preparing things for a long time, just waiting for you to come back."

Ye Yang scratched his head, his fingers habitually running through his hair a couple of times: "Okay, I'm fine with anything, anything is okay."

Just then, he felt a gaze fixed on him from behind.

Ye Yang subconsciously glanced back.

Lin Xingran stood about three steps behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.

Those eyes, filled with dark circles, were staring at him without blinking.

Her ears twitched, like some alert little animal that had heard a suspicious sound.

Ye Yang blinked, somewhat puzzled.

He wasn't sure if he had offended his second sister in some way, but her gaze was just too intense. If that gaze had a temperature, a small patch of hair on the back of his head would probably have been singed.

Out of politeness, he smiled at Lin Xingran.

Lin Xingran didn't smile back. Instead, her expression became even more serious, her lips pressed into a thin line.

In fact, a little drama was unfolding in Lin Xingran's mind at that moment.

"See, here you are. Mom and Dad said, 'We've already prepared a room for you.' Following the typical novel trope, Ye Yang will then say in that sassy, ​​teasing tone—"

Her inner monologue switched to an exaggerated tone, "Oh, may I see Sister Lin Ying's room?"

"Then he would run to Lin Ying's room, stand at the door, pause for three seconds to create a subtle atmosphere, then lower his head and say in a pitiful tone—"

"Mom and Dad, why is Lin Ying's room bigger than mine? I guess Lin Ying is more important to me after all."

After reciting the lines in her mind, Lin Xingran felt disgusted with herself, and her shoulders involuntarily trembled.

"Then Mom and Dad will feel incredibly guilty, thinking they've wronged him, and that will lower their opinion of Lin Ying! Isn't that a classic villain trope?"

"First, play the victim to gain sympathy, then gradually drive the fake heiress out of the family!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her fingers unconsciously pinched her arm, creating a small crease in the sleeve.

"Don't even think about it! You think you can pull off something like this right under my nose? Absolutely not!"

Ye Yang, of course, had no idea what kind of story was playing out in his second sister's mind.

He just felt a little confused by being stared at and was about to turn around and go upstairs when a figure suddenly darted over.

Lin Xingran's speed was astonishing; Ye Yang even suspected that she might have secretly used some of the Awakened One's abilities.

In the blink of an eye, she squeezed from behind to stand next to Ye Yang, her shoulder almost bumping into his arm.

Ye Yang was taken aback by her sudden approach and subconsciously asked, "...What's wrong?"

Lin Xingran turned to look at him with a "kind" smile on her face.

"It's okay, it's okay," Lin Xingran said, deliberately making her voice sweet. "I was just worried that our floor was too slippery, what if you lost your balance and fell? I'll be there to hold you, just to be safe."

Ye Yang blinked after hearing this. Then he nodded, touched.

"Oh dear," he grinned, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons, radiating a genuine and unguarded light.

"There are still more good people than bad. I saw some posts on forums online saying that the second young lady of the Lin family is cold-hearted and has a fiery temper, but that's clearly slander. Isn't she just a warm-hearted older sister?"

Lin Yumin, who was walking beside her, paused for a moment upon hearing this.

She turned her head, glanced at Lin Xingran with her dark brown eyes, and then rolled her eyes.

After finishing reading, she continued walking forward without saying a word, but in her mind she had already written an argumentative essay of 800 words.

Lin Xingran noticed her older sister's eye roll, but she chose to ignore it.

She maintained that "kind" smile, but beneath that smile, her inner thoughts were a completely different story.

"Hmph, moved now? Lowered your guard now?" Lin Xingran sneered inwardly, her eyes fixed on Ye Yang's feet, ready to strike at any moment.

"If he dares to pull that stupid 'fall down the stairs and then say he was pushed' trick later."

"I'll strike first and sweep my leg across him. Then I'll tell my parents he fell on his own. Let's see how long he can keep up this act."

Ye Yang was completely unaware that the "warm-hearted older sister" beside him was planning how to kick him when he fell.

He happily followed Su Wanqing upstairs, unconsciously patting the magenta camera on his chest with one hand.

When he was halfway down the spiral staircase, he saw a photograph on the wall at the corner.

Lin Yuanshan stood in military uniform at the medal awarding ceremony, next to the young Su Wanqing, who was holding a small baby in her arms. The baby was wrapped in pink swaddling clothes, with only a wrinkled little face showing.

Ye Yang stopped and looked for two seconds.

That baby must be Lin Ying, he thought to himself, and then continued walking uphill.

Su Wanqing walked at the front, and finally they stopped in front of a white wooden door at the end of the second-floor corridor.

The door is a double door, almost twice as wide as a regular door.

A small sign hung on the doorknob, which read "Welcome Home".

"The words on this were written by Lin Ying." Su Wanqing noticed Ye Yang's gaze and explained softly, "Yu Mian originally wanted to add something too, but she said she wasn't good at drawing, so she picked out a doorknob ornament for you—look, that one."

Ye Yang glanced down at the sign hanging on the doorknob and a smile crept onto his lips.

Su Wanqing grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, and pushed the door open.

"Wow—it's huge?!"

Ye Yang's voice echoed throughout the spacious room.

He subconsciously took a step forward, his shoes sinking into the carpet, which felt as soft as walking on clouds.

The room was indeed large.

In the very center was a large bed, two meters wide, with quilts and pillows arranged neatly. The edges of the pillowcases were embroidered with a fine, dark pattern that shimmered faintly in the light.

A painting of a bamboo forest hangs on the wall behind the bed, which brings a sense of tranquility.

To the left of the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window, with white gauze curtains half-drawn, allowing sunlight to stream in and cast soft dappled patterns on the carpet.

Outside the window is a small balcony, from which you can see a corner of the bamboo grove in the backyard.

To the right of the bed is a desk, on which sits a lamp, a pen holder, and a small pot of succulents.

In the corner of the room, there was a warm orange beanbag chair, which looked especially cozy against the gray and white color scheme.

At the doorway, Lin Xingran's eyes widened in surprise: "Huh?"

According to the scripts from those novels in her head, Ye Yang should have paused for three seconds upon seeing the room, then lowered his head and said in a pitiful tone, "Isn't this room... too small?" — How could it be "Wow, it's so big"?

This is different from the script.

Lin Xingran's mind went blank for a fraction of a second. But she quickly regained her composure.

"No, we can't let our guard down. Maybe this is a ploy, pretending to be satisfied first, and then revealing their true colors after Mom and Dad leave."

Su Wanqing walked to Ye Yang's side, and seeing his dumbfounded expression, the corners of her mouth curved even more deeply.

"We didn't know what style you liked, so we just decorated it simply and put in some basic furniture and items. Once you're settled, you can buy whatever style you like and anything else you want."

After she finished speaking, she naturally reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a black card.

The edges of the card are polished very smoothly, reflecting a subtle matte finish under light.

She held the card between her fingers and handed it to Ye Yang.

Lin Xingran's eyes lit up instantly.

She was very familiar with that card; it was a supplementary card to the Lin family's household account, with a fixed amount deposited into it every month.

Her card was suspended because she skipped three days of class last time, and the instructor reported it to her father. It's been almost a month since then and she hasn't seen any money in it.

She stared at the black card, her eyes gleaming with the green light of a hungry wolf eyeing meat.

Ye Yang glanced down at the card handed to him, then at Su Wanqing, and quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no need, really no need."

Su Wanqing did not withdraw her hand. She tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her face, and said firmly, "Yes, I will."

Ye Yang waved his hand again, "No need, no need—"

"Yes, yes." Su Wanqing pushed the card further into his hand, "There's not much money in it, just 500,000."

"Five hundred thousand?! This—this still isn't much? Forget it, forget it, it's too much, forget it, I have my own money."

When he wrote novels before, he would often include plots like "a black card worth 100 million".

But when he actually had a card with 500,000 yuan in it placed in front of him, he didn't know where to put his hands.

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

Lin Yuanshan walked to the door, glanced at the card in Su Wanqing's hand, then at Ye Yang, and then stepped inside.

He didn't say anything. He simply took the card from Su Wanqing's hand, then accurately located Ye Yang's pants pocket and slipped the card inside.

"Take it," Lin Yuanshan said in a low voice.

He withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, cleared his throat, and said, "This money was given to you by everyone. Your mother and I each contributed 100,000."

He paused, then turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

Lin Yumin arrived at the room door at some point, leaning against the door frame with a cup of tea she had somehow gotten her hands on.

"Your eldest sister also gave 100,000. Yu Mian said she didn't know what you liked, so she wouldn't buy anything randomly and would let you choose for yourself."

Lin Yumin nodded slightly with a faint expression, then picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

Lin Yuanshan continued, "Lin Ying did the same. She also took out her own savings."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ying, who had been standing in the corridor without daring to come in, visibly turned red at the tips of her ears.

She clasped her hands together, lowered her head, and her silver-white bangs completely covered most of her face.

Lin Yuanshan paused here, deliberately drawing out his words, and turned to look at the other side of the doorway, saying, "Except—"

Lin Xingran was leaning against the wall in the corridor with her arms crossed. When she heard her father's tone, she straightened up alertly.

"Except for your second sister," Lin Yuanshan said slowly, "I recently suspended her credit card—"

Lin Xingran breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it was just that her card was suspended; it wasn't a big deal.

"—So I secretly took 50,000 from the teddy bear where she hid her money."

Lin Xingran's eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaped open, and her eyebrows almost reached her hairline. Her entire face was filled with the shock of being betrayed by her closest relatives.

"dad!!!"

Lin Xingran's shout echoed several times in the spacious room, even causing the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows to vibrate slightly.

She burst into the corridor like a cannonball, with faint orange-red sparks dancing in her pupils, and a very faint smell of burning began to fill the air.

"You touched my treasure vault!!! That's my bear!!! I've been saving it up since I was a kitten!!! You won't even leave a child's little stash alone!!! I'm going to tell Mom—"

"well--"

Suddenly, Lin Yuanshan reached out and covered Lin Xingran's mouth, completely covering half of his daughter's face. Lin Xingran's subsequent words were all muffled "mmm" sounds in his palm.

Lin Yuanshan turned to Ye Yang and said without changing his expression, "What secrets can a family have?"

Lin Xingran struggled desperately under his palm, grabbing her father's wrists and trying to pry them outwards, but Lin Yuanshan's arm was as steady as an iron pillar, not moving an inch.

Her gaze shifted to Su Wanqing, sending a distress signal through her eyes.

Su Wanqing watched this scene, her lips twitched slightly, but she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, turned her head to the side, and focused on appreciating the bamboo forest scenery outside the French windows.

Lin Yumin held her teacup and blew on the tea leaves that weren't actually on the surface.

Lin Ying stood outside the door, covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, her silver-white hair swaying gently with her laughter.

Ye Yang glanced around at everyone in the room, then looked down at the black card peeking out from his pocket.

He grinned. "Alright then. Thanks."

Ye Yang looked up and nodded to Lin Yuanshan. He thought for a moment, took the card out of his pocket, glanced at it, and then carefully put it back.

Lin Xingran finally broke free from her father's iron grip. Her hair was a mess, and her face showed a mixture of anger and grievance.

She turned her head and stared at the card in Ye Yang's pocket, the one with 50,000 yuan in it, which she had taken from her teddy bear.

"Remember to pay back that 50,000," she said, her voice still tinged with resentment.

Ye Yang looked at her and grinned, "Okay, I'll return it to you when I learn the 2000th skill."

Lin Xingran paused for a moment, then snorted and turned her head away.