Chapter 1The Genius Slacker

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: "..."

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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: "..."