Family Stealing System: your wife, mother, sister, all mine now!
Chapter 39: Decision

Chapter 39: Decision

He pulled up the system window with a thought.

[Fortune: 200]

Two hundred points. Enough for two hundred Qi Sparks if he converted them directly—a drop in the bucket compared to the hundred thousand he needed for Stage Six, but every drop counted.

He allocated all two hundred without hesitation, watching the number tick upward.

[Qi Sparks: 16,507/100,000]

The warmth spread through his meridians like tea on a cold morning, settling into his bones with a pleasant ache. He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes.

It was quick..

The smell from the kitchen had intensified while he meditated—garlic and ginger sizzling in oil, the rich umami of braised meat, something sweet that might have been honey-glazed root vegetables.

Hua Feimei appeared in the doorway, looking unaffected by mortal dust, her burgundy sleeves pushed up past her elbows. Her red eyes moved from Kian to the unconscious girl on the couch, then back to Kian.

"Have you figured anything out?"

"I haven’t completely figured it out, but we have someone to ask to. Old Fang, come out."

The jade pendant glowed green, and Fang Ping’s wispy form materialized beside the unconscious girl. He hovered a foot off the floorboards, his translucent face settling into an expression of weary patience.

Hua Feimei didn’t flinch, but her red eyes tracked the spirit with a criminal intensity.

"So you are the thing living in his pendant," she murmured. "I’ve seen you before."

"I can hide from others, but not from the Blood Demon Eyes."

Kian nodded in thought. He really liked the Blood Demon Eyes as well.

The Blood Demon Eyes didn’t really have a lot of abilities, but what it did, it could do really well. It made one’s eyesight much better than average.

That might seem like a very weak ability compared to something like teleportation or devastation. But eye abilities had a unique trait: they made your usage of everything else better.

With better eyesight, you could even walk better.

Hua Feimei stepped closer to the spirit, her gaze fixed on the old ghost.

"Why did my child start acting like a stranger all of a sudden? Was that your doing?"

Fang Ping shook his head, the motion making his outline shiver.

"I had no part in that, lady. I was sealed in that jade when he found me as a boy. But the Yin Insect Scripture I gave him—that changed him. Not the personality itself, no. The technique drew attention."

"What attention?" Kian prompted, though he already half-knew.

Fang Ping’s form steadied. "The Insect King of Mount Amara is one, but other than that, there is also power. My techniques made your boy stronger than ever and that just revealed his true nature."

Kian blinked.

Hua Feimei’s face stayed still, but her knuckles went white on the edge of the doorway. Who was she hiding it from? She had always known that her son had a hidden demonic nature.

Demonic nature was fine, but her son could even kill and eat his own mother if it meant growing stronger.

That was just too much.

Kian then explained why Hua Shulong had become a woman.

That made Feimei even more silent.

Kian leaned forward. "Does the Insect King still have any tricks on her, I mean him?"

Fang Ping turned to him. "As long as she lives, yes. But with her cultivation broken and her memory of the technique erased, the bond will fray. The king may lose interest. Or it may send someone to reclaim what it considers its property." The old ghost’s voice dipped lower. "I suggest you not be here when it does."

Jia burst through the kitchen door first, a steaming platter balanced on both palms.

"Move your feet or I’m dropping this on your head," she announced, and Kian pulled his legs aside just as she set the dish on the low table with a satisfied thump. Braised pork ribs glistened in a dark sauce, scattered with slivers of ginger and whole cloves of garlic that had caramelized at the edges.

Mia followed behind with a bowl of rice so fluffy it steamed in the cooler air, and behind her came a clay pot of soup that smelled of medicinal herbs and slow-cooked bone marrow.

The last one came floating in the air.

"Your Qi control is exquisite," Feimei praised Kian. "That’s some skill."

Kian just shrugged.

Mia settled onto the cushion beside Kian, and she was smiling—not the careful, guarded smile he’d grown used to, but genuine smiles.

"Mother used to make this soup when we were children," she said, ladling some into a bowl and pushing it toward Kian. "Jia burned her tongue on it once and didn’t speak for a full day."

Jia threw a chopstick at her sister, who caught it out of the air with a laugh.

Seeing the girls and Kian interact, Feimei just watched.

Kian ate with them, stealing a rib from Jia’s bowl and ignoring her outraged squawk, then forcing an extra piece onto Mia’s plate when he noticed she was mostly pushing rice around.

"Eat," he said, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he guided the meat to her lips with his chopsticks until she bit down, cheeks flushing.

"Tomorrow," Kian said, reaching for the soup, "we start packing. The sect’s most likely going to tear itself apart when the old master dies, and I don’t plan on being here when shit hits the fan."

He said it casually, between mouthfuls, as if he were discussing the weather.

Mia’s chopsticks paused. Jia looked up sharply. But neither sister argued—they simply nodded.

Feimei raised her teacup to her lips and took a slow sip, her gaze traveling from Kian’s left hand resting on Mia’s waist to the way Jia leaned into his space without seeming to notice she was doing it, her shoulder pressing against his arm as she reached for the soup pot.

How strange, she thought.

Her daughters had been two frightened girls clinging to a rented room, and now they were laughing at the dinner table, stealing food from a man who they had only met recently.

Whatever Kian was—and Feimei had her suspicions—he had given them something no one else had.

Feimei smiled.

Her daughters seemed to have found a good man after all their troubles.

As they were talking and eating, another girl walked out of the room, looking right out of sleep.

"Jiao Yin, come join us," Mia said. "We have some nice things."

Just like that, the day ended.

...

That night, perhaps due to everything that had happened in the day, Kian was incredibly sleepy. He was tired to the bone. So, the moment he walked upto his bed, he fell on it and his eyes began to go blurry.

"Sleeping already? That’s a surprise," someone said beside him.

"Jia?" he murmured.

"No, I am Mia."

He pulled her into an embrace and subconsciously felt nicer.

"Hehe, you still have energy for this, huh?"

Mia pulled her own clothes off and climbed into Kian’s robes. He could immediately feel her naked body pressed against himself and that almost woke him completely.

But quickly afterwards, he began to fall asleep again.

"Ah, damn am I tired," someone said, walking into the room. "Kian, I think you should have tied Hua Shulong up before going to sleep. That bastard, no, that bitch woke up and nearly scared me to death. Can you believe it?"

The footsteps fell silent.

Mia blinked, a blush creeping up her face. Jia?

"Hm? You already fell asleep?"

Jia climbed the bed, her hands pressing the soft matttress inward. "Eh, Mia?"

Mia poked her head out of Kian’s robes and looked at her sister’s stunned face. "What?"

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

They stared at each other for a long, embarrassing moment. Then, Kian pulled Jia into an embrace as well. With both women in his arms, he felt much nicer.

"Nice," he said, one sister in each arm. "Where is Jiao Yin, I want her too..."

""Shut up!!""

Both girls said at once.

At the end of the day, Kian fell asleep just like that.