Do Not Approach

14

Qin Yi sat calmly in her wheelchair, waiting for Mu Xiaoxiao to introduce her to the bold little girl.

Mu Xiaoxiao swallowed nervously, patted Qiuqiu on the head, and said, "This is an admirable lady with a tragic past."

Qin Yi: ...

Not giving the eldest miss the time to shoot daggers with her eyes, Mu Xiaoxiao pointed at her sister.

"And this is Qiuqiu, a simple-minded, young and chubby kid who's not great at studying but dreams of becoming a famous novelist in our country."

Qiuqiu wasn't offended by her sister's words. She shyly tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at Qin Yi: "Don't worry, admirable sister with a tragic past—I won't discriminate against you."

Qin Yi: !!!

If dynamite had levels, the eldest miss would have already exploded—on the spot—with the level of an atomic bomb. If she could, she would have blown Mu Xiaoxiao into tiny, unrecognizable pieces, with blood splattering everywhere to vent her rage.

Watching Qin Yi, Qiuqiu's mind, as an aspiring novelist, began filling with scenarios.

This poor sister must've been rescued by my sister again, right?

Could it be that during her time away from the orphanage, this sister was... Qiuqiu clasped her hand over her mouth. —Abandoned by her cruel parents because of her disabilities?

She pictured a stormy night, with owls perched upside down on branches, witnessing a heart-wrenching tragedy. The poor sister, wheelchair and all, had been thrown out of her home.

She reached out weakly, trying to say something, but rain mixed with her tears, blurring her vision.

Goodbye, cruel world...

She had no desire to live anymore.

She rolled her wheelchair toward the cliff's edge. Just as she was about to plunge into the abyss, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, and her sister appeared—

"What are you daydreaming about?" Mu Xiaoxiao yanked on Qiuqiu's face, glaring. "Go downstairs and buy groceries!"

This little brat! After causing so much trouble, she still had the nerve to stand there daydreaming.

Qiuqiu stuck out her tongue, slipped on her shoes, and headed out with the money her sister gave her. Before leaving, she threw one last sympathetic glance at the poor sister.

With a bang, the door closed.

Mu Xiaoxiao rubbed her arms awkwardly, exchanging glances with Qin Yi. This time, the look in Qin Yi's eyes wasn't just sharp—it was murderous.

"This... My sister isn't very bright. I've always meant to teach her a lesson." Mu Xiaoxiao tried to explain, but Qin Yi stared coldly, raising her hand slightly.

[I can help you.]

"No, no, no need!" Mu Xiaoxiao laughed nervously, her smile pitiful and desperate. "It's inconvenient to bathe here, but I can at least wash your hands now. When we get home, I'll make sure you have a proper bath right away."

Qin Yi: ...

It was meant to be a statement of determination, but as soon as Mu Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she couldn't help but mentally spit a few "puh puh"s at herself. What on earth was she saying? Such indecent words!

"No, what I mean is, I'll push you to go take a bath," she clarified.

Qin Yi: Push???

Mu Xiaoxiao: "Ah, no, I mean, I'll help you. Carrying you works too."