Do Not Approach

17

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Little brat!

As the time to part drew near, Qiuqiu softened. She hugged her sister tightly, reluctant to let go. "Sis, take care of yourself, okay? You look like you've lost weight."

Mu Xiaoxiao ruffled her hair. "That's your imagination. I weighed myself this morning and gained four pounds." She smirked. "Don't give me that nonsense—go get your books. I've assigned you homework before I leave."

Qiuqiu: ...

It's just like that. A decisive blow.

Even after they left and got into the car, Qin Yi couldn't stop picturing Qiuqiu's shocked expression. A small smile tugged at her lips. Mu Xiaoxiao really was a good sister, leaving behind a ton of homework as her parting gift.

Carrying her coat, Mu Xiaoxiao hesitated. She didn't have the courage to put it on Qin Yi again. Maybe she should ask if Qin Yi wanted it—it was so dark already, and no one would even notice if she didn't wear it.

Qin Yi, sitting quietly in her wheelchair, frowned.

[What are you waiting for?]

Mu Xiaoxiao: ...

Pushing Qin Yi out, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but notice how the eldest miss seemed to enjoy being covered in the coat. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but it felt as though Qin Yi secretly appreciated moments like this, times when she could immerse herself in the hustle and bustle of the world without any pretense.

In the darkness, Qin Yi didn't need to maintain her mask of strength or control. She could simply soak in the sounds of street vendors, the chatter of passersby, and even the playful noises of children.

What kind of life was this, Qin Yi couldn't help but wonder. Could people really be this happy?

The walk was short, and soon they were in the car, where the coat was taken off.

Liu Wannian, the driver, glanced at Qin Yi through the rearview mirror. He had assumed she would be fed up with Mu Xiaoxiao by now. Yet, the only message he received while waiting wasn't a command to leave immediately but a list of tasks.

It was the longest message he had ever received from Qin Yi.

Twenty minutes after Mu Xiaoxiao left, the doorbell rang. Qiuqiu, remembering her sister's warnings, cautiously peeked through the peephole. Who could it be at this hour? She wasn't expecting a delivery.

Could it be—

Just as her imagination began to run wild with thoughts of sinister intruders, the voice outside spoke politely,

"Miss, I was sent by your Sister Yi to deliver something."

Sister Yi?!!

Qiuqiu peeked again. The man wore a pristine suit, and his polished leather shoes gleamed. Judging by his attire, Qiuqiu figured that his outfit alone was worth more than their entire apartment. Deciding he wasn't a threat, she opened the door.

She had expected snacks or something simple, but the scene that greeted her left her dumbfounded.

Several people had arrived to deliver things.

A dignified man in a butler's uniform smiled politely. One of the assistants beside him carried a suitcase.

"Here are some seasonal clothes for you." He opened the suitcase to reveal a collection of vibrant, youthful outfits.

Qiuqiu: ...

These were the kinds of clothes worn by the wealthy students at her school—the kind she couldn't even dream of affording.