Do Not Approach

Miss Qin's Revenge
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The fireworks were grand and romantic. Mu Xiaoxiao watched attentively, the shimmering brilliance seemingly blooming in her eyes, filling her heart with emotion.

This might be the most beautiful scene she would ever witness in her life. She never expected that one day, she would meet someone who would cherish her as if she were a child.

While Mu Xiaoxiao gazed at the fireworks, the eldest miss never took her eyes off her. The delicate lines of Mu Xiaoxiao's profile stood out under the light. She tilted her head upward, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a carefree smile, revealing a rare glimpse of vibrant youth, free from burdens.

Qin Yi stared at her intently, then finally, like a tipsy kitten, she slumped into Mu Xiaoxiao's arms.

Now, they truly had to head back.

Mu Xiaoxiao, already well-practiced, smoothly hoisted Miss Qin onto her back and coaxed her gently, "Let's go home."

Leaning on Mu Xiaoxiao's back, Qin Yi nuzzled her, inhaling the familiar scent of lychee, and obediently wrapped her arms around Mu Xiaoxiao's neck.

Zhang Qiao: "..."

She realized it-she was just an extra, a third wheel from start to finish. She didn't belong here, she belonged under the car.

At the last moment, Mu Xiaoxiao glanced back at Zhang Qiao with a hint of mercy. "Hey, why are you standing there in a daze?"

Zhang Qiao was on the verge of tears. Finally, you remember me? What am I supposed to do, just stare while the two of you practically merge into one?

Now she felt guilty? Now she was embarrassed? Trying to make amends at this point?

Mu Xiaoxiao gestured toward Miss Qin's wheelchair with her chin. "Bring me my coat. Put it over your idol."

Zhang Qiao: "..."

Is she just a servant to these two?!

After draping the coat over Miss Qin, Mu Xiaoxiao flashed her a charming smile. But Zhang Qiao wasn't having it-no amount of smiles could mend her broken heart. She crossed her arms, glaring coldly.

Mu Xiaoxiao: "Also, could I trouble you, Teacher Zhang, to push Miss Qin's wheelchair? Be careful-it's expensive."

Zhang Qiao: "..." I swear, Mu Xiaoxiao, you are asking for it!

If it weren't for Miss Qin's vinyl record collection, Zhang Qiao would've cut ties with her right then and there.

With Miss Qin on her back, Mu Xiaoxiao strode out of the building. Zhang Qiao, feeling utterly defeated, checked the room one last time to ensure nothing was left behind before reluctantly following.

She thought the torment would end there, but she had underestimated Mu Xiaoxiao's shamelessness.

Even with Miss Qin on her back, Mu Xiaoxiao hummed "Pigsy Carries His Wife," teasing Qin Yi along the way.

Despite her dazed state, Miss Qin's love for music was deeply ingrained. Recognizing the tune, she weakly lifted her hand to pinch Mu Xiaoxiao's waist-but with no strength, it felt more like playful teasing.

Mu Xiaoxiao laughed, dodging, and teased back, "Don't touch me! I'm ticklish-I might accidentally drop you!"

Miss Qin half-closed her eyes, her gaze hazy and alluring. She raised her hand again.

[You're so annoying.]

Zhang Qiao: "..." Ugh, my teeth hurt from all this sweetness.

It wasn't entirely Mu Xiaoxiao's fault. She knew Miss Qin's personality too well-by morning, Miss Qin would revert to her cold, aloof self and deny everything. How could Mu Xiaoxiao not take this rare opportunity to tease her a bit more?