Do Not Approach

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Qin Yi ignored her complaints and instructed Liu Wannian to find some cold medicine.

Given Qin Yi's past experiences, the house was always stocked with various medications, regularly checked and updated by Dr. Xu. Liu Wannian found the cold medicine easily. But as he came out holding the medicine, he paused for a moment.

Ah. Two rookies having a squabble.

In the living room, Mu Xiaoxiao lay across the sofa like a spoiled imperial consort, draped in a blanket. She shot a glance at Qin Yi. "Aren't you supposed to be impressive, Yoiung Miss? How come it took you so long to find me? You even went to the hospital and Zhang Qiao's place?"

Now that she had her phone back, Mu Xiaoxiao felt emboldened.

Qin Yi quietly stared at her. If anyone else behaved so boldly in front of her, they'd be finished by now. Raising her hand slightly, Qin Yi's silent expression seemed to ask: Why the tantrum?

Mu Xiaoxiao, still blowing her nose, now felt weak and defeated from the rain. Her hoarse voice sounded soft and pitiful. "What tantrum? I gave you a special performance, but what did you do? You found someone younger and prettier to give me a taste of my own medicine. Who could be happy about that?"

Qin Yi looked at her calmly. ["She's not as beautiful as you."]

"Huh?" That unexpected sweet remark made Mu Xiaoxiao grin uncontrollably. But then, recalling her miserable time in the pouring rain, she couldn't help but grumble, "Unlike you, I don't have a bunch of admirers around me. All I've got are ordinary people."

Qin Yi responded flatly, "Xue Manlan."

Isn't she th supermodel that Mu Xiaoxiao just treat recently?

Mu Xiaoxiao was stumped for a second, then she huffed, raising her voice. "Yeah, that's one. How many do you have? She even calls you 'Sister Qin.'" Pinching her nose, she mimicked in a mocking tone, "'Sister Qin~.'"

Qin Yi remained composed, unfazed by the teasing. She lifted her hand slightly again. ["Do you want to see those two pages Qiuqiu wrote? They're still in the study."]

Mu Xiaoxiao: "..."

"Oh no, my head hurts," Mu Xiaoxiao groaned dramatically, feeling a throbbing pain like needles poking her temples. Her nose was still stuffy.

Liu Wannian, observing that Qin Yi had already outmaneuvered Mu Xiaoxiao in this battle of words, stepped forward and handed Qin Yi the medicine. "Should I call Liu Fang over?"

After Xiao Cui left, a new cook named Liu Fang had joined the household. She was Liu Wannian's cousin—someone he could trust.

Qin Yi waved her hand. These small tasks were things she could handle on her own.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want anyone else in the house, either. If others were around, she'd have to restrain herself and couldn't freely throw tantrums at Qin Yi. Muffled by the blanket, she mumbled, "It's fine. I'm here—what's there to be afraid of?"

Liu Wannian: ...

It's precisely because you're here that it's scary. He had never seen the young miss so flustered over anyone before. How could he not be worried?

After Liu Wannian left, Mu Xiaoxiao slumped even further into the sofa, groaning. "I feel awful."

Qin Yi carefully read the instructions on the medicine packet. Her cautiousness came from being burned by Su Lan's antics before, making her extremely attentive with medications. Once satisfied, she brought two sachets of cold medicine and sat down beside Mu Xiaoxiao.