Miss, you really caught the wrong fish!

"It's okay, Xiao Ling, I'll be back soon."

Liu Qingqing smiled gently, and then headed in the direction Qin Heng had just run.

So far——

Mu Xuanxuan and his daughter were the only ones left in the living room. The already extremely quiet atmosphere became even more heavy at this moment...

Murong Ling finally let out a sigh of relief and said to his daughter behind him.

"Ning'er, come out with me for a moment..."

……

——Outside the house, gusts of cool wind blew past, lifting the man’s hair. In his sight, white and black intertwined, and the scene in the distance became increasingly blurred…

With one hand on the cold iron railing, his voice was steady and helpless.

"Ning'er, you promised me."

The voice was calm yet contained a hint of accusation.

The woman lowered her eyes upon hearing this, the wind and snow blowing her hair. Ning Muxuan stretched out her hand and stroked the white lotus flower in her hair, saying softly:

"Same, the fact that I can come here with you, father, is already my biggest setback."

For a moment, Murong Xuan's peripheral vision slowly focused on his daughter's dark hair - on the extremely eye-catching, beautiful and exquisite white flower headdress.

For a moment, a heart-wrenching pain and depth flashed in the man's eyes, but he quickly hid it carefully so that his daughter would not find out.

Turning around, Murong Xuan gently advised again

"Ning'er, he is your future brother and also your family. How could you——"

"He is not! He can never be now or in the future!!!"

Before Murong Xuan could finish, Ning Muxuan lost control again, and her cold roar instantly interrupted the other party.

The woman's already cold and pretty face was now covered with a layer of gloom again. She bit her red lips, frowned, and her eyes were full of disgust and resentment.

"The offspring of that kind of human is not worthy of being my brother!!! I will never accept him!!!"

"And that Aunt Liu, they are all the same!!! They have nothing to do with me!!!"

Hearing this, Murong Xuan's expression became serious again.

"Ning'er! How long are you going to keep messing around?"

"It's no good for you to dwell on the past! Look at what you've become now!!!"

"Even if you don't do this for me, then at least do it for your mother. If she were still alive, how could she bear to see you like this—"

"Click!"

Just as the two were talking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the door not far away.

A small head slowly popped out, looking at the father and daughter in front of them.

In front of him, Ning Muxuan still did not turn around. Only Murong Xuan in front of him, after discovering the boy behind the door, hurriedly sorted out his emotions and expressions, smiled kindly, and asked in the direction of Xiao Qinheng with a gentle voice.

"Is that you, Xiao Qin? It's very cold outside. You should go back to your room quickly. If you catch a cold, your mother will be very worried. I'll talk to my sister and will be back soon."

The boy nodded obediently, but still walked out of the door.

At this time, Murong Xuan was surprised to find that the child was holding a fluffy quilt in his hand.

Little Qin Heng slowly came in front of the father and daughter. His petite body seemed to be trembling a little, and there seemed to be a little mist on his chubby cheeks and the slightly rosy corners of his eyes.

The boy smiled foolishly, shook his head nonchalantly, and responded to his uncle in front of him:

"No, it's okay. Xiao Qin isn't cold at all."

"But--"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to say anything else, the little boy shifted his gaze to the "sister" beside him.

He sniffed and smiled foolishly.

"But sister, when Xiao Qin touched sister's hand just now, sister's hand was really cold..."

"So, Xiao Qin went to get a quilt for her sister, and she was so warm when she put it on~"

After that, the little boy didn't care about the "sister's" continued indifference, but tiptoed to her back, stood on tiptoes, and slowly put on the quilt that looked very warm...

Then he carefully pulled up the corner of "sister's" clothes.

Like a spoiled child

"Sister, sister, let's go back, okay? It's so cold outside."

"Xiao Qin..."

Murong Xuan was stunned in the spot, looking at the child in front of him who was pretending to be strong, full of heartache. Just as he was about to step forward, he heard that familiar cold voice again -

"open"

……

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Thought 1: You better be in trouble, bitch!!!

Haha, just kidding~

At this time, Qing Nianyi should still be at home.

But it is indeed ironic that some people's precious treasures may be worthless trash in the eyes of others.

Hey--

Here, Xiao Xuanzi still wishes everyone to be lucky enough to meet the person who loves you deeply and is willing to favor you.

When the time comes, don't let each other down easily.

After all, it's not a novel. If you miss it -

I'm afraid it's a lifetime.

201. Tenderness, save it for the most important people

"open"

A cold voice without any emotion came out slowly from the woman's thin lips. To the boy, the words at this moment were more biting than the cold wind and more heartbreaking than ice and snow.

Ning Muxuan slowly turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the little boy who had been standing there in a daze behind her.

Unfortunately, the boy's gentle smile did not make the girl feel the slightest bit of warmth and intimacy. Her pretty face still showed the coldness and annoyance that kept people away.

Ning Muxuan stretched out her bare hand and slapped the boy's weak pull again. Her white lips, with a hint of rose-red blood, slightly opened and said coldly to the boy again

"I'm not your sister, and I never will be."

"You should keep this warmth for your own family—"

After saying that, Ning Muxuan casually pulled off the quilt that the boy had just put on her, and returned it to him without any reluctance.

"Sister, sister..."

The boy held the fluffy cotton in his hand, feeling a little bit of comfort and warmth, but he felt extremely wronged in his heart. He tried hard to hold back his tears, stubbornly not letting them flow, just to avoid showing his weak side in front of his "sister".

"Ning'er, don't go too far!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Xuanxuan's gentle face suddenly became solemn. She hurried forward and hugged little Qin Heng in her arms.

"Xiao Qin is really caring about you and taking care of you as a real family member. As your sister, how can you say such things!"

The man frowned, and the accusation and dissatisfaction in his tone were no longer concealed. He looked at his daughter with disappointment in his eyes.

He never thought that a child like Qin Heng, who was just over ten years old, could be so sensible - even when facing a "sister" whom he had only met once, he could give in step by step, and even take care of the other party's feelings and care about Ning Muxuan's health.

But looking at Ning Muxuan herself——

In Murong Xuan's eyes, she no longer has the tolerance and ability to take responsibility as a "sister".

Even though she couldn't accept the existence of this "younger brother" now, she should at least maintain the most basic etiquette and manners. Instead of saying such harsh words in front of the boy like she did now!!!

……

Facing the reproachful look from her father, Ning Muxuan still had no intention of giving in.

The sharp cold wind blew, lifting the woman's flowing black hair. Ning Muxuan's beautiful and cold face was like the dead silence of an ice lake. Apart from the wind and snow, there was no more ripples...

There was an unspeakable emptiness in those beautiful green eyes. Looking at the harmonious relationship between the "father and son" in front of her, she felt a bit cold, and her disgust and hatred for the boy seemed to deepen again.

Ning Muxuan frowned, opened her red lips slightly, and said coldly again

"Let's stop here today. I have done what I promised my father."

After saying that, Ning Muxuan no longer had any reluctance, and didn't even bother to linger for a second. She walked straight to the exit of the corridor and disappeared in the snow.

"Ning'er..."

Looking at his daughter leaving, the man was exhausted to the extreme. He didn't know how he could change Ning Muxuan who was so persistent...

"Uncle, uncle, did I do something wrong to make my sister hate me..."

The boy's weak voice of self-blame came again in his arms. Looking at the red corners of his eyes, Murong Xuan couldn't help but feel distressed.

The man forced a smile and gently touched the other's head to comfort the boy in his arms.

"How could that be? Xiao Qin is already very well behaved, sensible and well behaved!"

"It's my sister who has a bad temper and is too stubborn. Even my uncle is having a headache. But it's okay. There's still a lot of time -"

"Sister, she will definitely regret it in the future. She will regret not cherishing such a good brother!"

"When the time comes, I'll have my sister apologize to you, Xiao Qin, and you can also ignore my sister and make her anxious. Okay?"

Murong Xuan comforted the boy in a coaxing manner, and little Qin Heng in his arms nodded blankly, somewhat confused.

After all, he was just a ten-year-old child. He had paid so much, but was only treated coldly by his "sister". He felt extremely aggrieved, and finally he couldn't help burying his head in Murong Xuan's arms and cried secretly.

"Don't cry, don't cry, uncle will carry you back..."

The boy's weak and stubborn cries were also crying into his heart.

……

"I'm sorry, Sister Liu. I didn't expect Ning'er to..."

"I'm really sorry. If Sister Liu finds this unacceptable, I can leave—"

"It's okay"

"..."

Liu Qingqing held Qin Heng in her arms, her eyes full of love for her son.

Qin Heng has always been naughty, but today is the first time that Liu Qingqing has seen him being so attentive and obedient to someone.

Unfortunately, the other party did not appreciate it. This silly boy also tasted the feeling of hitting a wall for the first time...

Liu Qingqing stroked her son's head, then smiled faintly and looked at Murong Xuan.

"It's okay, Xiaoxuan. Both you and Ning'er are important family members in our future."

"Xiao Qin and I will do our best to be nice to Ning'er and tolerate her. I believe that one day Ning'er will open her heart and be willing to slowly accept us."

"Sister Liu..."

Hearing the other party's gentle reply, the man's eyes gradually became moist, and he couldn't help but hold the woman's hand, thanking her excitedly.

"Thank you, Sister Liu. I, I really don't know how to thank you. You have always been accommodating to me and tolerating me and my family—"

"me……"

Halfway through the conversation, the man's inner grievances seemed to be relieved by the girl. He was so excited that he even stuttered.

Liu Qingqing also looked at the other person with gentle eyes.

"No, I should thank you for taking care of my son and me over the years. It's all thanks to you, Xiaoling, that Xiao Qin and I can have such a stable life now."

"No! Sister Liu, you are too kind. This is what I should do."

The man shook his head. Facing Liu Qingqing today, he was more certain that his choice a few years ago was extremely correct and lucky.

After that, Liu Qingqing smiled gently again, stretched out her hand, stepped forward to straighten Murong Xuan's sleeves, and said softly in a gentle voice: