He looked at her face, and the emotions he had been suppressing suddenly seed uncontrollable, and he started to shed tears dazedly.
Teardrops, as big as beans, fell into her hand. Qin Miaomiao only felt a little ache in her heart and liver, reaching out to embrace him, gently patting his shoulder, comforting him:
"There, there, I’m here as your sister now. From now on, I’m your real sister. No one can bully you. Your enemies are my enemies."
Ou Beichen buried his head deep into her shoulder, holding her tightly. This soft body in his arms beca his strongest support.
It was as if all his grievances were vented, making her shoulder soaking wet with tears.
When he ca to his senses, he resud his previous cold deanor, though his eyes looked a bit red.
"I will kill Ouyang Yan."
"Mm, I believe you."
"I can’t find my brother’s body."
"Then let Ouyang Yan’s blood be the sacrifice."
Ou Beichen looked at her, with an almost yearning emotion in his eyes, as if she was his last support, and he said word by word:
"Sister, you are my only family now."
Qin Miaomiao nodded heavily: "Yes, I will always be here."
"Don’t abandon ."
"I won’t, unless I die."
Only then did Ou Beichen’s complexion improve a bit, and he said in a deep voice:
"Master said to hand over the Su Family’s thirteen hidden guards to ."
"You need to strengthen your forces. This ti, the explosion at Liyuan indicates there was certainly a problem with the defense system, and there might even be an internal mole. Investigate this thoroughly, as there are definitely so anomalies among those in the Su Family."
"Understood."
She stroked his head, her eyes softening a bit more:
"Xiao Chen, you must beco strong. I am waiting for you to kill that bastard Ouyang Yan."
"Okay!"
Looking at his youthful, yet obviously gradually determined face, Qin Miaomiao let out a sigh of relief. At least, he was still listening to her, which made things sowhat easier.
Xiao Chen left, and she finally found so peace on her side.
Not long after, Little seventh ca in with a bowl of dicine.
"Chinese dicine? More Chinese dicine? Can’t I not drink it?"
Little seventh coaxed her:
"Young Madam, this is a prescription from Master Wu Jing. It’s much better than those Western dicines and ensures your wound will heal quickly."
Ha ha, she didn’t believe it at all!
Chinese dicine tastes awful.
She said with a bitter face: "Little seventh, I just finished drinking chicken soup earlier. Won’t it clash?"
"No, it won’t."
"Chinese dicine is too bitter."
"I’ve prepared rock sugar and milk, you can have them after drinking the dicine."
"..."
Not feeling comforted at all!
"Ask Lu Qing when we are going back to the country. My film is about to be broadcast, and I want to be there for the premiere."
"Young Madam, your body cannot withstand high pressure at this mont."
Qin Miaomiao rolled her eyes: "Little seventh, I feel like you’re becoming less and less cute."
Little seventh said rather helplessly: "Young Madam, due to this incident, Young Master Lu has already scolded us for being incompetent. If this continues, I reckon we’ll be out of a job."
"If you’re unemployed, can’t you still beco an Imperial Chef?"
Little seventh grumbled indignantly: "What Imperial Chef! Being a bodyguard is my true calling! I need to shine on the path of being a bodyguard!"
Qin Miaomiao muttered: "But you actually have more talent in cooking."
"Young Madam, even if you say so, it doesn’t change the fact that you still have to drink the Chinese dicine."
"Shit!"
"Young Madam, tonight you’ll continue to drink soup, pork leg soup, and still without salt."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"Little seventh, if I gain ten pounds, I’m going to hold you accountable for it!"
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