The Development Diar Chapter 92 : Chapter 92

Chapter 92 : So Who Exactly Touched You?

You are a fragrant, soft, sweet, adorable little cake. Therefore, you can only be touched by another fragrant, soft, sweet, adorable little cake.

At the very least, a big cake would also be acceptable. Judging by what Baifuli knew of Vivian, the more she lacked sothing, the more she desired it—for example, an ample bosom.

Baifuli did not object to her sister having soone she favored. As long as that person t the above conditions, it was quite simple, was it not?

Otherwise, they could simply join forces and raid the offender’s house. It was not as though it could not be done.

“Have you had enough? Get up!”

“But you still have not answered the question. So is it a young master or a young lady?” Baifuli deliberately lowered her head, letting her hair brush against Vivian’s nose.

“Now, now… for soone who can make my haughty little princess allow marks to be left on her body, that person must possess so extraordinary qualities, must they not?”

“Why should I tell you?!”

The mont those words left her mouth, silence fell between them.

Baifuli’s lips curled into a aningful smile, while Vivian belatedly realized that she had just exposed herself.

“No… I…”

The answer was already clear.

Knowing she could not conceal it, her face flushed red, and her gaze drifted restlessly. Vivian simply chose to lie flat and give up. Silence was the best equipnt—at least it allowed her to defend, even if she could not attack.

“Has anyone ever told you that you are terrible at lying?” Baifuli put away her teasing tone and grew noticeably more serious. “We are sisters, after all. When we were little, even if you secretly ate Mother’s dessert, you would run to tell . Although that was usually because you wanted to drag

down with you…”

“But now, you will not even speak to

about sothing this important?”

She paused. “Why? Is it because you hate that I left back then, so you think I no longer deserve your trust?”

“Trust? You are talking about trust to

now? Do you even have the right to bring that up?” Vivian let out a scornful laugh.

“Baifuli, to put it simply, my opinion of you is that I super, super, super hate you!”

Important things must be said three tis. Unable to suppress the resentnt rising from deep within, Vivian added in a low voice, “Back then, you left without even looking back and threw

here alone. I finally got used to my current life—so why did you co back?”

The more she spoke, the more agitated she beca. “If you cannot keep your promises, then do not use your worthless assurances to brush

off. Now you co back pretending to care and asking why I will not talk? Do you not find that ridiculous?”

Tears began to gather in her eyes, but she bit down hard, refusing to let them fall. She rely stared at Baifuli with reddened eyes.

“Hypocritical liar… you disgust

so much I want to vomit… why did you not just die out there?!”

Those words struck like a barbed needle piercing straight into the heart.

Baifuli instinctively wanted to refute her. Her lips parted slightly, yet no words ca.

She knew Vivian’s words were spoken in anger, but they were also rooted in genuine resentnt. In the end… she herself had caused all of this.

After their mother’s death, they had once promised to stay together forever. Her younger sister’s hopeful illusions, their pinky-swear dreams—only to have them shattered under the foot of the very sister she trusted most.

Born into the Hatherin Family, she was the eldest daughter. She had the responsibility to shoulder the family’s future.

Baifuli might not have been a competent elder sister, but she was certainly a qualified heir. Her years traveling abroad had all been for the continuation of the family.

After a long silence, Baifuli slowly loosened her grip on Vivian’s wrists. Instead, she raised her hand to her sister’s cheek and gently wiped away the crystal tears stubbornly clinging to the corners of her eyes.

“I am sorry, Vivian. Your sister had no choice.”

“Hah? Did you break your brain while you were away, or are you hallucinating? Are you saying this now to make

soften?” Vivian abruptly slapped her hand away.

“Or do you think that just by putting on this helpless expression, I will understand you and throw myself into your arms crying that you have suffered?”

“Keep dreaming! The one who was abandoned was ! The one who had to learn to grow up alone was also !”

With that, she sat up and shoved Baifuli aside, straightening her disheveled skirt. “From the day you left, I no longer had a sister!”

There is no place for you in this family anymore ()

She wanted to leave imdiately, to avoid facing that detestable blood tie. But Eve had not returned yet… with that foolish mind of hers, what if she could not find her?

…

The piano music continued to echo. The guests’ conversations were muffled and distant, creating a world that seed to belong only to the two of them. The gentle rhythm felt like a bridge between repetition and farewell—impossible to untangle, yet equally impossible to sever.

One stood, one sat. Baifuli rely watched quietly, noticing the faint tremble in her sister’s shoulders and the hesitation in her steps.

Then she rose as well, gesturing to Mia at her side. She took the handkerchief Mia produced and approached Vivian.

“Do not co closer. I do not want to talk to you!”

“Alright, alright, I will not talk. Your sister is only wiping your tears.”

Vivian instinctively turned her face away. Yet when she felt the handkerchief touch her skin, she stilled, still pouting stubbornly as she muttered, “I told you I do not have a sister… and I am not crying!”

“Yes, yes, you are not crying,” Baifuli replied with a smile, not stopping her movents.

She then held Vivian’s shoulders and slowly guided her back onto the sofa. Dealing with this younger sister, who never ant what she said, required patience. One could not rush.

Hm?

Suddenly, Baifuli felt as though ants were crawling across her body. For so reason, she instinctively looked upstairs.

And what did she see? It was none other than Langdon, that fellow who had been secretly feasting on fine delicacies. He was standing behind the railing, grinning foolishly.

When he realized he had been spotted, his smile froze. He imdiately pressed his palms together before his face and gave a small bow, then dragged the bewildered old butler away and fled.

Only then did Baifuli withdraw her gaze with satisfaction and continue coaxing her sister. The invisible [Affection Level] progress bar could be said to have hit rock bottom.

Even a certain maid already had more than half of it ()

The handkerchief moved gently across the tender face. The rims of Vivian’s eyes were red, and no matter how much Baifuli wiped, the tears kept forming. It made her heart ache unbearably.

“Do not cry. I do not ask you to forgive

now, but do not cry your face out of shape. It will not look good later.”

“I am not unattractive!” Vivian retorted stubbornly.

With her head lowered, she rubbed the hem of her skirt and murmured resentful complaints—things like “I hate you,” “big liar,” “bad person.” None of it carried much force; if anything, it was rather adorable.

After hesitating for a mont, she cautiously glanced up. The instant she saw Baifuli’s smiling face, she quickly withdrew her gaze again. Only after a long pause did she voice the question she had wanted to ask all along but had been too embarrassed to say.

“Why… did you suddenly co back…”

Baifuli snapped her fingers. “Why else? Of course it is because I missed my dear little sister. If I had known she missed

just as much, I would have returned even earlier.”

“Who said I missed you! And do not call

little sister!”