Da Ge

Chapter 17
Wei Qian had the audacity to directly call his own mother a “bitch” to her face, showing absolute disregard for the elderly woman. He scoffed coldly, unleashing his razor-sharp wit by saying, “What do you think you are? If you want to leave, then scram on your own. Stop eyeing my sister. Don’t think just because you’re an old hag with not many years left, I wouldn’t dare to send you off early.”SWscpLfdjLkOPheoHUcRxxUqNiiNZL

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He was utterly lacking in manners—a given, considering his life experiences. If he had shown any decorum in such a situation, it would surely mean he was a man out of his time.PGEjFmqAxUbByUEZEuKaCACbuFFQbg

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The old lady, having lived for six or seven decades, had never encountered such a despicable character. Fortunate for her years of hard labor and good health, or she might have fainted on the spot from anger.vCOePnizEqfILWBJojGEiiAVRrnTDV

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Facing such a scoundrel, it’s hard not to stoop to their level. Thus, the old lady resorted to the age-old rural tactic of throwing a tantrum, defiantly saying, “Fine, go ahead, kill me if you can. Even if you kill me, I’ll take my granddaughter away as a ghost. I’d rather live in a chicken coop or pigsty than let her stay with a rogue like you!”UJeVvVQfebrTVIFHuxwZQyvhnHzyng

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Wei Qian looked at her with a chilling malice in his eyes, almost tangible. The young man, nearly developed into an adult’s physique, broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, with scars from fights adding an indescribable fierceness, made the old lady instinctively shrink back.yyfupslTZQxuIzRYfsdjWBeNLVzweJ

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Regaining her composure, she glared back with even greater fortitude, threatening suicide in a final act of defiance, “Go ahead, kill me! If you do, you’ll still be a shameless rogue! What else can you do? I don’t have many years left anyway. Scared of you? Pah!”RKDTvKgNWehdyzTNbqchQGbCLyAMSo

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Before her spit could fully launch, Wei Qian, abandoning all pretense of dignity for once, flipped both Song Laotai and the wooden table over, spilling vinegar soaked with laba garlic all over, its pungent smell filling the air.QXiAsfOWmCWXUYBYymDzmGNHJLGUyd

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Song Laotai, with a loud “Ouch,” sat sprawled on the ground, comically crowned with garlic cloves. Taking a deep breath, she then used her powerful voice, audible from miles away, to cry out from the ground, “Murder! Murder! This rogue is killing…”yWYeEYtJoZsxZjzmQAptZjhCHfhqcK

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Her scream abruptly ceased as Wei Qian grasped Song Laotai’s collar, his veins bulging as he clenched her wrinkled neck.FaIeqcWuAWDXzbJtsfykwZGmDGuwLD

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Song Laotai’s neck, as slender as a chicken’s, was effortlessly encircled by his hand. Her skin, loose and pitiable, was fiercely squeezed as Wei Qian lifted her off the ground.ElUizfztvCXDkGgOmmwKXzAtJYLGzu

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This handsome young man’s eyes were filled with shadows, his expression cold, yet his palm radiated heat. His grip was extraordinarily strong, as if he was determined to strangle this elderly woman to death.YacuJIavAThEhMPasOAXlyMYNgovWL

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Song Laotai struggled in vain, flailing like a fish out of water, futilely scratching Wei Qian’s arm with her protruding nails as her face quickly turned a shade of bluish-purple.YDdUtqgXRPPKNhXsnjKYklWsdqNFhZ

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Wei Qian felt as if he was close to crushing her organs and spine—after dropping out of school, he led a lawless life, easily crossing the mental barrier of murder. At that moment, Wei Qian genuinely wanted to strangle her to death.dMLjbWHwIJAUKQEALLtWTuYVmfwIba

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As Song Laotai’s tongue protruded and her eyes rolled back, a girl’s scream suddenly echoed from behind Wei Qian: “Brother!”lTYvSuQATxMvfrggcEEZvdWsYfiSNK

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The door to the small house had somehow opened, with Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan standing there. Wei Zhiyuan’s face was solemn, and Song Xiaobao’s shrill voice pierced Wei Qian’s heart like a sword. This gently nudged a thought in Wei Qian’s mind.KEUXcaokNxaoywXBTzKLItXSrSWtgg

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He finally realized he was about to commit murder, right in his own home, and instantly let go in horror. Song Laotai, unable to stand, slid down the wall to the ground, gasping for air.PSJCivbksfiPQhWHulpvcDtnUsJhqZ

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Wei Qian blocked Song Xiaobao with one hand and knelt down to thump Song Laotai’s chest several times, pressing her philtrum vigorously as he had seen on TV.mfDqwEFPWeBsGoPzhuuwGDrmsEHdie

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After a while, Song Laotai gasped for air, coughing thunderously before rolling her eyes back and speaking in a hoarse voice, yet her fighting spirit shone brightly.jJWiIdRRlVTeFwmjfyWUAuYItAkpSD

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Ignoring her recent brush with death, her first words were a fierce accusation pointed at Wei Qian: “You damned beast, son of a bitch!”JEolQqnOPvjSuukMqyhOdzkuKSjWau

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Before Wei Qian could react, Song Xiaobao threw himself into Song Laotai’s arms: “Grandma!”EZVgRtGcnupvclEneOvVqoDpfXhCyO

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Reflecting on her miserable fate—a widow who had traveled miles to the city to seek refuge with her son, only to learn of her son’s death and then be tormented by a brute—Song Laotai was overwhelmed with grief, and the two of them burst into tears.RJBNZmpQSpHerudOrZDebfvtcSGXZg

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Wei Qian stood aside, his expression numb, feeling helpless. After a while, he sighed, tentatively reached out to stroke Song Xiaobao’s hair, but was fiercely slapped away by Song Laotai.VOjdPuVWYotGuKGvBHJldLYmYxoyUk

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This old lady was incredibly peculiar; amidst the wailing and howling, she didn’t miss a beat to curse someone.xvJsvZfVDZghuvHVvjOepEWDHDrSmA

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“Don’t touch my granddaughter, you damn hooligan, murderer! Sooner or later, you’ll be executed! You’ll have a terrible end!”MNxjVXfDawXpFCMqDenEzSovwHgtyU

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For a moment, Wei Qian actually thought she was right.znUfKKsCvgCnKrKwpsudiCaPIDRJHw

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He snapped out of the immense shock, sorrow, and rage, suddenly feeling utterly disheartened.yGJhrdMBKmoVyizXgiXQhVoIwOhNTh

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Song Laotai packed a simple bag and, in front of him, took Xiaobao away. Wei Qian leaned against the wall, watching silently, without intervening or even making a sound.QfuarvLIWTNpLoEghQrsmdtCsPsHxO

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Xiaobao’s hand was held by her grandmother, passively following her outside, continuously looking back at her big brother.DTlqVeYspTuEyXjdhxGHgtPGHUvtFf

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His eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared extremely weary, watching her leave all the way.fQvRJFdQKbQNxRgUCvqZznNNZHxNHa

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Xiaobao thought he might say something, but he remained silent. Yet, his gaze was etched into her young, naive heart forever, never to fade.ePVcySVXATEbmnZMRYNXwZRoENVBOM

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The door slammed shut in front of Wei Qian. It took him a while before he slumped to the ground like he had lost all strength, lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and put it in his mouth. He felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, unable to cry or laugh, just wanting to fall asleep deeply, though he knew sleep was likely elusive.mRvnPoRRVPZjxvbAGNjWQuIYeijwnd

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Mazi was gone, and Xiaobao had left… There was no point in sleeping.yXREPAbouBOSBzlBcLnDDIMSAGCaCc

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Wei Zhiyuan silently moved closer, placing an ashtray by Wei Qian’s hand and cautiously leaned towards him.ZJuasrqyQTpRJsaQxyLVQRoIhvGrPG

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Wei Qian glanced at him; Wei Zhiyuan paused his movements, carefully observing if his brother was annoyed. Finding no sign of irritation, he carefully moved closer and eventually wrapped an arm around Wei Qian.UMCeIBRWYlqsRXDqVadtIOyhmiQUbD

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Realizing his brother didn’t resist, he attempted to squeeze into Wei Qian’s embrace, resting his head against him, inhaling the somewhat harsh tobacco scent.IjCeAsOXJmeIiSuZjmLYxCHlFkUBeL

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“…Mazi is gone,” Wei Qian suddenly said.xLFbYijnuqyBLZGTfZdTTRcElukBbb

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Wei Zhiyuan looked up, seeing Wei Qian’s gaze unfocused on the floor, sensing those words weren’t meant for him—Wei Qian never directly referred to Mazi as such to them; he always used “your brother Mazi.”EKXKnkjTJzMoKPvHqxOAmdKuJcpYBO

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Therefore, Wei Zhiyuan wisely remained silent, just listening quietly.mzvqFSWNrZoVbJAUvxDxWBabKouuqB

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Wei Qian held the boy a bit tighter, the warm temperature of the boy providing an indescribable comfort.KvITHRBvLcSnAaxPfCftHuwSgkbGls

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After that sentence, Wei Qian fell silent, unable to express himself anymore.MEHYVTXsHcWrLEyWsKfzuXgBhRFcoA

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Adversity had dulled his senses; he had long lost the ability to truly express his feelings.pBYhSOJUBhGAcCOIyVoOBkgrETwmmA

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By the time Wei Qian had finished all his cigarettes, he remembered Wei Zhiyuan’s visit. The child was already clinging to his arm like a koala, sleeping in his embrace.RGyTSpPmdoPpdgkesYMRXpFaUIQQwc

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Wei Zhiyuan was starting to grow unevenly, with his legs lengthening first, nearing adult size, yet his bones remained delicate. Standing tall yet shrinking into a small bundle.vWXnTKsbIbPcFOZHqjPVJqkemxrtwe

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“He’s growing so slowly,” Wei Qian sighed, looking down at him.VdONvxcXfmmMmzaYcxDcuaYamEhjyv

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Then, he extinguished his cigarette, bent down, and carefully lifted the child onto the bed, turning off the light and lying down as usual.aYAIRRWqJFgdtVoniXsqMyKQfCYarx

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The sudden darkness wielded a powerful force, instantly breaking his forced strength and perceived numbness.staYYubQLsQmBvkUgNgZOmrMpIeApe

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Wei Qian, with dry eyes, thought he was a motherfucking thug, unwanted even by the sister he raised, living a life so hard, utterly worthless.wxLZQMfuEYVGZAzmhxxKbuLKVPGWoY

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“What’s the point of living?qRGsigKkzUHSzMiydwMphSUXkvePhv

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Might as well be dead.”nnxniJUVPPVmxQOZzuDXqVPibKfqcH

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Born in winter, at the end of the twelfth lunar month, his birthday had not yet arrived, meaning he was not yet seventeen.NcvHhRIIickMewiBpanOMonIlkXBTu

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He thought of death before growing old.ETApJAdZRwHzcijWyPGkZoICftNhqI

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Of course, despite such thoughts, Wei Qian did not die.gJIlTWbyXLUbyuJRuSOzUUNhHBkRkK

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Death was not as easy as a fleeting thought or simply deciding to go; even if he didn’t want to live, he dared not die.ZwxrYqZOPlZaoDPjHldNnIUwzDrvfP

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He worried about what would happen to Mazi’s mother afterward.LVVnYIawdGNSpYzKWdxXjcdgwFbvYT

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He also had to collect Mazi’s body, unable to wash away the sins and hardships Mazi endured, the only thing he could do was to manage the remnants of his presence in this world properly, to bury him well.rNPicbqyOtQIsRKuBzzbFyDzLWgMuW

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Bearing too much, he couldn’t afford to die.oWJHrFDzzjxCHRPsLlLMSsvIvagzND

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Wei Qian continued his gloomy, numb life, working as a bouncer at Le Ge’s nightclub, taking Le Ge’s money, hiding his growing hatred silently, only in the dead of night, staring at the ceiling alone, reminding himself that one day he would take Le Xiaodong’s life.WHZKazgagNalBanCEGVMvMCvLInPVL

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Then, he would forcefully gather his spirits to discuss with San Pang what to do about Mazi’s funeral, whether to inform Mazi’s mother, and when to pick her up from the hospital.cAkSfNwACPRlXeFGISbUSyyEVMLNnr

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Only Wei Zhiyuan, home for the winter break, quietly accompanying him, was a living, breathing being.SYfcqVezhoykdWFOmaSauKHIAYHAez

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Only Wei Zhiyuan could make Wei Qian feel a bit of vitality—he was still so young, knew nothing, had a future, and depended entirely on him.QRhqvyTPUylghDFLqzjdNgjHfqeIIU

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Wei Qian nurtured Wei Zhiyuan and also drew slight hopes from the child from a young age. He deeply understood what it meant to “rely on each other for survival.”BECsufVjBLCCjbUBdkVssiLsIRaOfx

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When San Pang visited his house, he initially asked in surprise why Xiao Bao and Song Laotai were not around. After being met with a furious outburst from Wei Qian, he immediately understood and did not bring up the topic again.DcGzeAKUhOBUmaPUuhdmRIFcnXEIQg

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During that period, no one dared to mention Song Xiaobao near Wei Qian.QjjqJetOngdNsUCecwLcMWqUoBgcpx

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The atmosphere at home became significantly gloomier for many days. Wei Qian even began to neglect his meals, prompting San Pang to fear for his life, thinking he might starve himself to death. Thus, San Pang visited his house daily, enduring like a mistreated hourly worker, entertaining the child and cooking meals, ensuring that the television broadcasted comedic shows 24 hours a day.cLyEeKnYQAJiEdaWtWcPbzqqKtgLqt

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Unfortunately, this had a poor effect. The more entertaining the TV shows were, the colder reality seemed.yvhqCuyivnbvgRrSsqheSdOMJcMsUP

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On the television, Mr. Ma Sanli was saying “Just kidding,” while San Pang sat alone in the chair, laughing so hard his flesh quivered. Wei Zhiyuan’s mouth just started to curl up in a smile when he suddenly turned to look at Wei Qian, noticed his brother’s expressionless face, and pressed his small smile back down, adopting a similarly indifferent expression.OsOdkGVurnUHqnVUSyrnVzIuyWJkvh

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These two brothers, one older and one younger, were both listening to the comedy with expressions as if they were attending a funeral, casting a damper on the mood as if cut from the same mold.lAdxdLXnOqCexEGnPbdQzgZnJYBbNj

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San Pang’s laughter grew more isolated, eventually turning into a forced chuckle, leaving him no choice but to close his mouth, as even the funniest jokes lost their flavor.uPSEJFSoYsDtaqeSWnwRwGwEUfcijF

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After a moment of silence, Wei Qian would light a cigarette and stand by the window. He reeked so heavily of smoke that San Pang joked he was turning into a tall, thin chimney.AxIAWBobcxMcJLqjLOKTvlDMbvQScx

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And it was at this moment that Song Xiaobao returned.AkuIVYaTBTSivuIulqLFKCoAelNNcC

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Wei Qian truly believed he would never see Xiaobao again in his life, so when he opened the door and saw her, he was stunned for a full half-minute, unable to react.tLMxqmEqbyTcnFWwoSMsFbKxVDNmdi

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His lack of response was evidenced by a blank expression, leaving Song Xiaobao increasingly nervous. The young girl looked as if she had committed a grave sin, timidly calling out “Brother” with her backpack on, standing alone at the doorway in a repentant posture, her chin touching her chest.PDsXLocmtrotKevgcqWkRLgZDRtpRx

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Wei Qian’s rationality unknowingly began to return. His first action was to glance outside, realizing that the old fool of a woman hadn’t followed. It seemed Song Xiaobao had sneaked back on her own.TdTmnRKSsqhjckswAoCQhEpIAopNFF

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At this, Wei Qian felt an unbridled joy explode within him.FVSYMDDSkBoBNRjnoDFDfVEeeReiXI

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Wei Qian slowly squatted down to Song Xiaobao’s level, extending his hands to support her thin, small shoulders. He asked, “Why did you… cough, come back?”ISZYlCGexMkkSYzyazPLIXFyWUziDR

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Wei Qian tried not to overreact, but still, his voice broke midway. He had to clear his throat, drawing out his words, which made his tone sound almost gentle.maJJgVJptJZssxinoNTVtEseJoVuzY

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Song Xiaobao said, “I missed Big Brother…”zehRKdZnDGPFFaWyBnXiAaUQOHTwlZ

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Wei Qian, in contemplation, bowed his head where she couldn’t see and gently closed his eyes. In that moment, the young girl’s words pulled him out of the mire. He found the pervasive thoughts of not wanting to live miraculously dissipate.uMyXKuaIMmSZnPgNBnCWbbbJldtXPF

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Unsure how to express his tumultuous feelings, he pondered whether to spin Song Xiaobao around in a hug or to weep together. Wei Qian felt he could do neither, so he simply stood up and nonchalantly said, “Oh.”ZPWxjRIVTsegotGAwZvrvHPHjxIaVo

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Apart from this single word, he seemed unable to think of anything else. He opened the door, allowing Song Xiaobao to enter, noticing her hesitation, he remembered to add, “Then, come in.”qjyFWckLuWWyPVAyiBPFWCYPrcqfmt

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Song Xiaobao, aware of her betrayal, was astonished that her elder brother still welcomed her.hvPyEZioVGlrHcjAvzcvpzMaqXapjN

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Trembling, she stepped inside, firstly relieved as if granted amnesty, and then, observing her brother’s indifferent demeanor, she felt an indescribable gratitude. With her naive logic, she was thankful she returned just in time, fearing that had she been later, her brother might have truly decided against having her back.FjGdyXlMjbfQhYNVpNxnSnXUZlPInv

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Approaching Wei Qian, she immediately smelled the strong, pungent scent of smoke on him. Disliking the smell of smoke, she couldn’t help but rub her nose, yet she didn’t dare speak up, fearing her brother might change his mind and not allow her in.LZVVwFMzqDGYjknNIPmIEtlDenoRmW

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Wei Qian noticed this sharp movement.yeGQPmBsmwxkPevHwBBZAeccIXBnpM

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He bent down to fetch a new set of clothes from the cabinet and said to San Pang, “Is there any fried rice left in the pot? Serve her a bowl.”cZjuTFjMwhNDoxqPtCEibAByOoBCIn

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San Pang, observing their interaction with a cold eye, sighed and beckoned Song Xiaobao over, gently touching her hair and glancing at Wei Qian, he casually asked, “Where are you going?”OUzUGSyQeZiNCKJhZEpnApTOTQIQbb

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Wei Qian: “I’m going to take a shower.”LxaSDYkoxYAHINxvKrOieAZbelYNJc

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San Pang: “Why are you showering now when it’s not bedtime? Did you even heat up the water?”fZkTCUMYCgskslBVacPGOoKElAwCJT

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Wei Qian: “No, I’ll use cold water.”eFlnQiTajRFotsJTLORkyqnJLhEkAy

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San Pang: “Taking a cold shower in the dead of winter? Are you sick?”LFudexRvCoxFhdbkmuDUnNYNCqzmsR

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Wei Qian, holding his clothes, pushed him away and quickly shed his previous lethargy, returning to his usual domineering and reckless self: “I do as I please. Why are you clucking like an old hen? Planning to lay an egg?”RBoUOECMuVazaInJVHalByfkVKqetK

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San Pang: “…Yeah, so what?”iazRLmrhldbKVBQDfguWTaPBgboJZy

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Wei Qian glanced at him: “Hold it in, lay it tomorrow.”KUSFIuiJEcaAiCzzjIAQHDJyXMvSTV

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San Pang was speechless…PQMjtXllmiiXwwsjMicMucoAhszFmK

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San Ge realized that with his simple heart and brain as smooth as an egg, he truly couldn’t keep up with the lofty thoughts of Master Wei Qian.qWhJNbRYDxhBbqNfbHQzjWKbREEEjt

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In reality, Wei Qian’s thoughts weren’t that complex; he was just worried that the smell of smoke on his body would bother his sister.jRSJLZCSNtQubcyOJLhkDrmNTEgXMC

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And… he was just momentarily unable to believe, a bit foolish, that’s all.dciUeAUxnVtvOoZqPizaAKLzRVpWUM

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Song Xiaobao was his biological sister, the only remaining connection he had in the world, linked by their shared bloodline. He had taken care of her since she was smaller than his arm, nurturing her until she grew up.IBKwuikfbOfXDFQUpZVNiBymaqhGdf

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The depth of his feelings was something he couldn’t even articulate himself; sometimes, she didn’t seem like his sister, more like his daughter.ySLztHYXCiNFvtNEygSXTqdNquzVVg

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Song Xiaobao was almost the embodiment of his entire childhood and adolescence, and Wei Qian would rather die than part with her.avivcKIuVuQyUZsdOgsXzDpSVmOnqT

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…Even though Song Xiaobao was a treacherous little brat.zpdiCQTRIBveGGaqhuEEVMuDvOasQh

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Wei Qian shivered under the cold water, thinking to himself: How masochistic am I?wrPiHYVqMWOYoZCKDUkLasbILXFsny

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Song Xiaobao tentatively called out to Wei Zhiyuan, “Second brother.”nkIcHZcQOKrMWUsDJkkAUCpdGurfIk

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Wei Zhiyuan found her annoying and didn’t want to engage; on one hand, he felt sympathy for his big brother, and on the other…yIVqXBpTSyszMkGwJghvmTTudIHJTq

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He coldly observed the interaction between his big brother and Song Xiaobao. His brother’s demeanor was subtle and restrained, leading Song Xiaobao to misunderstand. San Pang was clueless, but he, somehow intuitively understanding, grew even more displeased.xvcVovRPMIyuBsOhZFNxhRNQfBmbZT

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Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan realized, as if by instinct, that vying for favor was the correct path in life for him.eUkVeItsLvWHmuixaJgsVMoNUHGucx

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