"Oh no, it definitely will."
Le Xiaowei pondered for a long time and decided it would be better to just kill her with a sword.
Life isn’t just about suffering—after suffering comes more suffering.
It was just like how she effortlessly completed the main quest but got stuck on a side mission.
So, Le Xiaowei came up with a bold idea.
This bold idea finally found a place for execution after returning to the villa.
Le Xu and Xie Gantang went to report on the mission, while also escorting Yu Qiu back to her father. As for Tang Yueyue, with her mind control in place, Tang Yueyue would obediently walk to the experimental base. That left Xia Jingli inside, packing up.
With a grave expression, Le Xiaowei hung a hemp rope from the swing and tied a noose.
Yuan Qiaoqiao, standing nearby, watched this bizarre series of actions but didn’t get a chance to speak before Le Xiaowei grabbed the rope, pulled it up to her chin, and tilted her head at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"If you don’t undo your dark mode, I’ll kill myself in front of you."
Yuan Qiaoqiao: "..."
"Big sis, stop messing around. Even a two-year-old wouldn’t fall for this trick." Yuan Qiaoqiao rubbed her face, thoroughly exasperated.
Le Xiaowei glanced at the rope in her hand, feeling utterly humiliated.
"I won’t submit to you. Just undo it already. I won’t listen, I won’t listen!"
When Xia Jingli came out, she saw Le Xiaowei kicking her feet in Yuan Qiaoqiao’s grip, pretending to struggle for her life.
Yuan Qiaoqiao, meanwhile, was trying to hang her on the rope. Even though Le Xiaowei’s feet could touch the ground, she crouched halfway, kicking her legs wildly.
"Murder! Murder!"
Xia Jingli: "..."
She had no idea what was happening, but she was deeply confused.
"Xiaowei, what are you two… so bored you’ve lost your minds?" Xia Jingli wiped her sweat.
Yuan Qiaoqiao kept a cold face, while Le Xiaowei, realizing how ridiculous she looked, decided to hang Yuan Qiaoqiao on the rope instead.
"Why aren’t you struggling?" Le Xiaowei fumed.
Yuan Qiaoqiao glanced at the rope, which was nowhere near her chin. Her feet were firmly planted on the ground—if the rope were any lower, she could’ve sat on it and swung.
"Big sis, what exactly are you trying to do?" Yuan Qiaoqiao’s eyes brimmed with helplessness.
Since when had this person become so mischievous?
What Yuan Qiaoqiao didn’t know was that Le Xiaowei hated being at a disadvantage. Originally, she could’ve left after this mission, but now there was an extra task. Though she didn’t say it out loud, she was pretty annoyed.
If she weren’t afraid that spanking Yuan Qiaoqiao would deepen her dark mode, Le Xiaowei would’ve done it already.
"I’m hungry. I want dumplings."
"Then I’ll go buy some for you," Yuan Qiaoqiao quickly let go of the rope.
"In that case, there’s more. I also want takoyaki, honey-glazed wings, tiramisu, steak, beef jerky, double-layer milk pudding, scallion pancakes, grilled cold noodles, pan-fried tofu, fish-flavored eggplant, boiled meat slices, and a bowl of pumpkin porridge."
Xia Jingli was stunned.
Yuan Qiaoqiao: "..."
Big sis was angry.
But why?
Yuan Qiaoqiao couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, but she steeled herself and went out anyway. Most of these dishes couldn’t be bought, but the snack street could cover most of her demands.
As for the meat dishes… she wouldn’t hold her breath.
Xia Jingli watched Yuan Qiaoqiao leave, then turned to Le Xiaowei.
"Xiaowei, why are you giving Qiaoqiao such a hard time? She’s so sweet." Xia Jingli was utterly baffled.
Outside the base, she hadn’t seen any conflict between them—except when Yuan Qiaoqiao tried to draw her sword, and Le Xiaowei kicked her into the snow.
Killing an ally right at the start—that move had left Xia Jingli speechless.
"She just needs to be disciplined," Le Xiaowei huffed.
Xia Jingli didn’t press further and went back inside.
The fireplace in the villa still had roasted sweet potatoes. Xia Jingli quickly grabbed two and handed them to Le Xiaowei.
"Try these. They should be good. There’s plenty more upstairs."
Now that Xiao Linfeng was dead, Xia Jingli’s heart had lightened considerably.
"These sweet potatoes are great." Le Xiaowei took one, then looked up at Xia Jingli. After hesitating, she finally spoke. "Jingli, if Yu Qiu ends up with my brother… would you feel any…"
Resentment.
She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
"Huh?" Xia Jingli froze.
She actually knew about this. Yu Qiu’s father held Le Xu in high regard, and Yu Qiu had complained to her before—she really didn’t like a guy who blasted cold air in both winter and summer.
But Xia Jingli knew Le Xu hadn’t always been like this.
"I might… leave," Xia Jingli murmured, lowering her eyes.
Le Xiaowei studied her. "If they really get together, they wouldn’t live here anyway."
Xia Jingli paused, then chuckled softly.
"Alright, I get what you mean. I won’t leave."
Only then did Le Xiaowei feel better. After all, the original owner had always treated Xia Jingli like a sister.
Xia Jingli was gentle, understanding, and great at managing the household—it was easy to see why such a character would be popular with readers.
Suddenly, Le Xiaowei had a brilliant idea.
She told Xia Jingli, who hesitated but eventually agreed.
By the time Yuan Qiaoqiao returned, Le Xu and the others were already at the door.
The moment he stepped inside, Le Xu saw Xia Jingli sitting on the sofa, fidgeting nervously. After a long pause, she stood up.
"Brother." Xia Jingli’s voice was heavy with emotion.
That one word left Le Xu completely stunned.
He’d only been out handling some business—how had he come back to an extra sister?
And his childhood friend, no less?
Xie Gantang was equally dumbfounded.
What… what was this? He knew Xia Jingli was originally Le Xu’s love interest. Was this the legendary "may all lovers become siblings"?
Xia Jingli handed Le Xu a teacup.
Dazed, Le Xu took it, his neck stiff as he slowly turned his head.
Crack, crack—
It sounded like his bones were breaking.
"Xiaowei, what’s going on?" Le Xu stared at his sister. This had to be her doing.
"I think it’s great for Jingli to be your sister. Unless… you don’t want to?" Le Xiaowei tapped her chin.
Le Xu: "..."
"You’re serious?" He glanced at Xia Jingli, still feeling awkward.
But he had always treated her like a little sister.
"Of course!" Le Xiaowei grinned.
Before she could finish, Yuan Qiaoqiao walked over with a plate of dumplings and handed it to Le Xu.
Le Xu was baffled. He looked at the dumplings, then at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"You want to be my sister too?" He forced a smile.
But Xia Jingli had served tea—what was the meaning of this dumpling offering?
"No, I want to be… Xiaowei’s husband."
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