The True Heiress And The Fake Heiress Ended Up Together - Chapter 12

“Are you calm now?”

Qin Hang covered his face, looking at Jian Ying’an in confusion.

The living room was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned, especially the servants, who hesitated over whether they should step forward. They felt something was wrong, yet at the same time, it seemed perfectly reasonable.

Jian Ying’an was about the same height as Qin Hang.

Girls usually grow faster than boys in childhood, but Jian Ying’an’s poor nutrition had left her the same height as Qin Hang. A six-year-old child’s voice is undeniably young, but her tone was like that of an adult—calm and laced with a challenging question.

It made people’s hearts tremble with uncontrollable fear.

This was the lingering effect of doing something wrong, and Qin Hang still hadn’t fully recovered.

Not receiving an answer, Jian Ying’an slapped him again, repeating her question: “Are you calm now?”

Only when the pain registered on his nerve endings did Qin Hang react. He clenched his fists indignantly, his eyes spitting fire: “You hit me!”

He glared at the group of servants who dared not approach: “Why aren’t you stopping her!”

He couldn’t stay in this house anymore!

His sister ignored him, and the servants wouldn’t help him!

Qin Hang was so wronged he felt like running away from home.

“It seems you are not calm enough.” Jian Ying’an let out a sigh, and her hand rose again. This time, Qin Hang was smarter and dodged behind her in a few quick steps.

Seeing that Jian Ying’an’s hand hadn’t lowered, he panicked.

“Hurry up and stop her!”

He was going to be beaten to death!

The servants exchanged nervous glances. Under the little young master’s pressure, they reluctantly stepped forward: “How about… no more hitting?”

Jian Ying’an glanced at them dismissively: “How is me hitting him any of your business?”

Right! What did a sister hitting her brother have to do with them!

Seeing the servants trying to retreat again, Qin Hang was furious. He stomped his foot hard and began to throw a tantrum: “You stole my sister! I don’t like you! Go back! Go back to your maid’s house!”

The words that blurted out of Qin Hang’s mouth immediately frightened the servants. They were horrified and wanted to cover his mouth.

How could he say that! If the housekeeper found out, everyone present would be fired! However, what no one expected was that the first person to react was not Jian Ying’an, but Qin Mianmian.

Qin Mianmian hugged her rabbit and shouted loudly: “I don’t like you either!”

Qin Hang was a little disbelieving.

His eyes reddened: “Sister, do even you not like me anymore?”

Tears welled up in Qin Mianmian’s eyes and were about to fall. She pursed her lips: “I don’t like you! You’re being naughty, and Mommy won’t like you either!”

“Sister is very nice, you can’t treat her like that!”

“You can’t be as naughty as Little Aunt. Why are you trying to drive Sister away?”

As Qin Mianmian spoke, her tears flowed relentlessly, causing those present to fumble in distress.

Before anyone could react, Jian Ying’an stepped up and embraced Qin Mianmian, soothing her softly: “Don’t cry, don’t cry. Didn’t I hit him back?”

She couldn’t stand seeing Mianmian cry the most.

Jian Ying’an felt as if a knife had been twisted in her heart. She had been reborn specifically to protect Mianmian and prevent her from crying again. How could such a small matter make Mianmian cry?

She hadn’t taken it to heart, but Mianmian was crying for her sense of injustice… Jian Ying’an: “Please stop crying, okay?”

Qin Mianmian clutched the fabric over Jian Ying’an’s chest, letting her tears soak it. She whimpered and sobbed.

“This is your home, too!”

Qin Mianmian couldn’t understand why they didn’t welcome Jian Ying’an.

She felt incredibly wronged—wronged on Jian Ying’an’s behalf. Constantly hearing them talk about driving Jian Ying’an away was more painful than being abandoned herself. Qin Mianmian hid in Jian Ying’an’s arms, making the feeble, weak cries of a kitten, which was heart-wrenching.

Jian Ying’an held Qin Mianmian tightly.

She unconsciously clenched her fingertips, a feeling she couldn’t quite name rising in her heart.

This had never been her home.

But Qin Mianmian always wanted her to be a part of this family.

She was still young and didn’t understand the complexities of rights and wrongs. She just wanted all the people she liked to stay with her, unwilling to lose anyone.

This included Jian Ying’an, and also the Qin family who had looked after her for six years.

Jian Ying’an felt a surge of displeasure. Taking advantage of the fact that Qin Mianmian couldn’t see her expression right now, she glared fiercely at Qin Hang, causing him to instinctively shiver.

Both sides of his cheeks were still stinging, and most importantly, his sister was crying.

Qin Hang wanted to step forward but was afraid of Jian Ying’an: “I won’t tell her to leave anymore!”

He couldn’t really drive her away anyway; he was just throwing a tantrum.

Qin Hang craned his neck: “I was wrong!”

Qin Mianmian poked her head out from Jian Ying’an’s embrace: “Then will you call her sister?”

Impossible!

Qin Hang stubbornly refused this point. There was no way he would call Jian Ying’an ‘sister.’ His only sister was Qin Mianmian!

A rush of messy sounds came from the door.

Mrs. Qin was back. She was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, exposing her slender neck, with a small cardigan draped over her shoulders, and a handbag in her hand.

Beside her were a few flustered servants, terrified that she would see the commotion in the living room. All the expression on Qin Hang’s face was completely wiped away; his face was pale, showing even more fear than before.

Mrs. Qin instantly spotted the red handprint on Qin Hang’s face.

Qin Hang tried to cover his face to hide it, pretending nothing had happened. Mrs. Qin then looked at Qin Mianmian’s damp tear marks and Jian Ying’an, who was holding and comforting her.

She lifted an eyelid: “Did you finish your shopping?”

Jian Ying’an raised her head, recalling the seven-figure sum spent: “Thank you, Mrs. Qin. I’m done.”

Mrs. Qin didn’t say anything more. She walked over to Qin Hang.

Her tone was unhurried: “Why is your face red?”

Qin Hang: “It’s… it’s hot.”

The servants were even more nervous than Qin Hang, but the one who did the hitting—Jian Ying’an—watched helplessly as Qin Mianmian nodded off, bobbing her head with each nod.

Children get drowsy after crying. There was nothing she could do about her.

She calmly picked up Qin Mianmian and said composedly, “Mianmian is asleep. I’ll take her back to her room.”

Mrs. Qin nodded.

Qin Hang tried to follow Jian Ying’an upstairs but was called back by Mrs. Qin.

He gripped the floor with his toes and slowly shuffled over.

The second floor of the Qin house was no less strenuous than the third floor of the school. Jian Ying’an held Qin Mianmian the whole way, carrying her back to her room.

She placed Qin Mianmian on the bed and carefully tucked her in.

Watching Qin Mianmian fall into a deep sleep, Jian Ying’an thought about a certain problem for the first time.

How was she going to take Mianmian out of the Qin family in the future?

The matter was not as easy as she had imagined. It wasn’t just about earning money and then taking Qin Mianmian away for the two of them to start a new life far from the Qin family. To Qin Mianmian, the Qin couple were the parents who had cared for her for six years, and Qin Hang was the clingy brother who had pestered her since childhood.

Jian Ying’an only knew that Qin Mianmian liked her, but did she like her enough to be willing to give up the Qin family for her?

She hated the Qin family.

She hated every corner of the Qin house. The air she breathed while sleeping in a room there made her feel sick even in her dreams.

Jian Ying’an remained silent, pondering this question. She intended to leave but was held back by Qin Mianmian.

She took a step forward but didn’t pull her hand away, making Jian Ying’an think Qin Mianmian had woken up. She looked back and saw that Mianmian was still fast asleep, but her grip on Jian Ying’an’s hand was very strong.

Helplessly, Jian Ying’an had no choice but to sit back down.

For an adult, sitting up all night would be no big deal.

But Jian Ying’an was also only six years old now. After sitting for a while, she decisively chose to climb into bed, took off her shoes, and slept next to Qin Mianmian.

Qin Mianmian instinctively snuggled closer.

Downstairs, Mrs. Qin was sitting on the sofa. Qin Hang saw the displeasure on her face and called out softly, “Mommy.”

He didn’t complain; he had promised his sister not to drive Jian Ying’an away.

Even though he hated it immensely in his heart, Qin Hang just wouldn’t say anything.