Chapter 11: Stabbing a Hole in her Heart

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Soon, Qi Zhen came back into the room, carrying a white porcelain bowl of sugar water.

The two poached eggs in the bowl were perfectly round, fully demonstrating her good cooking skills.

Taking the bowl, Qi Mianmian slid a poached egg into the enamel cup she had drunk from previously. After pouring some sugar water into it as well, she handed the porcelain bowl back to Qi Zhen. “I’ll just eat one. The two of you can share the other one.”

Qi Tian hadn’t expected her to do that. She stared at Qi Mianmian in utter surprise.

Qi Zhen was more straightforward. Her eyes widening in disbelief, she asked loudly, “Little Sister, you… I know you’ve been agitated, but surely this is too much of a change?”

In the past, the three sisters were generally on good terms.

However, on the rare occasions where Luo Qingwen gave Qi Mianmian some candy or snacks, Qi Mianmian would always keep the treats to herself.

Even though Qi Tian and Qi Zhen didn’t like Luo Qingwen, and correspondingly disliked anything Luo Qingwen brought, they were still very unhappy with how Qi Mianmian refused to share.

It was one thing for them to refuse to eat the treats, but surely Qi Mianmian could at least offer to share?

Qi Mianmian knew what they were thinking and told them the truth bluntly. “In the past… it wasn’t that I couldn’t bear to share, but Luo Qingwen didn’t allow it. She said that you guys weren’t close to her, and she couldn’t bear to give you any treats. If I shared the treats with you behind her back, she said that it would be like stabbing a hole in her heart.”

Qi Tian sighed. “How is she our biological mother? With the way she acts, anyone would think that she’s our enemy.”

Qi Zhen’s eye twitched. “Hmph. I only hope that she doesn’t make us serve her when she’s old…”

Qi Mianmian: “…”

Her Second Sister really thought too far ahead.

But her words were true.

Luo Qingwen didn’t have any more children after she remarried, so there was a high chance that she would fasten herself on the three of them when she grew old.

The three sisters were thinking the same thing: They must have sinned greatly in their past lives to be born to such a mother.

After happily sharing the poached eggs in sugar water, Qi Tian placed the remaining eight eggs in the drawer of an old cabinet in the room and sat down in front of a sewing machine in the corner of the room. She began to work on a navy blue Chinese tunic suit.

Qi Zhen was knitting at the side, occasionally handing Qi Tian a pair of scissors or a ruler.

Qi Mianmian had not had a chance to come down since she was helped onto the bed.

Upon realizing this, she got off the bed and hopped on one foot to Qi Zhen’s side. First, she glanced at her current face in the small round mirror hung on the wall. After confirming that it was similar to her previous life, just thinner and paler, she asked with a twitch of her lips, “Second Sister, what are you knitting?”

Qi Zhen’s eyes widened again. “Can’t you tell? I’m knitting a sweater. It’s for myself.”

If it were a possibility, Qi Zhen would not choose to knit.

She wanted to sew clothes like Qi Tian, or make matchboxes like Elderly Lady Qi, Zhao Xiulian, and Qi Shan. She wouldn’t even mind helping Qi Tian sew buttons…

Because all this work would enable her to earn money.

But her eyesight was poor. She couldn’t do any of this.

So she was really angry that her father had given up the job at the textile factory to Qi Moli.

Qi Mianmian pretended to bump into Qi Zhen’s wrist unintentionally. She realized that other than her natural short-sightedness, there was nothing wrong with Qi Zhen’s health.

To her, this was a small issue that was easy to treat. She just needed to perform acupuncture a few times.

However, although her character had studied medicine under her grandfather for two years, she had never treated an illness before. Qi Zhen would definitely not dare to let her perform acupuncture on her. It would surely be a better plan for her to secretly treat Qi Zhen when night fell.

No, she couldn’t start tonight either.

If her eyesight suddenly improved, it would scare Qi Zhen.

She should use a medical prescription as a cover.

After taking Qi Zhen’s pulse, Qi Mianmian was about to go back to bed to rest. When she saw the extremely ugly sweater in Qi Zhen’s hands, she finally couldn’t help but say, “Second Sister, your sweater is too small.”

Qi Zhen was not angry at being criticized. Her eyes lit up. “Little Sister, you know how to knit?”