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December 12th, clear weather, bitterly cold winds.

A week after Wang Zijing left, Qin Ze had spent a week alone in the big house at Dijin Royal Garden. His sister had moved back home. She had originally planned to hole up in that small apartment by herself, but news of Qin Baobao's concert interruption had spread across the internet. The official explanation was a sudden health issue requiring emergency treatment.

Qin's mother and the old man had seen the news and been terrified. Maggot Bao Bao was the Qin family's precious darling, the apple of her parents' eyes. How could they possibly let this slide? Qin's mother said she wanted to come live with her and take care of her meals and daily needs.

Of course that wouldn't work. Qin Baobao had no way to explain why she had moved back into the small apartment. She said she was fine, perfectly healthy, but her parents wouldn't believe her. They insisted on keeping an eye on their daughter themselves before they could relax.

With no other choice, Qin Baobao moved out of the small apartment and back home, returning to the pampered life of a spoiled young lady who only had to hold out her hands for clothes and open her mouth for food.

She still went to work as usual. Qin Ze had initially gone to Tianfang once and tried to coax her, but his sister had kept a straight face the entire time. She neither spoke to him nor looked at him, as though the person beside her was no longer the little brother she hugged and kissed, but a stinking, disgusting salted fish.

He still didn't know what kind of state of mind his sister was in. If she was a volcano suppressing its rage, ready to erupt