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04 "Bro Ye, want to play a round?" Xiao Di called out, spotting Bro Ye grinning nonstop as he watched something on his phone. Curious, Xiao Di leaned over. "Bro Ye, what kind of funny video are you watching? It must be hilarious if even the cold-as-ice Bro Ye is flashing those pearly whites!" Zai Ye quickly wiped the smile off his face and covered his phone. "Nothing, just a video from my family." No way was he going to show anyone that rare video of Vice President…- 21.7 K • Completed
- 05 Zhang Qinghe didn’t entirely believe what Zai Ye had said, but after their conversation, she did find herself a little less afraid of the little ghost girl—Qian. Aside from being invisible to everyone else, Qian wasn’t all that different from a normal little girl. She needed to bathe, change clothes, eat, sleep, and play every day. Ever since they sat together the day before, eating roasted corn and sweet potatoes, Qian seemed to have decided by default that they were now one big happy…
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- 06 Zhang Qinghe stood frozen at the doorway like a statue. Zai Ye could understand how she felt and remained silent as well. Only Qian was blissfully unaware of how cruel she had been to her young and inexperienced mother. Just like every year, after delivering the flowers, she felt she deserved a reward. Smelling the aroma wafting from inside, she jumped up and clung to Zhang Qinghe’s leg. “Mom’s making Zhajiangmian! I want some too!” Zhang Qinghe had a special talent—her Zhajiangmian…
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- 07 The tulips she received on Mother’s Day sat in a vase with fresh water changed daily. It took quite a few days before they finally began to wilt. Though receiving flowers on Mother’s Day was a path Zhang Qinghe had never imagined, it was, in fact, the first time in her life she had ever received flowers as a gift. Every night when she came home, her eyes would inevitably drift toward those soft pink tulips. They were her favorite flower—because back when her parents were still alive, there…
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- 08 "Just having dinner," Zhang Qinghe replied, but her eyes suddenly caught sight of Zai Ye and Qian's shoes at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. Could Qian's shoes be seen? Even if Qian's shoes were hidden, there was no way to explain away Zai Ye's. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed her brother's suitcase, using it as a shield to discreetly nudge Zai Ye's shoes backward, kicking them under the shoe cabinet. "You must be tired, let me carry…
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- 09 Zhang Qinghe stepped off the volleyball court after a round of play and sat down at the edge of the field to rest. As always during PE class, the moment she sat down, Qian came running over and snuggled up next to her. She didn’t have any other reason—she just wanted her mom to take her to the snack shop for ice cream. Because her dad wouldn’t let her have too much and refused to buy it for her. Zai Ye, who’d been playing basketball, glanced over a few times, then crossed the field…
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- 10 Zai Ye’s plan to burden young Vice President Zhang with the task of giving their daughter a happy childhood was completely foiled. The angry little girl let out a huff and charged straight at his waist. Zai Ye gasped, and Qian let out a loud wail. Zhang Qinghe, holding her water glass, quietly stepped aside to give them space to hash it out. The father and daughter had gotten into a spat—one wanted to study, the other didn’t, and neither was willing to back down. One of them, full of…
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- 11 Zhang Qinghe couldn’t hide the shock on her face. She turned around in disbelief—her brother’s gaze was fixed on Qian. He could see Qian! What was going on? Zhang Qinghe distinctly remembered Zai Ye saying that only the two of them could see Qian. Last time, her brother definitely hadn’t been able to see her. Zhang Xihuan was just as confused. He knew his sister had been secretly seeing some boy, and he figured she’d gone out today to meet him. The bouquet of tulips in her hand…
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