Super Sweet, 100% Honeymoon Chapter 421: Not a Direct Relative

"You still dare to negotiate with ?"

"Hmph, if you don’t talk, then I won’t talk either." Qianmo crossed her arms proudly, tilting her petite chin upward.

Xiyan felt utterly speechless. When Qianmo ca to "talk" to earlier, her personality wasn’t this "soft and adorable" at all.

Was I interacting with a fake Qianmo earlier...?

Ou Jue’s features tightened. "If you don’t want to lose my temper with you, apologize now. This is the last ti I’m saying it."

"Enough, enough, the misunderstanding is already cleared up anyway," Xiyan finally spoke.

Qianmo glanced at Ou Jue, pouting slightly but still walking forward. She gave a small bow to Xiyan. "I’m sorry about what I said to you earlier. I didn’t an it."

Uh... Xiyan replied politely, "It’s fine."

"Alright, I’ve apologized now, okay?" Qianmo shot a glance at Ou Jue, blinking her eyes cutely.

Then she plopped herself onto the sofa. "I’m exhausted! Brother Ou Jue, go wash so cherries for !"

"What, don’t you have hands of your own?"

"I don’t feel like moving~" Qianmo truly mastered the art of being coquettish, the type of girl who knew how to play the part well. "Every day, I take care of Auntie at the hospital. If not credit, I at least deserve so sympathy, right? Hoo hoo, I’m so pitiful."

"Shut it—you’re noisy as hell." Ou Jue frowned but still stood up, his gaze landing on Xiyan instead. "Wait here, I’ll go get it."

After all, once he brought them back, he’d be able to feed his little fool personally.

The cherries were legitimately sweet.

The living room suddenly only had Xiyan and Qianmo in it.

The air grew slightly tense.

Xiyan pondered for a mont before saying, "You’ve been taking care of Aunt Ou all these days? It must’ve been tough."

Qianmo dropped her earlier naive and soft deanor, reverting to the persona from the first eting with Xiyan.

She didn’t respond to Xiyan’s remark, rely casting a side glance with her srizing eyes, her tone impassive. "You and Ou Jue have made up?"

Uh... Huh?

Xiyan was thoroughly baffled.

Is this person secretly harboring a dual personality or sothing?

Wasn’t she just acting like a soft sweetheart earlier?

Xiyan shrugged. "Yes, we’ve made up."

Qianmo’s tone turned slightly chilly. "I’ll be honest with you—I don’t like you at all. You’re absolutely unworthy of him."

Xiyan: ??????

"I don’t need your approval, thank you."

Qianmo leaned back on the sofa, crossing her arms. "Sumr, can’t you have so self-awareness? You’re nothing but a second-tier actress who just got exposed for her mom being a mistress, with daddy’s identity still a rumor fest. Tell —where exactly do you get the audacity to cling to Ou Jue like that?"

... This chick was seriously annoying as hell.

Xiyan stared blankly at Qianmo, her expression void of emotion. "As his cousin, don’t you think you’re ddling too much?"

"My apologies." Qianmo poured herself a cup of hot water, her tone laced with implication. "I’m not actually related to Ou Jue by blood—not direct family."

Xiyan was visibly stunned.

At this point, Ou Jue reentered, holding a bowl of cherries.

"Xiyan, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier. Please, have so water," Qianmo said sweetly, offering a cup of water to Xiyan.

But before Xiyan could reach for it, Qianmo suddenly spilled the water onto her own hand.

Qianmo let out a shriek. "Ah..." She clutched her hand, jumping up with teary eyes, her voice trembling. "Xiyan, you still refuse to forgive , don’t you?"

Her hand was entirely red.

Ou Jue’s face darkened as he hurriedly stepped forward—