My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

When the glass door of the amusement park's customer service center was pushed open, Jiang Mingchuan was standing in front of the service counter, one hand supporting himself on the counter, the other holding his phone and repeatedly dialing the same number, his brow furrowed deeply.

Shen Ruoyun sat on the chair next to her, her exquisitely made-up face bearing two tear tracks she hadn't had time to wipe away.

Hearing the door open, the two of them looked up at the same time. When they saw the dirty little figure in Su Qing's arms, Shen Ruoyun almost staggered over.

"Xiao Yi!" Shen Ruoyun hugged her daughter tightly, touching her from her hair to her shoulders and then from her shoulders to her knees. Her fingers trembled when she touched the abrasion on her knee.

Jiang Mingchuan followed closely behind, bent down to examine his daughter's face closely, and confirmed that apart from minor abrasions on her knees and tear stains on her face, there were no more serious injuries. Only then did his tense shoulders relax a little.

Jiang Yi cried in her mother's arms for a long time before she was finally able to speak in complete sentences. She tugged at Shen Ruoyun's sleeve, pointed at Su Qing, and said in a tearful voice, "It was Sister Su who saved me. Those bad guys cornered me in the alley, and Sister Su chased them away and even slapped their faces until they were swollen."

Her eyes and the tip of her nose were still red when she said this, but her tone carried the unadorned worship unique to a child who had survived a catastrophe.

Jiang Mingchuan straightened up.

He turned to Su Qing, a man who had never shown any fear in the business world, whose lips moved several times before he could utter a complete sentence.

He said he apologized for what his daughter had said at school and thanked her for saving him today; his voice became somewhat unsteady at the end.

Shen Ruoyun walked over with her daughter in her arms, her eyes red with tears, and thanked her repeatedly, saying that she had not disciplined her child well before, and felt both guilty and grateful.

Su Qing stood there, still holding the wet wipe she had used to wipe Jiang Yi's face. Faced with the couple's overwhelming gratitude, she simply nodded slightly, her tone as calm as if she had just helped a passerby who was about to fall: "It's good that the child is alright. The person who bullied her has been taken to the police station. We may need you to follow up on the follow-up."

Jiang Mingchuan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with a seriousness rarely seen in the business world.

Shen Ruoyun said several more words of thanks before bending down to tidy her daughter's disheveled hair.

Su Qing turned around to lead Jiang Ran away when her leg was suddenly tripped by something.

She looked down and saw that Jiang Yi had somehow broken free from her mother's arms and run over to hug her leg.

The little guy looked up, his face still bruised and his nose still red, but his eyes were bright and sparkling, filled with something that even a seven-year-old couldn't explain but adults could understand.

"Sister Su, thank you..."

Jiang Yi's face turned as red as a ripe tomato, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but every word came from the bottom of her heart.

Su Qing looked down at her, smiled helplessly, and reached out to rub her fluffy head.

Jiang Ran stood beside Su Qing, holding the lop-eared rabbit in her arms, quietly watching this scene.

Her expression was calm, but the rabbit in her arms was being squeezed and deformed in an abnormal way. The rabbit's long ears were crumpled and wrinkled, and a deep wrinkle appeared on its round face.

She didn't say anything, but walked up, reached out her small hand, gently separated Jiang Yi's arms that were holding Su Qing's legs, and then stood between Su Qing and Jiang Yi.

She was a little shorter than Jiang Yi, but when she looked up at Jiang Yi, her gaze was like an impenetrable wall.

"We're going home." Jiang Ran's voice was flat and devoid of any extra emotion; she was simply stating a fact. "You should go back with your family too."

Without waiting for Jiang Yi's reaction, she took Su Qing's hand and walked out.

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She walked faster than usual, so fast that Su Qing had to be pulled along for several steps before she could keep up.

Su Qing looked down at the little guy's stubborn back of the head and mentally called out "System".

The system's reply was concise and carried a calm tone that said, "I told you so": [Jiang Ran's possessiveness is rising; simply put, she's jealous.]

Su Qing chuckled upon hearing this, said nothing, and didn't break free from Jiang Ran's hand, letting the little one pull her outside.

Her legs were so much longer than Jiang Ran's, yet she slowed her pace to follow behind, a barely noticeable smile playing on her lips.

Behind her, Jiang Yi stood still, watching Jiang Ran lead Su Qing away into the distance, her small hands hanging at her sides, slowly clutching the hem of her skirt.

She didn't chase after her, nor did she cry; she just sniffed and looked up at her mother.

Shen Ruoyun squatted down and pulled her into her arms, whispering that it was okay, they could take it slow later.

Jiang Mingchuan stood to the side, looking at the glass door that was still swaying slightly, and remained silent for a moment.

He understood that the girl had not forgiven his daughter, and he didn't think the girl had done anything wrong.

The program didn't say much.

He nodded slightly to Jiang Mingchuan, turned around, pushed open the glass door, and followed behind Su Qing and Jiang Ran.

As they exited the customer service center, Jiang Ran, holding Su Qing's hand, continued walking forward with a resolute gait, like a kitten reclaiming its territory after it had been invaded.

Su Qing looked down at the back of her puffed-up head and finally couldn't help but laugh. She bent down, scooped the little one up with one hand, let her sit on her arm, and supported her back with the other hand, holding her steadily in her arms.

"Alright, let's go home." Su Qing's voice carried a hint of amusement as she lowered her head and nuzzled Jiang Ran's head.

Jiang Ran froze for a moment when she was picked up, but quickly buried her face in the crook of her neck.

Her older sister hugged her, so she wouldn't be angry with her sister over a bad guy.

Thinking this, she hugged Su Qing's neck even tighter and obediently replied, "Mmm."

Meanwhile, in the black sedan parked outside the customer service center, Cheng Xiaoyu was slumped in the back seat, utterly dejected.

His seatbelt was twisted into a pretzel shape, and his two short legs dangled on the edge of the seat, unable to reach the floor.

Driver Lao Chen is in his early fifties and has worked for the Cheng family for over a decade. He has seen all sorts of things, including but not limited to being pulled aside by Cheng Xiaoyu for a full fifteen-minute chat about life.

Cheng Xiaoyu asked him, Uncle Chen, if he had ever been bullied by his own brother. Old Chen said he was an only child.

Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Then you don't understand my suffering." Then he asked Uncle Chen, "Do you think I'm handsome?" Old Chen glanced at the bruise on his cheekbone that hadn't completely faded and the cotton candy crumbs on the corner of his mouth in the rearview mirror, and after a couple of seconds of silence, said, "He's pretty handsome."

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded in satisfaction, then asked why Xiao Ran complained that I was noisy, why Sister Su treated me like an assistant, and why my brother bullied me every day.

Old Chen remained silent for a longer time this time, and then said it might be because you talk too much.

Cheng Xiaoyu's face fell. Just as he was about to argue, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, casting long shadows under the streetlights at the entrance of the amusement park.

Cheng Xiaoyu immediately leaned out of the car window, his chubby face filled with heartache, looking as if he were saying, "You guys went to eat something delicious and didn't take me with you!"

He then lay down on the back seat, deflated.

Turning to the driver, who was adjusting the air conditioning, he sighed in a deep voice that didn't sound like that of a seven-year-old: "Uncle Chen, what do you think is the purpose of life?"

Upon hearing this, Old Chen's hand trembled, and he turned the air conditioner vent to its highest setting.

When Su Qing opened the car door while carrying Jiang Ran, she saw the chubby little boy sprawled out like a pancake. She reached out and gently patted his round belly: "Sit still, we're going home."

Cheng Xiaoyu immediately sat up. Upon seeing Su Qing, he forgot his earlier existential dilemma and began to excitedly report how brilliantly he had completed the important task of "checking the car."

Old Chen, who witnessed all of this, was speechless.