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

After taking a few sips, Sun Yaqin started talking. She said that Cheng Xiaoyu had recently fallen flat on his face while trying to look cool in front of girls, that Cheng Yan moved her studio to the edge of the northern city just because the buildings there were more spaced apart and it was less likely to run into girls, and that her husband had forgotten his speech in the car a few days ago and only realized he had a supermarket discount list in his pocket when he got on stage.

The three of them ate and chatted, mostly about interesting things that had happened in the past few years, who said what, who made a joke, and what unexpected things happened at a gathering.

Su Qing still remembered some things, while she couldn't quite recall others, but Sun Yaqin could always vividly recreate those details, and then laugh uproariously at the most crucial parts.

Perhaps it was because she had a low alcohol tolerance, but after drinking two glasses of fruit wine, two obvious blushes appeared on Sun Yaqin's face.

She held her third cup, leaned back in her chair, and slowly shifted her gaze from Jiang Ran to Su Qing. The smile in her eyes hadn't faded, but there was something soft beneath it.

"Xiao Ran," her voice was a few decibels slower than usual, but every word was spoken with extra seriousness, "Aunt Sun knows that you don't like the Jiang family and want to stay by your sister's side to be with her."

Jiang Ran put down her chopsticks, thinking that Aunt Sun was finally going to get to the point about her role as a mediator.

Then Sun Yaqin raised her glass, let out a small burp, and suddenly raised her voice by half an octave, "Your idea is correct!"

Jiang Ran had originally thought that she was going to start persuading her to acknowledge her ancestors, and she was prepared to politely refuse, but when she heard the last few words, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Sun Yaqin let out a small hiccup, her eyes glazed with drunkenness as she raised her glass and said to her, "For so many years, Xiao Ran has only had her sister by her side. Isn't it only natural that she likes being with her sister? If Xiao Ran were to find out that she has wealthy parents and then abandon her sister, that would truly be despicable. So Xiao Ran..."

She pushed the cup forward and said with great enthusiasm, "Aunt Sun, I'd like to toast you. Thank you for not leaving Xiaoqing."

After saying that, she tilted her head back and drank the fruit wine in her glass in one gulp, then filled her glass again, casually tossed her phone aside, sent a voice message to someone, and mumbled "Husband, come pick me up," before completely ignoring it.

At this moment, Su Qing was completely slumped on the table, her cheek resting on her arm, her breathing even and long. She had drunk more than Sun Yaqin, and only thought that the fruit wine was sweet and sour and tasted extremely delicious. She was completely unaware that the trace amount of alcohol was still enough to knock her out in the face of her extremely low alcohol tolerance.

She rested her face on her arm, her lips slightly pursed, her eyelashes resting quietly on her eyelids, fast asleep.

Sun Yaqin tilted her head and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, then reached out and gently rubbed her hair.

  

Su Qing was the most special child she had ever met. She had been supporting her family on her own since she was eighteen. She never asked for help, never complained, and gave all her gentleness and patience to Jiang Ran, but never remembered to keep any for herself.

After so many years of getting along, she no longer considers Su Qing an outsider.

She looked at Su Qing's slightly furrowed brow in her sleep, and spoke very softly, as if afraid of waking her: "Xiao Ran, you are her only family. If you leave, what will she do..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ran put down her cup, looked at Sun Yaqin, reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs that had been brushing against Su Qing's forehead behind her ear, her fingers lingering for a moment beside her ear.

Her gaze fell on her sister's peaceful sleeping face, and a gentle, profound light appeared in her usually calm eyes: "Aunt Sun, don't worry, I won't leave my sister, and I won't let her leave me. This is our promise."

As she spoke, she lightly touched the back of Su Qing's hand with her fingertips. The movement was very light and gentle, as if she were touching something she had treasured for many years and would continue to treasure for many years to come.

Sun Yaqin looked at Jiang Ran with her rosy cheeks in her hands, feeling that Xiao Ran's eyes were very familiar... that gentle, firm, and possessive look that allowed no one to interfere... she felt like she had seen it somewhere before.

But her mind was already a complete mess from the alcohol, and she couldn't remember anything, so she didn't continue thinking about it.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Cheng Yi stood at the door, wearing a shirt he hadn't had time to change out of, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Chong Jiangran nodded and said politely and simply, "Excuse me."

When Sun Yaqin saw her husband arrive, she struggled to stand up from her chair, took a couple of unsteady steps, and then clung to Cheng Yi, chuckling as she said she was riding a horse.

Cheng Yi simply said indulgently, "How old are you and you're still like this?" Then he bent down and steadily carried her on his back, nodded slightly to Jiang Ran, and carried his wife, who was still humming a song, towards the elevator.

Sun Yaqin lay on his back, mumbling "husband is the best" indistinctly, her fingers gently tracing circles on his shoulder.

Jiang Ran stood at the door, listening to the couple's playful laughter fading into the elevator as they walked away, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Then she locked the door, turned around, leaned against the door, and looked at the figure sleeping soundly on the table in the dining room.

Compared to her usual self who could handle anything, she looked completely unguarded at this moment, like a little hedgehog finally willing to expose its belly.

Jiang Ran walked over and bent down, looking at her sister who was sleeping soundly on the table. Her face, flushed from the alcohol, was pressed against her arm, her lips slightly pouting, and a few strands of hair fell on her cheeks, rising and falling gently with her breath. She gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Su Qing's forehead and placed a very light kiss on the top of her head.

Just like seven years ago when Su Qing carried her around the ward, he gently placed one of Su Qing's arms on his shoulder, supported her back with the other hand, and steadily lifted her up from the chair, slowly walking towards the bedroom step by step.

Su Qing rested her head on her shoulder, her warm breath brushing against her neck, and mumbled something indistinctly, probably something like "delicious" in her sleep.

Jiang Ran put her on the bed, helped her take off her slippers, and looked at her sister's fair, delicate, and exquisite feet. She couldn't help but reach out and scratch them.

Even in her sleep, Su Qing's toes curled up slightly, and she let out a soft groan.

Seeing her sister's adorable reaction, Jiang Ran didn't continue. Instead, she went to the bathroom, wet a hot towel, and came back to wipe her sister's face.

Looking at her sister's blushing face and slightly glistening pink lips, Jiang Ran stared for a long time, but in the end, she only left a kiss on her forehead.