We moved to Golden Courtyard

Xu Qi looked at the scene with emotion, when suddenly he felt his hand being held. He turned his head and saw that it was Mei.

"From now on, we absolutely must not argue, otherwise I will really be very sad..."

Xu Qi smiled.

"Ah."

Those waiting outside couldn't help but smile with blessing upon seeing the sisters embracing, and some even shed tears.

But there was one person who calmly watched this scene, then calmly turned around and returned to the courtyard.

As she walked back to her room, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Don't you have anything to say, as the one who started all of this?"

……

“Heh…” Velvi turned around and looked calmly at Mebius who appeared behind her.

"I just wanted to make that little girl more aggressive, but I didn't expect her to target her own sister instead of Xu Qi..."

Although her voice was calm, one could hear the suppressed anger in her words.

This is not that perpetually rational expert, but rather...

"You are truly a complete scoundrel, utterly wicked."

Vervi shrugged.

Is this the first day you've met me?

"Stop with that disgusting face of yours..." Möbius said calmly, "This time, even I can't help but get angry."

Vervi's smile was playful.

"When did you and Sakura become so close?"

“That’s none of your business, but I’m warning you… go back and reflect on your actions for a while, at least a month. I don’t want to see your disgusting face.”

"Okay, okay." Velvi shrugged, slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she looked around in a panic.

He gradually calmed down when he saw Mebius standing in front of him.

"Another heinous act? What did she do?"

"You guys should really keep an eye on her. Luckily nothing serious happened this time. If it was just a little prank, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if it happens again..."

A chilling glint flashed in Mebius's serpentine eyes.

"I don't care what difficulties you Vilvie have."

"..." Vilvi's expression was complicated, but her calm demeanor clearly indicated that she was the expert.

"understood."

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That evening, Xu Qi didn't disturb the eight sisters' heart-to-heart talk. She quietly returned to her room, opened her laptop, and sat down quietly in front of the computer.

When people are angry, even if the other person is someone close to them, they may unconsciously say things without thinking.

The deep bond between the older and younger sisters goes without saying, but even so...

Even when a point of conflict arises, it's still possible for them to get into a mutually hurtful argument.

So... what if this contradiction escalates indefinitely?

Xu Qi sat in his chair, lost in thought for a long time, so much so that he didn't even notice that there was suddenly another person in the room.

Seeing Xu Qi deep in thought in front of the computer, the visitor did not disturb him, but quietly walked to the side and lit the incense used in the room for relaxation.

"The two people, who hated each other, had long forgotten all their past affection at that moment. They were fighting with the intention of killing each other, and had lost their composure."

Driven purely on instinct, fighting purely on instinct... They were old friends, both children, yet they were forced into the war.

How sad.

Xu Qi opened his eyes, and his fingers began to fly across the keyboard. Sentences and lines of text flowed into the 28-episode script that had troubled him for so long.

The pleasant sound of keyboard clicks continued to fill the air, and Xu Qi subconsciously picked up a cup from the side and took a sip.

Familiar black tea...

But Xu Qi was oblivious to all of that right now; all his attention was focused on his manuscript.

The writing flows smoothly and effortlessly, completed in one go.

When the last word was uttered... it was done.

Xu Qi stared silently at the script for episode 28 on the computer in front of him. After a long silence, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

ended……

The room was filled with a calming fragrance, and a cup of black tea, now cold, sat nearby.

Xu Qi saw it, picked it up and took a sip—it was the familiar black tea.

Ok?

"Where did this tea come from?"

Xu Qi murmured to himself. In the quiet of the night, apart from the woman's very faint breathing, there was no other sound.

Xu Qi stood up; sitting in the chair for so long had almost made his legs go weak.

Only when I turned around did I see...

Rita was asleep fully clothed on her bed. The incense was almost burned out, and the room had clearly been tidied up. Thinking about it...

When I was writing all night before, it seemed like there was always someone coming in to help light incense and add water.

Xu Qi walked to the bedside and slowly squatted down.

Rita's sleeping face is rarely seen, because she always waits for me to fall asleep first. Even a second before I drift off, this dutiful maid is still thinking about Xu Qi.

A few strands of hair fell across her cheek; the maid was sleeping soundly.

Xu Qi felt a surge of pity. He returned to his computer and saved the document.

Although these 28 episodes took a lot of my energy and time, it was quite a coincidence that they were able to come to fruition—life is indeed the best teacher.

Even so, Xu Qi did not want to appreciate this work that satisfied him any longer.

He just wanted to spend more time with his little maid.

I glanced at the time—3 a.m.

Xu Qi originally wanted to help Rita with something, but she didn't give him the chance at all—having a girlfriend who is particularly good at housework is truly a very happy thing.

I didn't dare take a shower in my room, afraid of disturbing the maid.

Pado was still working outside, so she borrowed the bathroom in the cat's room for a while.

Back in his room, he saw that Rita was still sleeping in the same position as before.

It seems he slept quite soundly.

Carefully climbing into bed and then carefully slipping under the covers, Xu Qi embraced Miss Rita's soft, fragrant body from behind, and before falling asleep, he seemed to murmur something.

Goodnight, my Rita.

713. Rita: You'll give me the ring, right? I'll trust you if you do.

I slowly opened my eyes in the early morning.

When Rita felt the hot body behind her, she immediately woke up, but then... she slowly calmed down—it was Xu Qi.

Why didn't I wake up last night?

Rita was speechless for a moment, unsure whether her vigilance as a secret agent was being worn down by the daily routine, or...

She had completely gotten used to Xu Qi.

So much so that even if the other person hugs her while she is asleep, Rita will not be awakened.

A soft snore sounded in my ear, accompanied by hot breaths.

It seems Xu Qi has been really tired lately; he doesn't usually snore when he sleeps.

Rita couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

These past few days, she has been coming over to help tidy up the house, add some incense, and make Xu Qi a cup of tea whenever he stays up late working.

Perhaps he was so engrossed in the manuscript that he didn't notice, but...

Rita never intended for Xu Qi to notice her.

It wasn't that she intentionally wanted to make sacrifices silently; Rita simply understood that Xu Qi needed absolute focus at that time and shouldn't be disturbed easily.

And last night, that focus reached its peak, presumably...

The script for these 28 episodes is nearing completion.

But I was really careless. Last night, I saw Xu Qi writing until late, so I lay down on Xu Qi's bed intending to take a nap. But as I was dozing off... I fell asleep.

She felt too comfortable and lost even the most basic vigilance. Rita, Rita... all these skills of hers will be wasted on Xu Qi sooner or later.

But this is fine too.

With her back against Xu Qi's chest, Rita shrank back, wanting to feel as much of Xu Qi as possible.

However, what made her slightly embarrassed was that it should be a normal physiological reaction for men in the morning, right? Anyway... it felt like there was something stuck between her legs.

You're full of energy so early in the morning, sir.

Weiwei tried to break free from Xu Qi's embrace, but found that he was holding her very tightly. If she didn't use some force, she really couldn't get out. But how could Rita bear to let go?

I don't know what time Xu Qi went to sleep last night. What if I wake him up?

The maid sighed softly, then closed her eyes again, thinking of taking a long-awaited nap.

"Why don't we try again? Maybe I won't wake up."

Rita opened her eyes, felt the warmth on her neck, blushed, and said reproachfully, "Did you wake up a long time ago, Master? Were you deliberately making fun of Rita?"

"How could this be..."

Feeling the soft, fragrant body wriggling in his arms early in the morning, Xu Qi naturally woke up immediately.

Looking at Rita with affection, Xu Qi kissed the little maid on the cheek.

"You don't have to do that anymore. It breaks my heart to see you like that."

"But I also feel sorry for him."

Xu Qi was speechless.

The maid shut him down with just one sentence.

Rita rolled over in Xu Qi's arms, her exquisite face as if she had stepped out of a painting, breathtakingly beautiful. With her usual smile, Rita affectionately kissed Xu Qi's lips.

“I can’t stand watching my husband work until late at night while I do nothing. Mei and the others wanted to come and help, but I was afraid they would disturb you.”

That's true. It's not that they're not as meticulous as Rita, it's just...

He was still young and had a strong playful nature.

"Why are you calling me 'husband' all of a sudden?"

“Didn’t you say last time that I was becoming more and more like the lady of the house? So I was thinking…” He glanced at Xu Qi with alluring eyes.

"So you're putting yourself in Mrs. Rita's shoes?"

Xu Qi chuckled and kissed Rita on the forehead.

"Alright~~ then, my Lady Rita, is there anything you'd like?"

Rita suddenly felt a pang of sadness as she extended her slender hand toward Xu Qi… after all, it wasn’t exactly a clean hand.

“Even sisters who are as close as family can have a fight over a small conflict… I saw the script you were writing behind you yesterday.”

The two, consumed by hatred, could not recall any of their past happy memories; the only thing they remembered was the feeling of hatred.

Sometimes I wonder—if you knew all about my past, would it cause conflict between us? And would it... lead to arguments?