Mr. Jiu rose gracefully: "Since it’s nothing major, I should head back now. Little Jin’er, the Human Clan ritual is scheduled for next week—remember to attend on time."
"Got it, Ninth Uncle."
Mr. Jiu glanced at Lu Qing with a gaze that seemed to convey a message: Boss, I’ve already called dibs.
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If he were willing to have kids, would he have waited until now?
He let out a small snort and turned to leave.
As soon as he left, Lu Qing gave Little Seventh a brief sideways glance: "Little Seventh, explain."
Little Seventh’s face turned pale. After hesitating for quite some time, he finally said, "I... I made a mistake."
"Falsifying information during a report—that adds to your guilt. Go receive your punishment."
Qin Miaomiao quickly grabbed his hand and spoke on his behalf: "He’s just a kid—how would he understand all this? Besides, if you really think about it, it’s my fault for passing out at such an inconvenient moment. Who could have predicted that getting my period would cause me to faint, right?"
Lu Qing leaned down to look at her, an unusual emotion surfacing in his eyes. He uttered each word deliberately:
"Touch my heart—do you have any idea how scared I was that something had happened to you? I genuinely thought our child was gone."
Qin Miaomiao placed her hand on his chest, feeling the heartbeat there. Although it was all a misunderstanding, his concern was genuine, and she realized how fragile she had been to make him worry so deeply.
When she was alone, it wasn’t as much of an issue. But in the future, when they truly had a child, a single moment of carelessness could hurt more than just her.
He leaned down and held her in his arms. The soft warmth of her presence brought him a modicum of peace.
She clung to him tightly. Though this misunderstanding was a bit awkward and somewhat laughable, the tension was real, and so were their feelings.
Not just him, but Ninth Uncle and all the others who truly cared about her—she simply couldn’t keep letting them worry .
Little Seventh silently retreated, unable to bear the sight of this blatant display of affection. The scene was far too overwhelming to watch.
Although the incident resembled a comedy of errors, there were still loose ends to tie up—like Qin Miaomiao, who gazed at Ou Beichen sitting quietly next to her bed, peeling an apple with intense focus.
When he lashed out at Lu Lu, his entire demeanor transformed—vicious and ruthless!
How unlike his current obedient puppy persona. Was that his manic phase? No, from the looks of it, it resembled dissociative identity disorder!
"Um, Xiao Chen, can I ask you something?"
Ou Beichen glanced at her and nodded slightly.
"Earlier, when... when you helped me punish Lu Lu, was it because...?"
As the knife in his hand slipped, it nicked his finger. Qin Miaomiao jumped in shock, quickly handed him tissues to clean up the blood, and then called for the nurse to bring over bandages.
Ou Beichen appeared somewhat flustered, his delicate and handsome face looking rather pale.
"Sis, do you... dislike me?"
This time he spoke fluently, enunciating every word clearly.
Qin Miaomiao studied him, shaking her head: "No, whether it’s the usual obedient Xiao Chen or the Xiao Chen who protected me back then—I like both very much."
Ou Beichen gazed at her in disbelief: "Really?"
"Really! Truer than pearls. So, can you tell me what’s going on?"
Dissociative identity disorder—it’s rare in psychological conditions, but it’s commonly utilized as a trope in movies. For example, her favorite, *Primal Fear*.
However, encountering a real-life case was a first for her.
Ou Beichen’s second personality was triggered when his parents were murdered. Traumatized into developing autism, yet simultaneously giving rise to a second personality—one that violently avenged their deaths!