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When I finally found him with the things I brought, my parents and Mu Shu were already there. Qiu An was clinging to Mu Shu's arm, acting cute, while the table was filled with longevity noodles and delicious dishes, creating a lively atmosphere.
Upon seeing me, they all froze, as if my arrival had disrupted their harmony.
Qiu Qinrui frowned when he saw me. "What are you doing here?"
I was taken aback. "Am I not allowed to come?"
It struck me as amusing that I had stayed up all night making clothes for his son despite being unwell, only to find myself having to explain myself in my own home.
My mother stepped in to ease the tension, suggesting that the food would get cold if we didn’t eat soon, and she pulled me to sit across from the three of them.
After the meal, I took out the gift I had prepared for Qiu An—a pet cat.
I had carefully chosen it; its fur was a rare gradient color, and its two heterochromatic eyes seemed to hold the stars and the sea. I thought Qiu An would surely love it.
I offered it to him, but he didn’t take it. Instead, he continued to cling to Mu Shu's arm and looked up at me. "Mother, Aunt Shu has already given me a puppy; I don’t want any other pets."
I was stunned and only then noticed the pure white puppy cradled in the arms of a nearby servant.
It was adorable but not particularly special.
I smiled and ruffled Qiu An’s hair. "Our Qiu An has grown up; he knows not to ask for everything now."
But Qiu An didn’t look at me; he just gazed at Mu Shu with an innocent expression. "Because Aunt Shu's pet is better!"
I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me.
I smiled at Qiu An again. "Is that so? Then Mother will respect our Qiu An's opinion; after all, it's your birthday."
Mu Shu looked apologetic. "Sister, I didn’t know you were preparing a pet for Qiu An too. If I had known, I would have prepared something else."
Qiu Qinrui frowned. "Why did you come here looking so sick? Don’t you think our Qiu An has enough bad luck already?"
I stared blankly at Qiu Qinrui, unable to understand why he would say such things on his son's birthday.
Mu Shu gently tugged at Qiu Qinrui's sleeve. "Don’t say that; today is Qiu An's birthday, and Sister came here with good intentions."
I remained silent and walked over to hug Qiu An, but as soon as I touched him, he forcefully pulled away.
He ran in front of Mu Shu and grabbed her hand. "I don’t want Mother to hug me; I want Aunt Shu to hug me."
I stood there in shock, feeling lost.
Mu Shu patted Qiu An’s head. "Qiu An, be polite; you shouldn’t speak like that to Mother."
Qiu An pouted unhappily, "But I'm just speaking the truth."
I felt as if my heart had been pierced by a needle as I looked at everything before me.
At that moment, Mother suggested that the Artist create a painting so that when Qiu An grew up, she could see what she looked like as a child.
Qiu An and Mu Shu stood in the middle, while Father and Mother stood on either side.
As I walked over, intending to stand next to Qiu Qinrui, Qiu An glared at me and said, "Mother, we don't need you."
I looked up at Qiu Qinrui; he was also looking at me, but his expression was cold, as if I were just a stranger.
I opened my mouth but could only manage a forced smile as I said to Qiu An, "Alright, Mother won't disturb you, Qiu An."
After the Artist finished the painting, Mu Shu lowered her head in guilt. "Sister, are you unhappy? It's all my fault for coming."
Mother quickly took her hand. "What are you saying? We are all family."
Qiu Qinrui looked at me with displeasure. "What’s wrong with you? Why are you upset about Mu Shu being here?"
Mu Shu cast a pitiful glance at Qiu Qinrui. " brother Huichuan, don’t say that about my sister; it’s only natural for her not to like me."
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