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After just a few words, He Miao felt that he couldn't continue the conversation.

Jiang Rang seemed to respond to every word he said, but he didn't say a single word more. She didn't dare to ask too many questions or too detailed questions, so she just replied briefly to end the conversation.

Moon: Okay, then have fun and let me know when you come back.

Jiang Rang: Yeah.

A week passed and Jiang Rang didn't return to the Jiang family, nor did he send a message to He Miao.

He Miao always felt that something was wrong, but he was afraid to confront Jiang Rang, and he asked him to draw, so they tacitly ignored each other.

It was not until the eighth day that Jiang Rang returned to the Jiang family.

Because both Mr. and Mrs. Jiang would be back today, they sent messages to the small family group of four early on.

Hearing the noise coming from downstairs, He Miao waited quietly at the door for a while. When she heard the sound of someone walking in the house not far away, she slowly walked out of the house and followed Jiang Rang downstairs.

"Dad, Mom, you are back!"

Jiang Rang's face, which had been gloomy recently, finally smiled for the first time in a long time.

"Dad, Mom!"

He Miao followed behind and called out to them.

"Hey, come here, come here." Mother Jiang waved to her children with a smile on her face.

"I brought gifts for you all, come and see!"

She pulled the two of them to the living room, where gifts were piled on the table.

She first took out a large exquisite box, and when she opened it, there was a landscape painting inside.

"Shushu, take a look at this painting. It's the work of Master Zhang Qianqiu. Take a look and see if you like it."

He Miao's originally expectant expression froze, but the next second he immediately smiled happily.

“Thanks mom, I love it!”

Jiang Rang gave her a mocking look, wondering when to get the painting.

After all, it was a gift from my mother to my sister. Why should it be given to a fake one, who doesn't know how to paint, at that?

"Rangrang, and you, mom brought you a watch, do you like it?"

She took out an exquisite little box, inside of which was an extremely exquisite watch with a few sparkling diamonds inlaid on the dial.

Jiang Rang tried it on his hand directly. It fit his skin very comfortably and he spoke happily.

"Thank you, Mom. This watch is exactly what I want! Mom's taste is as good as ever!"

Jiang's mother was delighted by what she heard, and she teased Jiang Rang with a smile.

He Miao silently looked at the harmonious mother and son and felt that he was somewhat out of place.

While having dinner in the evening, Jiang's father casually asked Jiang Rang a few questions.

"Jiang Rang, how do you feel about going to work these days? Are you not used to anything?"

"Stab" sounded.

Everyone was attracted by He Miao's actions. She put down her bowl awkwardly and apologized with a smile.

"Sorry, my hand just slipped..."

The three of them then returned to normal, and Father Jiang continued to look at his son.

Jiang Rang first glanced at He Miao, then spoke with a smile.

"Dad, I've only been working for a few days. This is my first time working. I'm definitely not used to it. It's definitely not as comfortable as at home."

Father Jiang laughed loudly and glared at Jiang Rang, "You are such a chatterbox! Going to work doesn't mean you can rest at home, so just bear with it even if you are not used to it!"

"Has my brother gone to work?" He Miao asked casually.

Father Jiang was still smiling, "Yes, your brother went to our company for an internship a few days ago."

"Oh, that's what I thought. My brother hasn't been at home these days. I thought he went out to play somewhere." He Miao also joked with a smile.

Both Jiang's father and mother laughed a few times, thinking that their daughter was teasing their son.

Although it is not common, it is always a bit fresh when you see it for the first time.

Jiang Rang lowered his head, hiding the disgust in his eyes.

This person was clearly being sarcastic, because he had told her before that he had gone out to play, so now that she knew that he had gone to work, he was blaming him for hiding it.

During the following dinner time, He Miao seemed a little silent.

She listened quietly to the conversation between the other three people and didn't interrupt too much.

Mother Jiang felt a little strange, and she asked her daughter with concern.

"Shushu, what's wrong? Why didn't I see you talk tonight?"

"Ah...Mom, I went out for some fresh air today and my head feels a little uncomfortable." He Miao immediately made an excuse.

"What's wrong? Let's go to the hospital?" Jiang's mother became nervous instantly, and Jiang's father also stopped talking and looked at his daughter.

Looking at this harmonious scene of a happy family, Jiang Rang was in a very bad mood.

Although he knew that his parents were so concerned about the woman in front of them because they didn't know her identity, but when he thought of his sister living alone in a hotel that couldn't even be called a home, while the culprit who harmed her was here pretending to enjoy the love of his parents, he wanted to expose the true face of this woman and break this picture that hurt his eyes.

"No, Mom, I just feel a little uncomfortable in my head. I'll just go upstairs and rest for a while!"

In the face of He Miao's insistence on refusing, Jiang's father and mother hurriedly asked her to go upstairs to rest.

The two adults then realized that their son had been silent. He hadn't said a word just now and now seemed to be in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Jiang's mother.

"She only ate half a bowl of rice!" Jiang Rang replied.

When Mr. and Mrs. Jiang took a look, they found that it was true. It seemed that he was really not feeling well today, so he only ate so little.

"Your sister is not feeling well, so she doesn't eat much." Father Jiang also replied.

"Really?" Jiang Rang asked doubtfully, "She only ate half a bowl of rice in the days before I moved out."

Father and Mother Jiang looked at each other. Although they thought their son was a little weird, this small half bowl was indeed a little too little.

"Then I'll ask when I have time." Mother Jiang was a little worried.

Jiang Rang didn't say anything. He was in a bad mood. He ate a few bites and went upstairs.

At almost ten o'clock, he knocked on He Miao's door again.

He Miao wanted to pretend not to hear it, but the knocking on the door continued.

Then Jiang Rang's voice was heard.

"Sister, Mom asked me to bring you some hot water."

Hearing these caring words, He Miao pretended to have just gotten up and went to open the door.

Jiang Rang put the hot water in, but was not in a hurry to leave. He wanted to take the painting his mother gave him now and give it to his sister tomorrow.

"Sister, I talked to that girl before, and she has always wanted to see your masterpiece. I know you are not feeling well, and I heard that you don't have any classes tomorrow. Can you help me draw a picture?"

"Ah...brother, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I've been feeling a little unwell lately." He Miao said embarrassedly.

"What should I do? How can I explain this to her? There's not even a painting! Sister, how about I ask the doctor to come to your house tomorrow to check you out? You've been feeling unwell lately, so you must not hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor!"