In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

After the guests left, Qiao Qingfeng looked at the calligraphy and painting in his hand, nodded in satisfaction, and then slowly put the painting away.

"Someone, take this painting and calligraphy to show the young lady."

"Yes, leader."

The servant beside him respectfully accepted the calligraphy and painting with both hands and left the leader's study.

Qiao Qingfeng smiled, his heart filled with anticipation.

"I wonder if Wanwan, upon seeing this painting, also likes this man?"

Although he had never seen the person in the painting, he was unsure whether the man was as handsome as depicted in the picture.

However, we still need to let Wanwan see if she likes it.

If you really like someone, then you should meet them in person.

...

"Sister, Xiaoxiao has finished writing."

"Sister, An'an has finished writing too."

Qiao Wanwan's courtyard was unusually lively.

The two siblings, whom we brought back from outside, sat happily at the stone table in the courtyard, each holding a set of paper and pen.

As soon as they finished writing, they all eagerly raised their hands to report to Qiao Wanwan.

"Wow, you guys wrote so fast this time! Let me see if you got it right. If you got it right, I'll give you candy as a reward. If you didn't get it right, you'll have to write another page."

"it is good."

"Then I need to take a look at the little one first."

The two children were delighted and handed the papers with their names on them to Qiao Wanwan for her to look at.

The woman resembled a teacher, with two students in tow. Her face held a slight seriousness as she examined the papers.

"Yes, Xiaoxiao wrote it correctly."

"Sister, what about An'an?"

"An'an's..."

Qiao Wanwan gently stroked her chin, frowned, and stared at the paper as if deep in thought.

"!!"

Seeing how pale she looked, the little boy began to feel uneasy.

Nervous and fearful, she asked weakly:

"Sister, is there a mistake in An'an's name?"

"Well..."

"... "

The little boy, hearing her attitude, figured it was very likely true, and sadly pursed his lips.

Seeing her brother so sad, Xiaoxiao reached out and tugged at Qiao Wanwan's sleeve, pleading:

"Sister, please give brother another chance."

Qiao Wanwan chuckled to herself and said in a cheeky tone:

"Huh? Why should we give him a chance? An'an is right too."

The two children were stunned for a moment, blinked, and their eyes sparkled instantly.

Little one was the first to cheer with joy:

"Yay, brother is right too. He can eat sweet candy just like Xiaoxiao."

"Yes."

An'an stared at Qiao Wanwan, who was secretly laughing, before realizing that his sister had been teasing him.

An An was speechless, but also relieved.

He had almost forgotten that they were now in the Alliance Leader's Mansion, and his sister's home was also their home; they didn't need to be mindful of anyone else's feelings.

A large hand stroked the top of my head and smoothed it out.

An'an looked up and met the beautiful older sister's gaze. She smiled and said to him:

"An'an, go over there too, go get some candy from Sister Chunxia."

"Well, thank you sister."

"You're welcome."

An'an was also happy, and walked over to Chunxia to get the candy.

"Miss."

The voice of a servant came from outside the courtyard, and then the servant walked in respectfully, holding a painting and calligraphy in both hands.

"how?"

"The Alliance Leader sent me to deliver this calligraphy and painting for your perusal, Miss."

"... "

Qiao Wanwan frowned slightly, and looking at the exquisite calligraphy and painting that the servant had carried away, she already guessed what it was.

She sighed deeply.

"More portraits of other men, isn't it?"

The servant was slightly taken aback, lowered his head, not daring to look at her, and lied:

"I am unaware of this, please take a look, Miss."

Qiao Wanwan knew without guessing that the painting was indeed a portrait of a man.

Otherwise, given her lazy nature—unfamiliar with poetry and dislike of painting—why would her father, the leader of the alliance who understands her best, possibly show her such refined things?

Qiao Wanwan glanced at the calligraphy and painting in the servant's hand, and waved her hand in refusal:

"No need for me to look at it. Return it. Don't bring me anything like this again. If the Alliance Leader is angry, let him come and explain to me personally."

"Yes, ma'am."

Since their young mistress had so clearly refused, the servants could not forcefully keep the album.

He carefully put away the calligraphy and painting, respectfully bowed to his young mistress, and then withdrew.

"what!"

All that could be heard from the study was Qiao Qingfeng's voice.

The calligraphy and painting had already been returned to Qiao Qingfeng. He sighed and sat back down in his seat.

"Wanwan won't even glance at you?"

"Yes, Miss said that in the future, these kinds of portraits and picture albums should not be sent to Miss."

"Oh! What a pity."

Perhaps Wanwan will never forget this young master after just one glance?

But she doesn't want to look at it at all right now, and there's no point in forcing her.

He, too, felt a deep sense of regret.

I must write a letter to Brother Mo; I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint him this time.

During this period, he had obtained all of Mo Jiang's identity information.

Knowing that he had previously roamed the martial arts world, and now had taken over the responsibilities of his family and served the imperial court, he was indeed a good person with a benevolent heart, according to others.

If his adopted son and his own daughter could be together, it wouldn't be impossible.

But I still have to make sure my daughter likes me. If she doesn't, there's nothing I can do.

Hey!

...

Mo Jiang stared sharply at the silver needle in his hand, and swiftly and accurately stabbed it into the person on the bed.

"Well!"

A muffled groan came from inside the bed.

Silver needles pierced the pale skin, a few glistening droplets of water slowly trickling down the muscle lines, soaking the bedding of the large bed.

But the person in the bed was still asleep, his brows furrowed, as if he was in unbearable pain and could not sleep soundly at all.

Standing to the side, Mo Xi asked with concern:

"Master, how is my senior brother doing now?"

"Alas, the poison in his body is troubling him. Without the antidote made by that person, Aze has fainted temporarily from the pain."

"Oh, how despicable! That beast actually poisoned his own son with such a terrible poison. He doesn't even spare innocent people from death."

"... "

Mo Jiang looked at the handsome man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and sighed softly.

"You stay here and keep your senior brother company. I'll come see him again after I've finished my business."

"Okay, don't worry, Master."

Mo Xi nodded solemnly. After Mo Jiang left, she sat down on the edge of the bed, wiped Xie Ze's sweat, and covered him with the blanket.

At this moment, the man on the bed parted his thin lips slightly and whispered something.

“Wanwan…”

Mo Xi was overjoyed and looked at her senior brother with his eyes closed, saying happily:

"Senior brother, you're awake?"

“Wan…”

"?"

Mo Xi called him, but there was no response. Only then did he realize that his senior brother was still asleep.

He leaned down slightly and brought his ear close to his lips, and only then could he clearly hear his senior brother calling a woman's name.

"Wanwan."

……

Mo Jiang received the alliance leader's letter, and after reading it, he didn't find it unexpected.

We can only wait for Ze'er to wake up and then take him to propose marriage again.

Ze'er cares so much about Qiao Wanwan; he'll be very happy when he wakes up and finds out.