Hidden identities of the AI Heiress-Chapter 375 - 375 The Sister Had Already Arranged the

Chapter 375: Chapter 375: The Sister Had Already Arranged the Path for Him Chapter 375 -375: The Sister Had Already Arranged the Path for Him Lu Zhanxing touched his nose and said awkwardly, “Who told you to grab a knife with blood on it in the middle of the night? You can’t blame me for the misunderstanding.”

“And now you’re playing the victim first.”

“Alright, alright, since you’re so frail, you’re right. My bad.”

Lu Shiran was the second youngest in the Lu Family. Although Lu Zhanxing occasionally liked to tease him, he truly cared for him.

After all, they had the kind of relationship where he had changed Shiran’s diapers and bathed him as a child.

Now that he saw him regaining his spirits a bit, he felt much more relieved.

“Since there’s nothing wrong, everyone disperse. Shiran, go change your clothes and treat your wound.”

The old master’s gaze fell on Lu Shiran’s finger.

It was just a small cut, but it bled a lot; it wasn’t too serious.

However, thanks to this misunderstanding, the dark cloud hanging over the Lu Family had dissipated quite a bit, and everyone’s mood was somewhat lifted.

…

Lu Shiran returned to his room, just changed his clothes, when there was a knock at the door.

This time, he didn’t hesitate and opened the door directly.

It was Qiao Yun.

She was wearing a thin set of pajamas.

It was a limited edition from Brand J, with the hoodie designed like rabbit ears.

She had a pinched, expressionless little face, with big, distinct eyes, long and dense eyelashes slightly curled, making her look incredibly cute.

Qiao Yun held a medical kit in her hand and said resolutely, “I’ll treat your wound; leaving it untreated could lead to infection.”

Lu Shiran wanted to tell her there was no need, that he could manage such a small cut on his own, but he met Qiao Yun’s stubborn gaze.

He hesitated for a moment before letting her in.

“Sit down,” said Qiao Yun as she told Lu Shiran to get comfortable and then opened the medical kit.

Lu Shiran pursed his lips, unsure of what to say.

Despite his bold words earlier, when alone with her, the guilt surged back.

The atmosphere was inevitably a bit awkward.

“Stretch out your hand.”

Qiao Yun’s face was calm, as if she hadn’t noticed the awkwardness.

“Oh,” responded Lu Shiran obediently, stretching out his injured finger.

Qiao Yun held his hand, frowning discontentedly upon seeing the wound.

The cut wasn’t big, but perhaps because Lu Shiran had cut with too much force, it was deep—just a bit deeper and he would probably have lost a piece of flesh.

Qiao Yun shot Lu Shiran a glance, her eyes full of reproach for not cherishing his body.

Lu Shiran: “…”

This sister, so scary.

Qiao Yun said nothing, focusing on disinfecting the wound with alcohol.

Lu Shiran dared not speak either, his gaze falling on Qiao Yun’s hands as she treated the wound.

Her hands were small, but her fingers were long and looked very nice.

They were hands well-suited for doing research.

“Are you going to pursue a career in research?” asked Lu Shiran, trying to make conversation. A cold-faced sister is scary.

Without looking up, Qiao Yun answered, “I’ve been on that path.”

Lu Shiran pondered over these words. Alright, he didn’t understand, and gave up trying to.

Then… the atmosphere got awkward again.

By then, Qiao Yun had finished dressing the wound. She packed up the medical kit without a word and then finally lifted her eyes, looking seriously at Lu Shiran.

“You promised me, no matter what happens in the future, you won’t run away. We made a pinky promise.”

Lu Shiran was momentarily stunned, then remembered.

It turned out his sister had known long ago that it was his mother who had abandoned her, yet she didn’t expose it right then. Instead, she patiently built up his psychological strength.

She gave him a reason he could not escape from.

Lu Shiran’s eyes felt slightly sore. “I know, I won’t run away.”

He still had his father, his grandparents; he couldn’t let himself fall apart.

When Qiao Yun saw he had come to understand, she raised her little hand and ruffled Lu Shiran’s fluffy hair: “Good boy.”

Lu Shiran: “…”

Was something off here? Had he been treated like a child?

Lu Shiran’s face turned red in an instant.

…

At six in the morning.

Lu Shiran, who had finally managed to fall asleep, was dug out of bed by Lu Zhanxing.

“Get up, what are you sleeping for? Come run with me, sweat it out, and forget all that unpleasant stuff.”

The man was dressed in a black sports outfit, radiating youthful energy.

Making the pale-faced Lu Shiran look like a seriously ill patient on the brink of death.

Lu Shiran glowered, “Are you sick or something?”

“Together,” Qiao Yun peeked out from behind Lu Zhanxing.

Lu Shiran: “…”

“Right, we’re all sick together,” Lu Zhanxing sniffed at Lu Shiran.

Sniff, you sister-obsessed freak.

Then.

Lu Shiran was dragged into running five kilometers, feeling as if his lungs were about to burst.

Meanwhile, Qiao Yun and Lu Zhanxing only had a little sweat at their temples and were mildly out of breath, looking like they could go on for another five hundred kilometers.

Lu Shiran’s competitive spirit flared up, and he shouted, “Ahhhh! Charge!”

“Come on, let’s see who’s faster.”

Lu Zhanxing easily passed Lu Shiran, patting his shoulder in a somewhat condescending manner.

“That’s it? That’s all you got?”

“Damn it, Lu Zhanxing, I’m going to beat you! Ahhhh…”

A gentle breeze lifted the hems of their clothes as the young man sprinted into the morning light with all his might.

Qiao Yun trailed behind, watching slowly, with her eyes softening bit by bit, and her entire person seeming to come to life.

Picking up the pace, she passed her two brothers and teased them with a lifted eyebrow, “I’m going on ahead, you guys take your time.”

Lu Shiran: “…”

Lu Zhanxing: “…”

The sister, challenging them? What an unusual sight!

“Sister, wait for me…”

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