Mo Lan’er’s spite flared up wildly—damn it, she might as well just go all the way and take care of that Xiaoxi once and for all, the one who had the nerve to seduce the Lady!
Although her own abilities weren’t suited for direct combat, she was at least an A Grade Monster, and back in the day, she had been the Blood Moon Witch’s right hand.
As for Xiaoxi? She wasn’t anything special. Taking down a D-Rank Magical Girl should be a piece of cake.
Mo Lan’er was quite confident about this.
All she needed was to use Aluanbel’s abilities to stage an accident, and she could quietly and effortlessly get rid of that little blonde who dared to seduce the Lady without anyone noticing!
Of course, Mo Lan’er only entertained the thought; she was firmly resolved never to do anything that would make Ye Xinglan sad.
“Lady, you do realize that crows are all black everywhere, right? Magical Girls aren’t exactly saints, let alone the Association’s lackeys! Are you sure you’ve thought this through?”
Ye Xinglan didn’t respond, curling her knees close while sitting on the sofa. After a long pause, she whispered softly, “…She’s different.”
Mo Lan’er nearly lost her breath, feeling as helpless as a father watching his daughter get bewitched by a blonde and dragged away, powerless to stop it.
She shouldn’t have let the Lady go to that blasted matchmaking event!
Right, it was Mo Lan’er herself who had arranged for Ye Xinglan to attend that very matchmaking session.
At the time, Mo Lan’er had painstakingly helped Ye Xinglan fabricate a completely new identity and orchestrated a series of activities to make the identity seem authentic—such as going to a matchmaking event.
For a single woman of Ye Xinglan’s age, going to matchmaking was perfectly reasonable. But Mo Lan’er admitted she had her own selfish reasons.
She and Ye Xinglan were like sisters. Although Mo Lan’er harbored no improper feelings for Ye Xinglan, from the standpoint of family, she was unwilling to see Ye Xinglan’s pure heart fall prey to some pig.
So, she had carefully chosen the worst candidate from the matchmaker—a guy without a steady job or prospects.
Back then, Mo Lan’er was convinced that Ye Xinglan would never take a liking to such a penniless nobody… but damn, what she feared most was exactly what happened!
And since it was her arrangement, Mo Lan’er felt as though she had personally sent Ye Xinglan into the tiger’s den. Now, all she felt was regret. Deep regret!
Rubbing her temples with a headache, Mo Lan’er’s eyes revealed a peculiar feature—a four-leaf clover-shaped mark right at the center of her irises.
Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she took out a contact lens case, put on two black lenses, and headed toward the entrance hall.
“Aluan, don’t be impulsive.”
“Lady, don’t worry! I’m not going to do anything reckless. I just want to see who exactly this Xiaoxi is, to be able to captivate the Lady like this!”
Mo Lan’er ground her teeth. She wasn’t against Ye Xinglan finding someone, and she hoped Ye Xinglan could live a happy, ordinary life… but she couldn’t just be with a Magical Girl! Especially one with such poor credentials—just a D-Rank rookie.
In Mo Lan’er’s eyes, it would at least have to be a Magical Girl of the caliber of the Eternal Star to be worthy of her Lady!
…
Meanwhile, Xiaoxi had just finished her morning patrol and was preparing to go home to cook lunch for Ye Xinglan.
The weather was scorching at noon, and she happened to see Xiaohongmao buying a bottle of iced water at a convenience store.
Xiaoxi frowned and, without hesitation, snatched the bottle from Xiaohongmao’s hand.
“I told you to drink less ice water. Haven’t you been…”
Halfway through, Xiaoxi abruptly stopped herself. She suddenly realized her current identity was Magic Girl Sirius, not the sister of that brat.
This was why Sirius avoided interacting too much with people who knew the original Xiaoxi; juggling multiple identities only made it easier to slip up.
“What I mean is, girls should really drink less ice water; it’s bad for your stomach… Anyway, I’m off now!”
Xiaoxi gave a dry explanation before dashing away at full speed, leaving Xiaohongmao staring blankly after her.
Xiaohongmao frowned. Their relationship certainly wasn’t close enough for her to meddle, but she felt Sirius’ tone just now was oddly like an elder scolding her—as if her older sister would speak that way.
On her way home, Xiaoxi received a message from her Editor.
The Editor asked if Xiaoxi could update a little more often each day. Since her book went live last week, the performance was better than expected.
Taking advantage of the launch momentum, more frequent updates might help increase popularity.
Xiaoxi gave a wry smile. She wanted to write more too, but three thousand words a day just to maintain perfect attendance was already her limit.
After hearing her explanation, the Editor was understanding.
“I get it. Many authors write part-time to earn some extra money. It’s normal to struggle with update frequency. By the way, I saw your profile when we did the contract signing—you’re currently settled in Summersea City, right?”
Though Xiaoxi didn’t understand why the Editor brought up her location, she replied with a simple “Yes.”
“There might be a good opportunity coming your way, but I can’t say much until things are finalized. Don’t worry about updating less for now, just don’t go on a long hiatus.”
As Xiaoxi pondered what this matter could have to do with where she lived, someone suddenly blocked her path.
She looked up and met a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent.
“You must be Xiaoxi, right?”
“You’re the one from last time…”
Xiaoxi recalled seeing this person when Ye Xinglan moved houses.
At their previous meeting, she found the person familiar but couldn’t place where she had seen that face.
“You don’t need to know my name. Just know that I’m responsible for taking care of the Lady. I want to have a private talk with Miss Xiaoxi, if that’s alright.”
A stretched luxury car pulled up by the roadside.
Though Xiaoxi didn’t recognize the brand, she could tell it was extremely expensive.
“That’s fine, but I was just about to go home to cook for Xinglan…”
“It’s alright. I’ve already informed the Lady about this.”
Hearing Xiaoxi refer to the Lady so intimately, Mo Lan’er’s murderous gaze intensified.
The woman must be family to Ye Xinglan. Xiaoxi had no objections but didn’t understand why Mo Lan’er looked so fierce—as if Xiaoxi had stolen something precious from her.
Xiaoxi got into the car, initially thinking Mo Lan’er just wanted to chat somewhere.
But before long, the car stopped in front of a restaurant downtown, whose exterior alone screamed high prices.
“Miss… Housekeeper? You didn’t have to choose such an expensive place to entertain me.”
Startled, Xiaoxi felt out of place and didn’t know Mo Lan’er’s name, so she settled on the polite “Housekeeper Miss.”