After I traveled through the book, the scheming little villain had ulterior motives towards me

An Yuannian cleaned up the last bite of rice in the bowl.

"I'm so full. Thank you, Aunt Zhou. I'll go back to my room first." An Yuannian put down the bowl and ran to the entrance to get a paper bag and Meng Xuanchen's black scarf.

Then he ran upstairs.

Qi Yiheng looked at the black scarf and paper bag in An Yuannian's right hand when she went upstairs, and his mood suddenly became very bad.

Usually, his sister would watch TV or play with her phone in the living room, and then take him to see a movie after he finished his meal.

Not today, I didn't even say hello to him before going upstairs.

And he remembered clearly that his sister was wearing a white scarf because his sister asked him to go to her room to get it this morning.

Now it's black.

Qi Yiheng finished the last bite of rice in the bowl.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhou. I'll go upstairs first. Remember to go to bed early." After saying that, Qi Yiheng got up and sat on the sofa to continue reading his financial news.

The things on TV that usually interested him now did not interest him at all.

All I could think about was that scarf and the paper bag.

I inexplicably felt that my sister had been taken away by someone.

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An Yuannian put Meng Xuanchen's scarf on the bed and curled up in the room with the bay window as a cushion, a thin blanket covering her legs, and started studying on her mobile phone.

[Host, long time no see.] Zhaocai happily came to see An Yuannian.

"Finally you're back. What did you reward me with this time?" An Yuannian took out some wool from a paper bag and placed it beside him.

[What can it be? It’s the same old stuff every year. It’s so annoying.] An Yuannian could see the smug look on Zhaocai’s face clearly.

"If you could just control that expression on your face, I wouldn't want to pull you out and beat you up." An Yuannian put the things in place with her hands skillfully.

Take out a wooden knitting needle, pull out the thread end, tie a knot, pass it to someone, pull it out, thread the needle in and tighten it. This is the first stitch. Then pull it again and pass it through the second stitch. Your movements are becoming more and more skillful.

Gradually the sixteen stitches are completed and the next step comes slowly.

[Host~You are such a woman who doesn't understand romance.] Zhaocai suppressed the smugness on his face and looked at what An Yuannian was doing.

"Hey, hurry up and be normal." An Yuannian rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. Why is this system becoming more and more shameless?

It's like gradually liberating nature.

[Okay, but I still want to thank the host for the rating. I love you.] Zhaocai was so happy just thinking about the score that he couldn't close his mouth.

The host generously scored 99 points out of a full score of 100.

"I don't like empty thanks. You might as well give me something. I'm superficial and just like gold." An Yuannian's hands kept moving, and the small section she wove was very beautiful.

[Hello, host, my intern is looking for me, so I'll go back first.] After saying that, Zhaocai slipped away again.

An Yuannian was speechless, wondering if this system should be so spineless.

So stingy.

An Yuannian stopped what she was doing, took out her cell phone, played some music, listened to it while knitting, and hummed the tune.

"Knock knock knock." Qi Yiheng stood at the door and hesitated for a long time before finally knocking on the door.

But the door did not open.

Qi Yiheng was stunned for a moment, feeling a little panicked, then he raised his hand and knocked on the door with more strength.

The door still didn't open, and Qi Yiheng's hands dropped weakly.

Did he do something wrong? Why did my sister ignore him?

He was fine this morning, but became like this when he came back this evening.

Does my sister have other children?

The random thoughts in his mind gradually took over his rationality, and he was always confused when facing his sister's attitude towards him.

Qi Yiheng habitually raised his hand to touch the agarwood bracelet on his left wrist. Now this bracelet was a little big for him, so An Yuannian helped him tie it up with a red rope.

It’s not that big now.

The faint scent of agarwood that entered his nostrils gradually calmed him down.

He can't think so wildly, my sister said to give him a little trust.

It is also possible that his sister did not hear it. Thinking of this, Qi Yiheng raised his hand and knocked on the door again. This time the door was opened.

"What's wrong with Hengheng?" An Yuannian opened the door and the music in the room instantly came into Qi Yiheng's ears.

It turns out that my sister was listening to music.

Qi Yiheng couldn't help but smile. What was there for him to think about?

"I just knocked on the door twice and you didn't open it." Qi Yiheng's voice was small and his tone was filled with grievance.

"I was just listening to music, sorry." An Yuannian said as she brought Qi Yiheng into the room.

She covered the things on the bay window with a thin blanket, so they could not be seen from the outside.

Qi Yiheng noticed the scarf on the bed with his sharp eyes. It was very long and black and was obviously a scarf worn by boys.

Where did my sister's scarf go?

"Sister, this scarf doesn't look like yours." Qi Yiheng asked casually.

"It's not mine, it's Meng Xuanchen's." An Yuannian stood up, picked up the scarf from the bed and casually put it on the back of the chair.

"Is he the one who sent my sister back last time?" Qi Yiheng's little hand gently stroked the black scarf on the back of the chair, with an expressionless face.

"Yes!" An Yuannian leaned against the bay window to block the slightly exposed wool.

Why didn’t she cover herself tightly when she went out just now?

"Where is my sister's scarf? I remember I got a scarf for my sister today!" Qi Yiheng's face was full of doubt and his tone was full of innocence.

"Yanyan didn't wear a scarf today, and I was afraid she would be cold, so I gave her my scarf. Then Meng Xuanchen was not cold, so he took off his scarf and gave it to me." An Yuannian said it all in one go.

"So that's how it is!" The smile on Qi Yiheng's face looked a little forced.

Sister, this time you have other children.

"Is there anything else?" An Yuannian asked. She had just forgotten to ask Qi Yiheng why he came to see her.

"Can't you just go find your sister if you have nothing to do?" Qi Yiheng narrowed his eyes slightly but there was still a sweet smile on his little face.

An Yuannian always felt that Qi Yiheng's expression was a bit strange.

Why did she feel that Zizi was like a wolf in sheep's clothing?

"Haha, of course you can come to me!" An Yuannian touched her nose embarrassedly. She felt that if she dared to say no, she would be killed.

But she is the older sister! Does this little brat want to step on her head?

"Then sister, I'll go back to my room first. Bye." After saying that, Qi Yiheng left without looking back.

An Yuannian's face was full of confusion. This little brat came and went in a hurry.

Qi Yiheng didn't put away the smile on his face until he entered the room. He opened the laptop on the table and started looking up information.

Entering the three words "Meng Xuanchen" brought up a string of information.

The only son of Meng Huaicheng, the founder of Sihuai Hospital, is fifteen years old this year. Sihuai Hospital is the largest private hospital in the country and has branches in all cities.

Qi Yiheng pursed his lips and looked at the photo on the computer screen, wondering what he was thinking in his mind.

An Yuannian watched Qi Yiheng return to the room, quickly closed the door, and pulled out the ball of wool from under the thin blanket.

Today is Tuesday and she just asked Zhaocai that there will be a heavy snow this Saturday night.

I can just finish knitting it before Saturday and give it to my baby.