The little girl, seeing things going south, quickly stepped up to mediate. Her intervention eventually eased Wang San’s face a bit. "Hmph, enough already, for Qi Qi’s sake, I can’t be bothered to argue with him." Wang San stormed off, but after walking a bit, he suddenly stopped. He turned back, glaring at the siblings, and spat out viciously, "Dumb death, what trash!!" Now, Chen Si was indifferent, but the previously clever and vivacious girl, like a Universal Ointment, suddenly darkened her face. She clenched her little fists, her eyes narrowing into slits, then stamped her foot, and a little bee slid down her trouser leg, shakily flew towards Wang San, and suddenly stung him on the lips. At that moment, Wang San felt a sharp pain on his lips, but two hours later... His mouth had swollen up like a sausage, and it hurt every time he spoke. Despite seeing several "Doctors," it remained incurable, and he eventually had to stew in his own frustration. The room Wang San had arranged for the two of them was very basic and not very clean. On their first day, the little girl, like a diligent butterfly, fluttered about, wiping and cleaning. Chen Si seemed quite unhappy, suddenly grabbing the girl’s hand, about to speak, then remembering he was supposed to be a mute at the moment, so he shut up, pushed the girl back into the room, and rolled up his sleeves to take over her cleaning. Sitting on a stool, she blinked, wondering, was he really angry? Yes, it seemed he really was! All because Wang San called her "Qi Qi," so he got mad? "Anger harms the liver," she quickly walked towards Chen Si, coquettishly tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Can you not be mad, please? Besides..." she looked around, no one was in sight. She pulled his head lower, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, like she was stealing, "Qi Qi isn’t even my real name, just an alias, cheer up, okay?" Seeing she seemed not to understand, he darkened his face and awkwardly turned away. The real Dong Huiying, the fake Chen Qiqi, was speechless about this. What was up with him? Why was he so incredibly moody today, almost rivaling the petty Shu Yu and the hotheaded Yue Ning? Sure, being angry is one thing, but why can’t he be consoled? She felt somewhat helpless, even more bewildered, and ultimately a bit aggrieved. Pitifully clutching a small rag, she turned and went to wipe the tables and chairs. As she turned, he paused for a moment, then he gave her a deep look and quickly followed her. "Not mad anymore?" she beamed. He gave her a cold glance, snatched the rag from her hand, and then he turned and walked away. Could they still lead a normal life, ah?? Since soothing him was futile, she stopped trying. Embracing a life of zen. Honestly, she was just upset by him. Really, it’s always , he always kept his feelings bottled up inside. She wasn’t a worm in his stomach. If something was bothering him, he could just say it, tell her, but he just got upset all of a sudden, and she couldn’t even soothe him... Forget it, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became! Moody, her face, transformed by makeup, dark and only passably pretty, grew even moodier. Yet she did not know... He was upset not because he hadn’t said it directly, but because when he said "Wife, Wife," she hadn’t understood, nor had she grasped the meaning behind those words...