Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

Mia pointed at the water glass with a trembling finger: "You, you put shit in it?"

Dio poked his head out from under the quilt, his expression a little twisted: "I haven't let him go."

"laxative?"

"No."

"cockroach?"

"No!" Dio yelled at her and shrank back into the quilt, "I don't think you really want to apologize."

"I, I..." Mia bit her lip, cruelly, walked over, picked up the cup, and poured it into her mouth.

The liquid in the cup tasted like chocolate milk. Mia would definitely like it if it was just that, but it was very salty.

Very salty.

The bitter salt and the sweet chocolate milk fight in the mouth, like Tom meeting Jerry.

Mia glanced at the half-filled cup, frowned, tears welling up in her eyes: "Dior, I..."

Dio had already poked his head out from under the quilt at some point, admiring her frowning look: "If you like shit, I can change it for you."

"No need." Mia gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and finished the rest of the milk.

It tasted so bad that the girl’s fleshy little face was as wrinkled as a plum blossom. Looking at her funny expression, Dio burst out laughing.

"Ugh - I seem to have seen Lord Salt. I can't do it anymore..." Mia fell into the bed, her eyes dull and motionless.

Dio seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on his face: "Let me get you a glass of water."

After that, without waiting for Mia to respond, he walked out of the room.

Mia happened to be too lazy to move, so she got into his warm bed and was in a daze.

Maybe it was because the warm and soft quilt was too comfortable, but Mia, who had not felt sleepy at all just now, suddenly felt so sleepy that her eyelids twitched.

In a daze, she seemed to see an orange cat.

The orange cat was so big and looked fierce, but she felt very kind to it.

The orange cat kept holding her and acting coquettishly, brushing her legs with his tail, and talked to her a lot. Unfortunately, she was too sleepy to remember a single letter.

Perhaps irritated by her absentmindedness, the orange cat bit the back of her neck...

Her consciousness sank to the bottom, and Mia had no memory of what happened next.

The next day.

The morning light shines through the white window screen and onto Mia's puppy quilt.

She opened her eyes and touched the back of her neck: "Why does it hurt? Are you allergic?"

Isn't the stand-in hypoallergenic?

Mia was full of questions and applied ointment to herself.

Soon, the heartless Mia forgot about this dream and turned to caring about recruiting servants.

After Daisy's death, Mia and Jonny were left with a mountain of unanswered chores that they simply couldn't finish.

After listening to Mia's complaints, Dio scolded "despicable Johnny" a few times before agreeing to find some servants for the family.

Typically, wealthier families would employ four servants, including a footman - a boy who ran errands and did the heavy lifting. But for some unknown reason, all Dior found were girls.

There are five new maids in total. They are dressed in traditional maid uniforms, with long black skirts and ruffled aprons. They are simple and capable, exuding the unique romantic atmosphere of the old era.

They work neatly and have decent etiquette, as if they were ordinary, dedicated maids.

But Mia always felt that they were a little too respectful to Dio. Often when Dior opens his mouth, they will rush to do it, as if the cold-faced arrogant man has gold in his body.

in the living room.

Mia is wearing a new rabbit nightgown from Dior and is knitting a scarf. The maid stood nearby, occasionally refilling her cup with hot tea.

squeak-

When the door opened, Mia turned her head and saw that Dio, who had been away from home for several days, was back, and said hello with a smile.

"You're back. I miss you so much. What have you been doing outside these days?"

The rabbit nightgown was loose, soft, like a flower, gently covering her, making her sweet smile look very playful. The long pink bunny ears lie on the back, making people want to pull them.

"I figured something out." Dio clenched the bouquet in his hand, avoided Mia's eyes, and walked towards her slowly.

At this time, the maid retreated with a knowing look, leaving space for the two of them.

Looking behind Dior warily, Mia reminded: "Recently, I always feel strange sights. Be careful when you go out."

"Okay." Dio nodded and looked at the thing in her hand, "What are you knitting?"

"Your scarf." Mia held up the crooked semi-finished product, her eyes overflowing with happiness, "I specifically asked the grandma next door for advice. Does it look good?"

Stupid monkey may not be a suitable wife...

Dio was stunned, then sat next to her, his voice was rare and gentle: "It seems that grandma's craftsmanship is not very good."

Mia curved her red lips, revealing her sweet dimples: "It doesn't matter. I'll knit a few more, and one of them will look good."

"No matter how hard the monkey works, it will only produce blackened banana peels." With a disdainful snort, Dior slowly took out the bouquet in his hand.

It was a holding of Phalaenopsis, with white, pink and purple flowers intertwined, like colorful moonlight, extremely beautiful.

"Wow -" little stars lit up in her eyes, Mia took it in surprise, "Why did you suddenly send me flowers?"

"Didn't I say it before? I figured something out." Meeting her admiring eyes, Dio smiled meaningfully.

After smelling the delicious fragrance of flowers, Mia leaned on Dio's shoulder: "I don't understand."

"You will understand soon." Dio took out a hairpin and put it into Mia's palm.

It was a rose hairpin, exactly the same as the birthday gift Mia received before.

Mia curled her lips and put the hairpin in her hair: "Didn't you say you threw it away?"

"I found it in my pocket." Dior lowered his head and gently kissed the bright red rose hairpin.

"Oh~ So you lied to me and lost it because you were afraid of being embarrassed if you couldn't find it!"

"Fool."

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Dio grabbed Mia's bunny ears and knotted them violently.

"My ears!" Mia reached behind her hands and untied her ears with tears in her eyes.

"I'm going to show my filial piety to Lao Deng." Dio stood up and Shi Shiran walked into the basement.

Dario was awakened by the sound of Dio opening the door, with panic and resentment in his eyes.

Dio will come and take revenge whenever he gets a chance. He was so scarred that he could no longer live for a few days.

To be honest, he had no intention of living in this hellish day.

Before leaving, he wanted to give his good son a gift.

Mia was not his child.

She was an abandoned baby who was thrown into the streets right after birth. His wife, who was about to give birth, noticed her, picked her up nosy, and tricked him into giving birth to twins.

The birth time of the two children was almost the same, and he was not familiar with the development of babies, so he was really deceived by her.

If his wife hadn't spilled the beans one day, he might never have known the truth in his life.

He originally planned to raise Mia to be presented to Count Joestar, but he didn't expect that these two children would dare to resist...

"Dior."

Dario forced out a strange smile and looked at Dio.

"my son."

Dio frowned, a little irritated: "I'm not your son."

"No, you are! You are my descendant and have inherited my greed and viciousness! Otherwise..."

Dario laughed, his broken body breathing like a bellows.

"You wouldn't want to fuck your sister either."