Bai Weiwei looked both anxious and furious as she heard his words that bordered on frivolous.
She shoved him away, but she’d used too much force, and she fell to the cold, hard floor.
Bai Weiwei’s face was flushed with anger, as well as a trace of embarrassment.
“Qi Chimu, if you didn’t have that secret in your hands, who would care about you ah?!”
Qi Chimu and system: Secret?
A flash of doubt streaked through Qi Chimu’s heart, but he revealed nothing on his face, remaining profound and inscrutable.
“I have your secret, yet you’re still treating me like this?”
Bai Weiwei sneered. “You think I’m willing to please you ah? I’m itching to strangle you.”
The warmth in Qi Chimu’s eyes vanished.
His voice grew cold. “Then you can just beat me to death. Why bother feigning emotions this way.”
This was who Bai Weiwei was. All the previous doubts about her change in attitude were shattered.
She hadn’t changed.
She still had that appearance that provoked people’s ire.
Bai Weiwei immediately stood up and pounced. She stretched out her slender and weak fingers and clutched his neck.
“I’ll strangle you, just like this. I’ve never fawned over someone before. What part of a person like you is worthy of my fawning?”
Her ice-cold fingers cut through the dark snow.
Her entire body carried a sense of coldness, adding on an icy sensation to her fragrance.
And Qi Chimu didn’t know why, even though she wanted to strangle him, he didn’t feel any anger.
Instead, her body desperately rubbed against him, squeezing and pressing, allowing him to ignore the pressure on his neck. What he felt more was a strange, boiling sensation.
Qi Chimu reached up and grasped her wrists, his voice strained. “Enough, have you gone crazy?”
Her body was too soft, too fragrant.
He couldn’t help but want to avoid it.
A certain thirst forced him to push Bai Weiwei away.
Bai Weiwei fell to the ground a second time. She remained there for a while, her eyes suddenly growing red.
Grievance and anger bubbled up at the same time.
Her voice trembled. “Don’t tell people. I know I was not good to you before. Now that you have a handle on me, you must be waiting to take revenge on me.”
She insisted on maintaining an expression of anger, but it was undermined by the thin choked sobs in her throat.
She looked even more pitiful.
Qi Chimu paused, pressing down the untimely sourness in his heart.
Then he said with a calm and cold expression, “Oh, if you are obedient, I will not retaliate against you.”
He clearly didn’t know what secret she was referring to.
But the quick-witted Qi Chimu surmised that Bai Weiwei likely misunderstood that he had some secret of hers in his grasp.
And her previous good treatment towards him wasn’t for the map in his hand.
Seeing her acting like this, she must have no idea about the existence of that wealth.
Qi Chimu lured her in bit by bit. “If that secret is revealed, you definitely will not live well ba.”
Bai Weiwei frowned, the tears in her eyes refusing to fall.
Qi Chimu saw her holding back her tears and felt a baffling sense delight.
He suddenly felt that this weepy appearance was cute.
It made him want to make her cry more miserably.
A faint smile appeared on Bai Weiwei’s face. “Could you please, give back the paper with my eight characters1?”
Her eight characters…
Qi Chimu’s eyes flashed with a sharp light. Why was she worried about her eight characters?
Bai Weiwei continued, “If my mother knows that I, that I was the wrong child, she will definitely not want me.”
Qi Chimu: “…”
The… wrong child?
The system, who had just bought a pack of dried mangoes and was watching the show with an expressionless face, dropped the snacks in its hands.
1: 生辰八字: 8 characters or 8 words, also known as the Four Pillars of Destiny. The collective data of one’s birth that’s used to calculate fate. It was also traditionally used in ancient times to look for a marriage partner with a complimentary bazi.↩
