The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (107)
Qi Chimu thought this and was just about to throw the teacup when a fair, delicate hand suddenly shot over.
Smacking the teacup out of his hands.
Qi Chimu’s hands were empty, but they still maintained the action of holding the teacup.
Her movements were too fast that Qi Chimu’s mind was unable to process it. He could only stare at her stupidly.
Bai Weiwei waited until the system announced the side task was complete and immediately knocked the teacup in Qi Chimu’s hands away.
After all, if she killed the capture target, her main mission would be finished.
When she gave Qi Chimu the poisoned tea, she had already determined that, no matter how deranged the main system was, it still wouldn’t joke with the main mission.
Sure enough, when she handed over the tea, the countdown to the completion of the side task began.
So long as Qi Chimu held the teacup for more than two minutes, whether or not he drank it the side task would be considered completed.
And she deliberately used the same poison that killed Qi Chimu in his last life.
This was because after Qi Chimu died once, he must have studied the poison and also had a particularly deep impression of it.
As long as she gave him this cup of tea, he would be able to smell something was off about it.
Then he definitely wouldn’t drink it. He’d even pick up the teacup to drag out the time and interrogate her about why it was poisoned.
After asking, two minutes would pass.
Then, she would immediately hug his thigh and beg for forgiveness, relying on the 99-point love value.
Of course, Qi Chimu’s attitude would be–else could he do? Of course he would forgive her ah.
But she didn’t expect Qi Chimu’s brain to have a pit.
He clearly knew that the tea was poisoned.
Yet he still brought it to his mouth.
Fortunately he hesitated for a while. Otherwise, it was likely that two minutes wouldn’t have passed.
After two minutes, she knocked the cup away and heaved a sigh of relief.
Qi Chimu stared blankly, then looked back at the broken teacup on the floor.
Bai Weiwei clenched her fists. The hand she’d used to smack the teacup away had turned red due to using too much force.
Her face was pale, and even the faint red of the rouge could not cover up her unpleasant complexion.
As though she’d just woken from a dream, she parted her lips and cried out with fear, “Don’t drink! I poisoned it, don’t drink it!”
Qi Chimu stepped back. He stared at her, not daring to believe it.
He had thought he’d already reached the deepest depths of hell, unable to climb back out.
But these words dragged him back to the mortal world, where everywhere was bright.
Qi Chimu glimpsed the sorrow and fear in her eyes and knew she’d been frightened.
It didn’t matter whether she wanted to poison him. He only knew that she was afraid. He couldn’t bear for her to be scared.
He hurriedly stepped forward, but Bai Weiwei immediately scurried several steps back. Her tears fell.
“I didn’t mean it, they took my mother, took so many people to threaten me, threaten me to…”
Qi Chimu stretched out his arms and pulled her into his arms.
He hugged her tightly, grasping the hand she’d used to knock away the teacup. As expected, the soft and boneless hand had turned red.
She’d used too much force in her anxiousness.
After colliding with the teacup, of course the one who was hurt was her.
The dark and twisted haze in Qi Chimu’s eyes was gone. There was only tender pity.
“Does it hurt?”
Bai Weiwei’s face was pale. She watched him in confusion, seeming to be unable to understand what he was doing.
Qi Chimu patiently asked again, “Does it hurt?”
Bai Weiwei pursed her lips, the rims of her eyes completely red. She finally nodded aggrievedly.
“It hurts. Qi Chimu, It hurts enough to die.”
She really did hurt.
The system wanted to give her pain relief, but she refused.
Because this used up too much life value.
