Chapter 1093 - The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (91)

Chapter 1093 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (91)
Bai Weiwei still had an elopement task hanging over her head.
She didn’t dare to move. Her small face was pale, and a fine sheen of sweat shone on her forehead. Her body’s orchid scent became richer and more alluring due to her intense reaction.
Qi Chimu’s expression was indifferent. Only a pair of deep and bottomless black eyes were visible.
The knife in his hand was stable, so stable that it left the little prey in front of him with no room to escape.
The woman before him was still that little wretch who hid vicious thoughts in her heart and could be cruel to the people she didn’t like.
He had always known that she disliked him.
But at first, it was just for revenge, getting the thrill of torturing her.
Later, his heart softened, and he couldn’t help but want to make her smile. When she smiled at him, his heart melted like snow in spring.
And now, it had reached the point of beseeching obsession.
His voice was a bit hoarse. “Weiwei, I know you’re afraid of death, so just say you love me ba.”
Even if it was self-deception, it could make him drum up his courage again, to confine her and prevent her from leaving.
Just once was fine.
Bai Weiwei stiffened. Saying ‘I love you’ ensured the favorability was over 95.
The system urged in her ears, “Quick, say the elopement lines, and the mini task will finish.”
Bai Weiwei: “I want to say I love him.”
System: “Then say it ba, let’s go dance with dogs together.”
Bai Weiwei: “…”
This world really made one despair over the unreasonableness ah.
Bai Weiwei was close to collapse. Her face was pallid, and her lips had lost their color from fright.
She seemed to desperately wish to become non-existent air. She pressed her lips together tightly, her eyes slightly flushed, making her look pitifully nervous.
“Qi Chimu, who do you think you are? My brother died because of you! I hate you! You’re just a poor boy with no authority, no power, and no foundations. You eat my family’s food and drink and still don’t know to be grateful, only threatening me and harming me.”
She choked up, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Unyielding and desolate.
It was an expression that had never appeared on her face before.
Qi Chimu wanted to refute that he had lost his dignity in her family’s home, perpetually in danger1, not living well at all. And her brother was undoubtedly guilty2.
To hate the Bai family was even proper and expected.
But in the face of her reddened and fragile expression, not a word left his lips.
Bai Weiwei glared with wide eyes, fangs bared and claws out like a paper tiger.
“You forced me to marry you, and you treated me like that. I’m not the kind of good person who can forgive you after eating a loss. I am small-minded and petty–if someone vents to me, I will pay it back a hundred times. If you kill me today, I will tell you I’ve eloped. I want to anger you to death.”
As soon as the word elopement came up.
The word ‘Complete’ appeared on the mini task result panel.
And when Qi Chimu heard her words, he was stunned for a long moment. He had always been an intelligent person.
He immediately caught onto the key point in her words.
“You… don’t like that pale-faced scholar3 and want to elope with him?”
Due to his eagerness, the knife in his hands used a bit more force, and a drop of blood immediately formed and fell down her pale, eye-catching neck.
This bead of blood instantly caused all of Qi Chimu’s muscles to tense.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the piercing pain in his heart, and didn’t move the knife away. He continued, “You don’t like him. You just wanted to make me angry ba.”
Bai Weiwei sneered, but her expression was a bit stiff. She suddenly reached up to grab the knife.
She had always been delicate and afraid of pain. Qi Chimu never expected her to do this.
1: 朝不保夕: at dawn, not sure of lasting to evening; precarious state; living from hand to mouth.↩
2: 死有余辜: one’s crimes deserve more than death.↩
3: 白面书生: lit. pale-faced scholar; young and inexperienced person without practical experience. The meaning behind the pale part is that scholars spend all their time inside studying and reading, so they’re pale.↩