Chapter 1011 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (8)
Qi Chimu couldn’t help but turn his face, moving close to that hand.
The owner of that hand hesitated, but did not move away.
Qi Chimu’s furrowed brows loosened.
【Ding, male lead’s favorability: -45.】
This feeling. The sleeping Qi Chimu thought that he would die again this time.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in that dilapidated room.
He truly did return to this world.
He felt a hand resting by his neck, the fingertips grazing his jaw and causing a ticklish sensation.
Qi Chimu was stunned. He turned his head.
He saw Bai Weiwei lying on the bed, her beautiful brows softly knit together and a bright beautiful face that did not have the usual flamboyantly shining feeling, but more so made one feel it was pitiful and weak.
He stared at her with complex and vigilant eyes.
If not for Bai Weiwei’s timely arrival, perhaps he would have been reborn and walked down the same path.
His body would have been completely worn down.
Even without that cup of poison, his body would not last for more than a few years.
But today, she obstructed the medicine-feeding disaster and also specially came to… nurse him?
Qi Chimu felt it was impossible for Bai Weiwei to have found her conscience.
So was there any purpose?
Bai Weiwei slept uncomfortably. She seemed to have perceived Qi Chimu’s gaze. Her lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The watery eyes that held the drowsy grogginess of having just woken up were extraordinarily clean1 and clear, none of the inner viciousness visible.
Qi Chimu’s eyes sank, and he shifted his gaze away.
Bai Weiwei had an expression of lethargy and blankness. Then, she finally seemed to recall something.
“Biao ge.”
This “biao ge” seemed like melting ice and blooming flowers, a sweet and soft spring water.
It made Qi Chimu abruptly look over.
Bai Weiwei gave an insincere smile. “Biao ge, is your health better?”
There was a tremor in Qi Chimu’s calm eyes.
He pursed his lips, saying after a long silence, “I cannot afford you calling me biao ge.”
Bai Weiwei had already been in a bad mood. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Did you think I enjoy2 calling you biao ge? If not…”
She hurriedly closed her mouth and gave him a fierce look.
That well-known fierce vigor had returned.
This was the Bai Weiwei he was familiar with.
Bai Weiwei immediately softened her temper and called out delicately again. “Biao ge, you and I are cousins in the first place. Could you afford to be called anything else?”
Qi Chimu gave her a deep look, silently for a moment, then gave a smile.
“If biao mei says so.”
Bai Weiwei immediately sighed in relief, then said, “I was not good to you before. Now that you have seen how hard I worked today to care for you, you can forget the past ba.”
Forget the past ba.
If it was supposed to be a light-hearted statement, how could someone say something so foolish and obtuse?
The smile at the corners of Qi Chimu’s lips became an angry grimace.
Bai Weiwei, thinking he had agreed, gave a smile.
That smile actually held hints of innocence and naivete.
Qi Chimu felt like his mocking smile was like smiling at a blind man.
He took a deep breath. “For what reason did biao mei come to see me today?”
Bai Weiwei: “Nothing, I just wanted to see you. After all, you and I have grown up together and share deep and profound sentiments. Isn’t it natural for me to come see you when you are sick?”
Deep and profound sentiments.
It was deep and profound hatred ba.
Qi Chimu had always known that Bai Weiwei’s brain wasn’t good. Since childhood, she was the only di child.
Was there anybody who didn’t rush up to flatter and coax her?
He had also known about her viciousness in his previous life.
But this stupidity was something he only thoroughly came to understand today.
Bai Weiwei seemed to think that with these few words, their years of grievances were resolved.
She promptly smiled. “Biao ge.”
The corners of Qi Chimu’s mouth twitched. “Mn.”
Bai Weiwei hesitated again, wanting to say something but stopping herself before she could.
Then she sweetly called out, “Biao ge.”
Qi Chimu narrowed his eyes, with not a change in his voice. “Mn, biao mei, why do you call me?”
Bai Weiwei hesitated for a while. Just as she was about to speak a maid suddenly spoke from outside. “Young Miss, it’s dark. We should go.”
Bai Weiwei immediately jumped up, like a rabbit fleeing from its cage. “Okay, I’m coming.”
As though staying with Qi Chimu was like being imprisoned with him.
Bai Weiwei hurriedly said, “I will come see you tomorrow.”
Saying this, she turned around and left. There wasn’t an ounce of deep and profound sentiment, not even a bit of reluctance to part.
Qi Chimu stared profoundly at her retreating figure, waiting until she left.
That was when he discovered a handkerchief, strewn on the floor.
On it were embroidered peach blossoms.
Was it so disgusting to wipe something for him?
Qi Chimu’s gaze was dark and cold.
Then, for some unfathomable reason, he reached out to pick up the handkerchief and stuffed it into his sleeve.
What was Bai Weiwei seeking to do?
Why was she suddenly so good to him?
And this good treatment was more like she was being forced to come.
1: 稀罕 to cherish or value as a rarity.↩
2: 偏生黑白清澈: extraordinarily black and white and clear, possibly a reference to the iris and sclera.↩