Chapter 1070 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (68)
Bai Weiwei’s face instantly flushed red, and she said furiously, “You bastard, you know no shame. You’ve read texts on the four social bonds1, yet you have none of the elegance of a scholar. Simply a rogue, shameless!”
Qi Chimu watched her with a smile, not the least bit angry.
Then, with his fingers clasped around the bowl, he took a deep breath and tilted his head up to down the medicine in one go.
What entered his mouth was very, very, very bitter.
Qi Chimu’s brows knitted together, but when he realized what the substance in the bowl was, they smoothed out in happiness.
It was Chinese goldthread2.
Then he calmly handed the bowl that held a final drop of medicine to Bai Weiwei.
As though it wasn’t bitter at all.
Bai Weiwei looked at him tensely. “Don’t you feel anything?”
Qi Chimu endured the bitterness and lightly raised a brow. “What should I be feeling? A knife twisting in my stomach, or my intestines breaking apart? Did you, vicious furen3, poison it?
Bai Weiwei looked at him, unperturbed, and couldn’t help refuting. “Who would poison it? I won’t dirty my hands.”
Qi Chimu stared at her doubtfully.
Bai Weiwei, feeling guilty, poured the drop of medicine into her own mouth.
After drinking it, she had on an expression of arrogance4. “See for yourself, did I poison it or not?”
Then a wave of bitterness burst on her tongue and instantly swept through her taste buds.
Bai Weiwei froze for a moment. Her face wrinkled into a stuffed bun5.
She hurriedly spat it out, finding it bitter, and immediately went to drink water.
Seeing Bai Weiwei driven in circles by the bitter taste of the Chinese goldthread,
Qi Chimu finally laughed, no longer able to hold it in.
Placing the Chinese goldthread herself and ending up reaping what she sowed6.
Bai Weiwei regretted it immensely. She slammed the cup of water on the desk, the tip of her tongue still feeling the bitterness.
“Qi Chimu, you crafty old bastard.”
Qi Chimu choked, nearly laughing himself to death.
“That’s not a bad description.”
In his last life, he had been cursed by people as a crafty old bastard.
Hearing this curse, it was quite nostalgic.
The bitterness of the goldthread in his mouth, as well as the shadow of death left by his last life, gradually faded.
Instead, they were replaced by her appearance that was growing more distinct.
She was evil, had no brains, and was unable to tell good from bad.
She couldn’t distinguish between good and bad human relationships, and she was even more ignorant on how to endure and concede.
And solely her appearance was cute.
It was merely a tiny advantage of being cute, that was all.
Qi Chimu thought fastidiously and carefully.
【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 65.】
The system looked at it’s childish to the point of regressing into a fertilized egg, making mischief every day, cute (…evil) little girl host.
Then it looked at the reborn with great ambitions and plans, but then acting love-addled all day long, saying it’s revenge but actually bullying the girl he liked every day little schoolboy male lead.
These two people’s poisonous dog food.
Eating it would destroy its appetite.
And so it bought an extra pack of instant noodles to reduce its stress.
Qi Chimu recovered from his waist injury and finally pondered how to approach the third prince.
He recalled the hairpin from his last life had turned up when Bai Weiwei’s maidservant was tidying up the things in the warehouse.
Because it looked pretty.
Bai Weiwei had worn it for a while.
He saw it and found it familiar, then spotted his family’s special markings etched on the surface.
And so he used a ruse to get the hairpin into his hands.
That was when he discovered the immense wealth.
In this life, because his encounters with Bai Weiwei had changed, the timing of looking for the hairpin had also changed.
Qi Chimu was in no hurry, because meeting the third prince ahead of time was better than any wealth.
He pondered for a moment, then found out through inquiries that three people had recently come to study and reside in the Great Temple.
One of them lived in Venerable Plum Tree7. The gentleman living in the best side room should be the third prince.
1: 文人风度: sense of propriety, justice, integrity, honor.↩
2: 黄连: Chinese goldthread (Coptis chinensis), which is often used in traditional Chinese medicine to treat gastrointestinal diseases or ailments. Known to be extremely bitter but also a very effective medicinal herb↩
3: 妇人: title for a married woman.↩
4: 小人得志: a vile character flourishes; an inferior person gets into a position of power, becoming conceited and arrogant.↩
5: Buns. Piper: I almost deleted this one, since I assume people know what a bun is, but then again, thanks to Kung Fu Panda, I thought these were called dumplings, so each time I ordered them at Chinese restaurants, I always got disappointed with pot-stickers instead of buns… So ya, this is a Bun↩
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6: 自讨苦吃: to ask for trouble; to make a rod for one’s own back.↩
7: 老梅树: lit. old plum tree. It sounds like the name of a courtyard based on context and not that the third prince literally lives IN a plum tree.↩