Chapter 1091 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (89)
Translator: Cheese
Proofreader/editor: Willow
The chief of the hidden guards spoke from the side. “Furen left with that man.”
Qi Chimu still had his head lowered, playing with the teacup.
If there had been anyone who had known him in the last life present, they would have known that this action indicated the making of a strategic decision.
He suddenly gave a heavy sigh and stood up. “Kill ba.”
The chief of the hidden guards immediately dipped his head.
Then he turned and left.
Qi Chimu also stood up. His movements were slow and stiff, as though he were burdened with a great boulder1.
As he’d thought, he had become unreasonable after meeting her.
He could not bear the existence of that man.
He would rather die than let some other man exist in her heart.
For every one that existed, he would kill one.
Not a single person could live.
Even if he knew that she hated him enough to kill him, it didn’t matter.
He stroked the handkerchief in his hand. Embroidered on it was an ugly peony.
He had demanded the item from her. How ridiculous. All the things that had come from her hands were things he had forcefully snatched away.
It didn’t matter. Qi Chimu’s gaze was as cold and deep as ice.
He didn’t care. He would continue to snatch.
In the worst case, he would perish with her in this life2.
Bai Weiwei and Ping Linqing exchanged smiles, jostles, and glares.
The two people’s pace became faster and faster, as though they couldn’t wait to throw the other person off.
This autograph was related to their life’s fate. Whoever got it was the king of hardcore fans.
Ping Linqing suddenly fell with a thud.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes immediately lit up. She rushed forward with a burst of explosive strength.
Ping Linqing, startled, immediately tried crawling after her to catch up, but his feet were too weak. Before he could take two steps, he tripped over a stone.
With a splash, the person stumbled straight into the lake.
And he didn’t even see a sharp dagger behind him, about to be plunged into his back.
And the result? The knife wasn’t able to pierce anything, but the person had already fallen into the lake on his own.
The chief of the hidden guards appeared, looking coldly into the lake water.
The person had not surfaced after so long. He should have frozen to death.
He calmly sheathed his dagger, then turned and left.
And Bai Weiwei saw in front of her an untidy and unusual courtyard, the door half-open.
Revealing haitang flowers3 that had lost their leaves.
She knocked on the door, but no one answered. Fearing that Ping Linqing would catch up, she pushed open the door and entered.
Ping Linqing had already sent greetings to the author ahead of time, saying they would be coming to visit today.
She entered through the door and found that the surroundings were terribly quiet and still.
She didn’t think much of it and didn’t think of asking the system.
Although she loved yellow books and even more loved the cute little author who produced those yellow books, her heart still hurt after exchanging verbal shots with the system.
Therefore, Bai Weiwei lifted her lotus-colored skirt and slowly walked forward. The person amongst the romantic blooms, the flowers casting their shadows on the thin and dainty figure, held three parts brilliance and seven parts elegance.
She saw that the door to the hall of the courtyard was open and thought it was the author who had opened the door to invite his guests.
So she walked in with an extremely natural attitude.
Then her footsteps stopped.
The familiar figure before her was as slender as bamboo. He looked up at the illustrations of nuns and monks, young nuns and gardeners, depicted in the hall with an ambiguous flavor.
The faint sunlight shone on him, bringing out a few threads of a cool, pale white, like falling snow.
Bai Weiwei stumbled backwards, a look of shock on her face.
This truly was shocking. She roared at the system, “Don’t tell me Qi Chimu is Madly Loving One Melon? Fuck, people can’t judge based on looks ah.”
The system was also shocked. “Do you have any misunderstanding about the male lead? Other people can be just perverted and not vulgar ba. The person who’s Madly Loving One Melon is still tied up and struggling in the backyard.”
Bai Weiwei immediately sighed in relief. “Luckily, luckily Qi Chimu isn’t the author.”
1 The raws had 千钧, or a thousand jun. One jun is 30 catties, which is approximately 1.3 pounds. Hence, 1,000 jun is approximately 40,000 pounds.↩
2: In the sense of taking someone down with you.↩
3: 海棠: Chinese flowering crabapple Malus spectabilis. For some reason, Google Translate calls it a begonia flower?
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Chapter 1091 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (89)
Translator: Cheese
Proofreader/editor: Willow
The chief of the hidden guards spoke from the side. “Furen left with that man.”
Qi Chimu still had his head lowered, playing with the teacup.
If there had been anyone who had known him in the last life present, they would have known that this action indicated the making of a strategic decision.
He suddenly gave a heavy sigh and stood up. “Kill ba.”
The chief of the hidden guards immediately dipped his head.
Then he turned and left.
Qi Chimu also stood up. His movements were slow and stiff, as though he were burdened with a great boulder1.
As he’d thought, he had become unreasonable after meeting her.
He could not bear the existence of that man.
He would rather die than let some other man exist in her heart.
For every one that existed, he would kill one.
Not a single person could live.
Even if he knew that she hated him enough to kill him, it didn’t matter.
He stroked the handkerchief in his hand. Embroidered on it was an ugly peony.
He had demanded the item from her. How ridiculous. All the things that had come from her hands were things he had forcefully snatched away.
It didn’t matter. Qi Chimu’s gaze was as cold and deep as ice.
He didn’t care. He would continue to snatch.
In the worst case, he would perish with her in this life2.
Bai Weiwei and Ping Linqing exchanged smiles, jostles, and glares.
The two people’s pace became faster and faster, as though they couldn’t wait to throw the other person off.
This autograph was related to their life’s fate. Whoever got it was the king of hardcore fans.
Ping Linqing suddenly fell with a thud.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes immediately lit up. She rushed forward with a burst of explosive strength.
Ping Linqing, startled, immediately tried crawling after her to catch up, but his feet were too weak. Before he could take two steps, he tripped over a stone.
With a splash, the person stumbled straight into the lake.
And he didn’t even see a sharp dagger behind him, about to be plunged into his back.
And the result? The knife wasn’t able to pierce anything, but the person had already fallen into the lake on his own.
The chief of the hidden guards appeared, looking coldly into the lake water.
The person had not surfaced after so long. He should have frozen to death.
He calmly sheathed his dagger, then turned and left.
And Bai Weiwei saw in front of her an untidy and unusual courtyard, the door half-open.
Revealing haitang flowers3 that had lost their leaves.
She knocked on the door, but no one answered. Fearing that Ping Linqing would catch up, she pushed open the door and entered.
Ping Linqing had already sent greetings to the author ahead of time, saying they would be coming to visit today.
She entered through the door and found that the surroundings were terribly quiet and still.
She didn’t think much of it and didn’t think of asking the system.
Although she loved yellow books and even more loved the cute little author who produced those yellow books, her heart still hurt after exchanging verbal shots with the system.
Therefore, Bai Weiwei lifted her lotus-colored skirt and slowly walked forward. The person amongst the romantic blooms, the flowers casting their shadows on the thin and dainty figure, held three parts brilliance and seven parts elegance.
She saw that the door to the hall of the courtyard was open and thought it was the author who had opened the door to invite his guests.
So she walked in with an extremely natural attitude.
Then her footsteps stopped.
The familiar figure before her was as slender as bamboo. He looked up at the illustrations of nuns and monks, young nuns and gardeners, depicted in the hall with an ambiguous flavor.
The faint sunlight shone on him, bringing out a few threads of a cool, pale white, like falling snow.
Bai Weiwei stumbled backwards, a look of shock on her face.
This truly was shocking. She roared at the system, “Don’t tell me Qi Chimu is Madly Loving One Melon? Fuck, people can’t judge based on looks ah.”
The system was also shocked. “Do you have any misunderstanding about the male lead? Other people can be just perverted and not vulgar ba. The person who’s Madly Loving One Melon is still tied up and struggling in the backyard.”
Bai Weiwei immediately sighed in relief. “Luckily, luckily Qi Chimu isn’t the author.”
1 The raws had 千钧, or a thousand jun. One jun is 30 catties, which is approximately 1.3 pounds. Hence, 1,000 jun is approximately 40,000 pounds.↩
2: In the sense of taking someone down with you.↩
3: 海棠: Chinese flowering crabapple Malus spectabilis. For some reason, Google Translate calls it a begonia flower?
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