Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Monday: ".......?"

Yi Qingju persisted: Just say you're the kid's aunt and you're taking the mom's place at the parent-teacher meeting, just chat with the teacher for a bit.

Zhou Yi doubtfully replied: Why should I go? Do you have something else going on?

Of course she couldn't say she was afraid of embarrassment, so she looked up at Qi Weiran across the way: "Sir, I recall you mentioning that someone would be coming to your house this afternoon?"

Qi Weiran's gaze wavered.

Damn, he almost got caught staring at her.

"Yes." He nodded his chin arrogantly, casually crossing one leg over the other.

"Are they guests? Do you need any preparations?" she continued smiling.

[You little brat, your legs get numb too, huh? I was thinking you could keep that pose for 24 hours.]

Qi Weiran answered: "It's a photography crew."

It was the long-awaited family portrait.

Yi Qingju nodded, replying to Zhou Yi: He has something going on, Sir needs to take some portraits, so I have to accompany him.

Even someone as straightforward as Zhou Yi couldn't help but reveal her gossipy nature when it involved Qi Weiran.

Monday: Qi Weiran is taking portraits? What kind of series?

Yi Qingju made up a lie: It should be that popular 'Young Divine Men (Elderly Edition)' series.

Monday: [Subway elderly people looking at phones]

Monday: Send me the school address and the kid's name, I'll go.

Closing her phone, Zhou Yi remarked:

Truly, to be the woman in charge of running the world's lifeline corporations, you must have unknown hardships behind the scenes. To even indulge his whims like this.

I have newfound respect for you, Yi Qingju!

Only having heard the part about portraits, Qi Weiran: "......"

Happening to catch his ugly expression, Yi Qingju concernedly asked: "Sir, is something uncomfortable?"

[Uncomfortable!? He's uncomfortable!? Summon the royal physician! No no no, we need to find a lawyer, the one who does inheritance certifications!]

Qi Weiran: "......"

"No, I just thought of an unpleasant person."

Yi Qingju felt regretful inwardly but feigned concern: "Sir, don't dwell on those unpleasant things."

[There's actually someone in this world who can affect your mood? That celestial being must have weeds taller than two meters growing on their grave now.]

[Life is full of eating shit sometimes.]

[But don't chew on it.]

Qi Weiran silently averted his gaze.

So Qi Xinian led the man towards the snack shop An Zuoran had mentioned.

He was so daring because it was peak dismissal time, there were people everywhere. The man wouldn't dare try anything rash.

"Hello Auntie," Qi Xinian politely greeted the snack shop owner.

Seeing such an adorable little kid, the auntie smiled, her eye crinkles bunching up: "What is it, little one?"

The man eyed Qi Xinian warily, feeling some regret.

He really should have been more cautious in agreeing to the little master's request.

But Qi Xinian didn't say much, only asking: "Auntie, how many spicy strips do you have in the shop total?"

The auntie knew some of the kids from the kindergarten were from wealthy families, so she asked: "How many do you need?"

Qi Xinian flashed her a bright smile: "Auntie, I want all the ones in your storeroom."

Then he gestured to the man behind him: "This uncle can pay for them."

The man: ?

Although I'm not human, you little brat really are a dog, huh.

His already strained finances from buying components for laser weapons were further devastated by these mere spicy strips.

Listening to the kid calmly tell the auntie a driver would come to collect them, he felt pained but couldn't help a cold laugh.

No more futures for you after this.

Say your goodbyes to that young master of yours.

"Uncle, I have another friend, can he come too?" Qi Xinian asked innocently.

But the man didn't dare cause any more trouble now, immediately refusing. Then he roughly dragged Qi Xinian into an alley and forcibly took off the smart watch from his wrist.

Qi Xinian obediently stayed still and cooperated with him.

He even shook his head with an air of regret and sighed: "What a pity if Uncle doesn't want to meet my friend."

As soon as those words left his mouth, an angry roar rang out: "Eat—this—foot!!"

Before the man could turn, a heavy blow struck the back of his head. Then came the sound of orderly, rapid footsteps headed their way, followed by the clicking of guns being cocked.

Zhou Yi pulled the little ball of energy behind her, furiously kicking the crouched man grabbing his head: "You dare try to kidnap someone right in front of me, you little bastard, are you tired of living?"

Listening to this coarse, abusive language, Qi Xinian straightened his school uniform which she had pulled askew, and stepped lightly towards the trafficker, clearing his throat. His black grape-like eyes suddenly flashed with a sharpness unbecoming of his age.

"I gave you a chance, but you refused to take it."

Then his plump little hands clapped together, and he called out in a childish voice, "Zhang Wei!"

Immediately, a tall, imposing figure in black emerged, kneeling on one knee. "This slave is here."

Qi Xinian extended his short arm imperiously. "Take him out!"

Zhou Yi looked on in bewilderment: "........"

The heir of the first prestigious household seemed to be playing some new kind of game.