studiobondurri Chapter 7 - Does Sister Xueyao Want a Share of My Family's Wealth?
Chapter 7 - Does Sister Xueyao Want a Share of My Family's Wealth?
Chapter 7 Does Sister Xueyao Want a Share of My Family’s Wealth?
Aunt Chen had a keen sense of emotional intelligence. The moment Qi Lin commented that Qi Xueyao smelled nice, Aunt Chen tactfully excused herself.
Qi Xueyao sat down to eat, and Qi Lin followed, taking a seat right next to her. Seeing him sitting so close, Qi Xueyao felt a wave of disgust and immediately turned her body away.
But a woman’s intuition is often uncannily sharp. Though she couldn’t see him, she could feel Qi Lin’s gaze fixed on her.
“Qi Lin, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Unable to endure it any longer, Qi Xueyao put down her chopsticks and turned to him.
“Nothing much, I just think Xueyao-jie is really beautiful.”
“Xueyao-jie, why don’t you be my girlfriend?”
Qi Lin’s tone remained playful and carefree, his words causing Qi Xueyao’s chest to rise and fall in anger.
“Qi Lin, do you even know what you’re saying? Even though we grew up in the same village, I’ve always seen you as a little brother! I could never be your girlfriend.”
Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment. Was Qi Lin genuinely hoping to make Qi Xueyao his girlfriend? Of course not.
What he truly wanted was to see her frustrated and helpless against his antics. And would Qi Xueyao ever consider being his girlfriend? The answer was also clear—no.
Qi Lin knew she had a university classmate with whom she was close, and they had already agreed that if the classmate succeeded in starting a business, Qi Xueyao would become his girlfriend.
“Moral high ground isn’t going to work here, Xueyao-jie.”
“Qi Lin, the only reason I let that girl stay in our villa was because of you. If it were just for her father’s sake, I wouldn’t have agreed. If you’re serious about her, you’d better win her over quickly.”
This was what his father had said when Qi Xueyao had first moved in.
“Qi Lin, I need some money for something urgent. Could you talk to your dad about lending it to me?”
One day, Qi Xueyao had asked Qi Lin to help her borrow money from his father. Soft-hearted as ever, Qi Lin agreed without hesitation.
When he told his father about it, the old man gave him a long, meaningful look before speaking earnestly.
“That girl is very good at using people to get what she wants. I’ve already seen it clearly—she doesn’t like you. Even if you lend her money, you’re just fetching water with a bamboo basket—it’ll all be for nothing.
When people gain something, they inevitably lose something. You’ve chosen to be a carefree rich kid, but that’s exactly the kind of person she despises. Do you understand what I mean?”
Qi Lin understood perfectly.
His father’s words left him disheartened. Still, back then, Qi Lin had a conscience and didn’t hold a grudge against Qi Xueyao. But when his father refused to lend her the money, Qi Xueyao began to harbor resentment against their family—though she didn’t show it openly.
The saying ‘a favor as small as a cup of rice can lead to resentment over a bucket of grain’ applied perfectly here.
Despite all the kindness Qi Lin’s family had shown her, she ended up resenting them over a single refusal. When Qi Lin’s family went bankrupt, she even took the opportunity to humiliate him.
How could Qi Lin, fresh from her scorn, still speak to her normally? All he could think about now was destroying her career and her happiness.
Morality? It had led to nothing but misery in his past life.
Now, morality could go to hell.