“Siling, my dear sister, didn’t I make you proud today?”
“Come on, give your brother a hug.”
Under the warning gaze of her father, Wang Siling had no choice but to go downstairs to see Qi Lin off.
As soon as they reached downstairs, Qi Lin’s true colors were revealed. With a lazy smile, he stretched out his hands, attempting to hug Wang Siling.
“You were the one who said I didn’t have to pay back the twelve thousand yuan. I’m not afraid of you anymore!”
Wang Siling’s delicate face carried a hint of stubbornness as she deftly dodged Qi Lin’s wandering hands.
Seeing Wang Siling dare to talk back to him again, Qi Lin couldn’t help but chuckle. He loved it when the female leads put on an expression as if they had finally escaped his control—just like Lan Yuxi had done earlier.
“What’s this? Qi Lin, your big brother, just forgave your family’s twelve-thousand-yuan debt, and this is how you treat him?”
Qi Lin didn’t force Wang Siling and simply dropped his hands, speaking in a lazy, teasing tone.
“Bah! Don’t think I don’t know! You only said that to win my parents’ favor and get them to punish my brother. You’re a supervillain! I don’t like you one bit!”
Wang Siling scrunched up her cute little nose, looking at him with a face full of suspicion, as if she had seen through his schemes long ago.
Qi Lin raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh? So you figured that out? Our little Siling is actually quite smart.”
Hearing Qi Lin’s words of praise, Wang Siling’s face blushed slightly. She had a feeling his words carried a hint of sarcasm.
“We are not your toys! And from now on, you’re not allowed to bully me anymore, or I won’t be nice to you!”
Wang Siling raised her small fists and made a warning gesture at Qi Lin before turning around and running back into the house.
Watching her small figure disappear into the distance, a glimmer flashed in Qi Lin’s dark eyes. Since he dared to tell Wang Dongcheng about this matter and voluntarily cancel Wang Siling’s twelve-thousand-yuan debt, it meant that he had already set a new trap for her.
Hopefully, when she falls into his hands again, she won’t cry too miserably.
Qi Lin had spent too much time at Wang Cheng’s house, and by the time he got home, it was already 7:30 in the evening. As the owner of the villa, dinner was naturally scheduled according to Qi Lin’s timing.
Qi Xueyao, who had already returned home from work, had been waiting for dinner, and her stomach had long since started growling. But she was too embarrassed to remind Aunt Chen (the housekeeper), so she got up to search the fridge for some snacks instead.
The villa door opened, and Qi Lin glanced at the carpet, immediately spotting Qi Xueyao’s elegant high heels. Maybe the smell of shoes really depends on the face of the person wearing them. Qi Lin was willing to bet that Qi Xueyao’s high heels smelled fragrant—after all, her face was so pretty, and her figure was top-notch.
“Xueyao, what are you rummaging through my fridge for?”
After stepping inside, Qi Lin saw Qi Xueyao take out a box of ice cream from the fridge and teased her.
“Qi Lin, can’t you watch your words? Uncle and Auntie already said that I should treat this place like my own home, and I can take whatever I want to eat. There’s no need to be polite.”
Hearing Qi Lin say she was “rummaging” through the fridge, Qi Xueyao was immediately irritated and retorted.
“You take polite words way too seriously.”
“Do you even know what that ice cream in your hand is called? It’s Häagen-Dazs. My mom specially bought it for me. A single box costs 56 yuan.”
“Häagen-Dazs is considered a luxury brand in America. It only entered China’s Shanghai market in 1996 and came to Jianghan City in 1998. Regular people don’t even get to see it. Only rich second-generation kids like me can afford it. You, an outsider, don’t have the slightest sense of what you can take and what you can’t?”
Qi Lin stepped in front of Qi Xueyao, ignoring her pale face, and directly took the ice cream from her hands, eating it himself—even though she had already taken a spoonful.
Maybe it was because she had used the spoon, but the ice cream had a hint of rose petal flavor.
It was probably the taste of her lipstick.
Qi Lin’s harsh words made Qi Xueyao’s delicate face turn white, then blue. She had grown up in Qi Lin’s hometown, a small 18th-tier city called Huayuan City. She had never even heard of the Häagen-Dazs brand before.
Hearing how expensive the ice cream was, she suddenly felt nervous. After all, in the month she had been living in Qi Lin’s home, she had eaten at least a dozen, if not twenty, boxes of Häagen-Dazs—not to mention all the other snacks.
If Qi Lin really demanded that she pay for everything, how could she afford it on her meager salary, having just entered the workforce?
Seeing Qi Xueyao at a loss for words after being roasted by him, Qi Lin sneered inwardly. In his previous life, he had always treated Qi Xueyao like a sister—and because he had a bit of a crush on her, he was always extra nice to her.
Maybe that was why Qi Xueyao had started treating this place like her own home, taking everything she enjoyed for granted. Not to mention rent and living expenses, the food, snacks, and daily necessities she had used here were worth at least a hundred thousand yuan.
And how did she repay him in the end?
She actually wanted him and his family to move into a doghouse!
Now that he had been reborn and Qi Xueyao was living under his roof, if he didn’t torment her every day, wouldn’t it be a wasted opportunity?