From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 494: 231 Opportunity (Updated once)

“Qu Feitai, get the hell out…!”

Qu Feitai walked out of the kitchen, plate in hand, and gave him a disdainful look, “You’re awake; scram.”

“What… what did you do to me last night?” Bai Ziyan wrapped himself in a blanket, glaring at Qu Feitai as if he’d done something unforgivable.

Qu Feitai rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you try acting? Even the best actors would be put to shame by your performance.”

Bai Ziyan snorted, hopped off the sofa, and plucked a piece of ham from the plate, tossing it in his mouth. “If you introduce me to a director, I’ll act. Perhaps I’ll be snatching a Grand Slam in three years and an Oscar in five.”

Seeing this, Qu Feitai frowned in disgust and swatted his hand away. “Go brush your teeth.”

Bai Ziyan grumbled as he walked into the bathroom. On the washstand, Qu Feitai had already prepared a toothbrush and towel for him.

He quickly finished his morning routine and dashed out, eager to take a bite of his sandwich.

“Your place is frigid; it feels like an icehouse.”

Central heating doesn’t start until the 15th, and it’s still a few days to go. Most people use air conditioning in the meantime.

After sneezing, Bai Ziyan rubbed his nose. “If I catch a cold, I’m blaming you.”

“Is everything my fault now? What do I owe you?”

“Of course you owe me! You owe me a wife.” Bai Ziyan stated this with a righteous tone.

“Without a wife, you gain a brother—aha! The saying goes, a wife is as crucial as a hand or a foot, and a brother is like clothing. Clothes can be changed daily, but you can’t cope without a wife.”

Qu Feitai darkened. “Finish eating and get out.” He didn’t feel like saying another word.

“If I leave, at least Ming Jing will take me in.” Bai Ziyan shrugged and stood up, ready to walk out.

“Come back here.”

Bai Ziyan huffed defiantly.

“Don’t pester Ming Jing, got it?”

“So if you tell me not to cling onto her, I should just stop? Who the hell do you think you are?” Bai Ziyan’s obstinate and argumentative nature could infuriate people to the point of death, but Qu Feitai was immune to it.

“I might not be able to control you, but your big brother sure can, right?”

Bai Ziyan was startled at first but then broke into a fit of laughter. “You and me both, it’s been a while since I’ve seen big brother Qu. I’ve been meaning to give him a call. Last time I saw him, he said it was a pity that I wasn’t a woman, or he’d be glad to have me as his sister-in-law. Haha! His rebellious little brother needs someone to rein him in.”

Qu Feitai threw the fork in his hand at Bai Ziyan, who dodged to one side while laughing heartily. “Angry because I hit a sore spot?”

Qu Feitai took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. This little punk only gets more annoying the more you engage with him. The moment you stop paying attention to him, he leaves because he gets bored.

Qu Feitai focused on his meal, ignoring any provocations.

Bai Ziyan sat down opposite him, pretending to sigh. “Alas, Ming Jing gave me a mission. I thought I could create an opportunity for you to play the hero, but forget it, seeing you like this.”

Qu Feitai froze momentarily, then looked at him. “Speak.”

The single word carried limitless authority, enough to make those of weaker willpower kneel.

Bai Ziyan grumbled, “Why should I tell you?”

Qu Feitai nodded. “It has been quite a while since I’ve seen big brother Bai, I miss him…”

He then pulled out his phone to make a call.

Bai Ziyan jumped up like a rooster whose feathers had been ruffled. “You… I won’t succumb to your threats.”

“I hope you’ll still have the same guts when you see big brother Bai.”

Once he heard the dialing tone, Bai Ziyan panicked and tried to run out, only to find the door had been locked. A double-sided fingerprint lock like that can’t be unlocked without the other person’s fingerprint.

Bai Ziyan spun around in anger. “Qu Feitai, threatening me won’t work. Even if you kill me, you won’t humiliate me.”

“You’ve been so hostile; did I say I was going to kill you?” Qu Feitai continued eating leisurely.

Bai Ziyan stormed over, leaning over the table and stared at Qu Feitai: “I knew it! Every time Ming Jing is involved, you’re not normal. Your true colors are showing, huh?”

“Speak or don’t speak. I’ve got all day to sit around.”

Bai Ziyan sat down, legs crossed, and smiled. “Fine by me; if things go wrong, it won’t be on me.”