Useless thing.
Qiu Baiyu walked into Jiang Shen’s study again.
She ignored Jiang Shen’s low-pressure aura, familiar with the routine, she sat down opposite him and said in an even tone, “What does President Jiang want?”
What?
She still dared to calmly ask what he wanted?
Jiang Shen’s sharp gaze instantly pierced towards Qiu Baiyu, like a blade wanting to cut through flesh, cold enough to make one shiver.
But it just so happened that the person he encountered was Qiu Baiyu. The stronger the opponent, the stronger she became.
Facing this cold-faced domineering CEO, Qiu Baiyu showed no expression: “President Jiang, just say what you want to say.”
“After Miss Yi changed her clothes, she stayed upstairs for a while. Did you two talk?”
“Yes.”
“What did you talk about?”
Qiu Baiyu opened her mouth but then closed it again.
She originally wanted to retort with “Why should I tell you,” but on second thought, since Yi Wanyue invited Jiang Zimin over as a guest, and she accompanied her as part of her job, Jiang Shen, as the boss and Jiang Zimin’s father, had the right to know about this.
So she said, “Miss Yi invited Xiaomin over as a guest, and I’ll be accompanying her.”
When Jiang Shen heard that it was Yi Wanyue who took the initiative to invite, the coldness in his eyes immediately diminished a bit: “Miss Yi invited?
“Why did she suddenly invite Zimin over as a guest?”
Could it be that Yi Wanyue liked his daughter?
Maybe it really was so. Otherwise, why would she specifically advise him to treat his daughter better before leaving tonight?
If she really liked his daughter, perhaps they could take this opportunity to develop their relationship. By then, Zimin would have a mother—the only mother he recognized for his child.
While he was filled with anticipation and fantasizing about the future, Qiu Baiyu’s words brought him back to reality—
“Because you are stingy.”
Jiang Shen: “?”
Qiu Baiyu: “You buy a piano to put in the house but don’t let the child touch it. You might as well be stingy to death.”
Jiang Shen: “…”
“Is that really what you told her about me?!”
Jiang Shen’s temple throbbed, and he had a terrible headache.
“Not exactly,” Qiu Baiyu said, “Miss Yi figured it out herself.”
Jiang Shen: “???”
Qiu Baiyu: “Miss Yi wanted to touch the piano, but Xiaomin was afraid you’d scold her, so she stopped her and told her not to touch it. That’s how she knew you wouldn’t let anyone touch the piano in your house.”
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Jiang Shen: “…”
Misunderstanding, a big misunderstanding.
That piano indeed cannot be touched by anyone, but his Xiaoyue can…
Qiu Baiyu continued, “Miss Yi asked Xiaomin if she wanted to play the piano. Xiaomin said yes, so Miss Yi invited her to play the piano at her house—Miss Yi is a very nice person.”
After giving this evaluation, Qiu Baiyu calmly looked at the man in front of her, “You don’t deserve her, really.”
An objective evaluation couldn’t be more objective.
Jiang Shen: “…?”
He raised his hand to support his temple, his eyes fixed on Qiu Baiyu, “Talking nonsense, I haven’t even settled the matter of you scolding me tonight!”
“You still remember that?” Qiu Baiyu asked.
“What do you think?” Jiang Shen sneered.
“That’s great, it means you took it to heart.”
“?”
“Remember it well, don’t let there be a next time, or else I’ll scold you again.”
“???”
Jiang Shen was infuriated to the point of laughter.
Unreasonable, simply unreasonable.
He hadn’t been back for so long, he didn’t expect this woman to have become so crazy, she even dared to scold him!
Does Jiang Shen look like someone who can be scolded at will?!
She eats his food, lives in his house, spends his money, yet she disgraces him!
If he doesn’t cut off her financial support, she won’t know who she really is!
Jiang Shen’s voice was cold: “You made me lose face tonight, I won’t give you a single cent for the next three months. Take this time to reflect properly!”
Yet Qiu Baiyu still maintained that calm and self-assured demeanor, not even blinking an eye.
She slowly stood up and walked toward the door.
“Suit yourself. Anyway, I still have my salary.”
Jiang Shen could withhold her pocket money if he wanted, but as long as she was genuinely taking care of Jiang Zimin, Jiang Shen would have to continue paying her salary honestly and without fail!
Jiang Shen was stunned for a moment, watching her disappear from his sight.
Damn it, he had actually forgotten that she now had a salary!
Could it be that she had kept this ace up her sleeve just to wait for this moment?
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Then, he suddenly saw Qiu Baiyu come back.
“Cutting my money won’t work. I’ll give you a more effective suggestion,” Qiu Baiyu said, “divorce me.”
“…”
“What, you can’t do it?”
“?”
“Useless thing.”
Jiang Shen’s forehead veins bulged: “Qiu Baiyu, don’t think using reverse psychology on me will work!”
He knew what needed to be done, and he didn’t need her to point fingers!
Qiu Baiyu didn’t respond, suddenly just quietly looking at him.
Jiang Shen saw that she wasn’t speaking and thought she was afraid of him, so he couldn’t help but snort coldly, readjusting his posture with an indescribable arrogance.
Sure enough, he had to get angry. When he got angry, she would know fear.
When he got angry, no one could not fear him.
Then, in the next second, he heard Qiu Baiyu say—
“President Jiang, I realized you can really take a scolding—could it be that you’re an M?”
After saying this, Qiu Baiyu suddenly took a step back, hiding behind the door, her eyes filled with terror: “So you see me as an S, wanting me to scold you?!”
“Fine,” Qiu Baiyu instantly regained her calm, “but that comes at an additional price.”
Getting paid to scold someone? She could do that job!
Jiang Shen’s hand paused as he was adjusting his clothes.
“—Get out!”
He was really going to be angered to death by her tonight, one more word and he would probably be driven away on the spot!!!
Qiu Baiyu shrugged, closed the door, and left.
She didn’t even like staying in this crappy study.
Able to take scolding but quick to anger, a bit of an M but won’t admit it—the male lead is somewhat of a pervert.
As she turned around, she saw Jiang Zimin standing not far away again.
Her steps halted.
Oh no, she might have been overheard saying those dirty words…
Jiang Zimin walked toward her with a worried expression, holding her hand and asking, “Dad’s voice was so loud. Did he really get angry and scold you?”
Qiu Baiyu, however, still maintained that calm demeanor: “Don’t worry, he’s just in a fit of impotent rage, nothing will happen.”
Jiang Zimin: “…?”
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Impotent rage?
“Alright,” Qiu Baiyu patted her little head, her gaze calm, “You should go back to your room and rest. Get plenty of sleep. Don’t you have plans to go to Aunt Wanyue’s house to play tomorrow?”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zimin was instantly overjoyed.
Tomorrow she would go to the pretty aunt’s house to play the piano and other instruments. How wonderful!
She looked at Qiu Baiyu again and again, making sure she was okay before saying reassuringly, “Then I’ll go to sleep now. Auntie, you should rest early too. Good night!”
Early to bed, early to rise, so she wouldn’t miss the appointment with Auntie!
“Good night, go on.”
Qiu Baiyu watched her return to her room.
After Jiang Zimin went back to her room, Qiu Baiyu glanced at the door of the study; inside, it had already returned to calm. Jiang Shen was probably sulking or explaining things to Yi Wanyue. In any case, it had nothing to do with her, and she didn’t care.
Shifting her gaze away, Qiu Baiyu shook her head and walked towards her own room.
What a pity, even reverse psychology didn’t work. It’s really not easy for a tool character in a novel to get a divorce.
