Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1065 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (63)

Saying this, Qi Chimu’s expression shifted minutely, and he immediately corrected himself.

“After all, wouldn’t dying like this be letting you off too lightly?”

Qi Chimu just sat there quietly, letting her hang from his body. After a long time, his waist was a little sore.

He would need to strengthen his arms and waist. Otherwise, it would be difficult to pick her up next time.

He easily passed the entry-level examinations.

He took first place and became a xiucai, a distinguished talent1.

Qi Chimu calculated the time and requested Bai shi to allow him to go to the Great Imperial Temple to study.

The reason was that it was quiet there.

Bai shi didn’t hesitate, itching for this untouchable2 little brat to hurry and scram.

Whenever she saw him, she thought of her dead son.

But her daughter was married to him. She did not wish for his days to be good, but she also worried that Bai Weiwei’s days would be too miserable.

She could only desperately wish for him to leave the Bai family estate, completely out of her sight and mind3.

Qi Chimu stepped out, and the fawning and mild smile he’d directed towards Bai shi vanished.

There was only a face of gloomy indifference.

When he returned to his home, he saw Bai Weiwei eating melon seeds while reading a novel.

Her face was turned away from him, her lips containing a smile, a peaceful and calming beauty.

Qi Chimu’s mood slightly improved, and his hatred towards the Bai family was just barely diluted by her appearance.

He hadn’t planned on bringing Bai Weiwei.

But for some unfathomable reason, whenever he thought about how he would need to stay in the Great Imperial Temple for at least four or five months, he felt uneasy all over.

If he kept her here, wouldn’t he be unable to torment her?

As this thought stirred, he was unable to suppress it.

Qi Chimu’s eyes darkened, and his voice was soft. “Does Weiwei want to go out to play?”

Bai Weiwei seemed to have just noticed his presence. She immediately turned her head, her eyes lighting up, but she hesitated a moment before saying, “Who would care to go out. There is nothing this manor does not lack.”

She clearly cared to the point her eyes were shining.

But her mouth was still stubborn.

Qi Chimu put on an expression of regret. “I heard that the Great Imperial Temple’s plum flowers have blossomed. And in the Great Imperial Temple’s kitchen, they make plum blossom cakes that even money cannot buy.”

Bai Weiwei blanked for a moment, seeming to be thinking about the blooming plum forest.

As well as those cakes.

Finally, she turned around, her back turned to Qi Chimu. “Who cares.”

She said with hesitation and regret.

Qi Chimu couldn’t help but give a silent smile.

He himself didn’t know what made him so happy.

【Ding! Male lead’s favorability: 52.】

Bai Weiwei said she wouldn’t go, but she was still taken to the outskirts of the Great Imperial Temple.

It was said to be a quiet place to study.

He notified the temple in advance and made a donation. There was a place for them to eat and stay.

Bai Weiwei entered the temple and found that Qi Chimu had not brought a single maid. Even the servant boy had been sent back.

She shivered. “Tongza, that pervert Qi Chimu’s next torture wouldn’t be to make me wash clothes out in the ice and snow and clean ba?”

System: “How could it be… so simple. You’ll have to take care of washing his feet and attend to washing his back ba, and sort out the books ba. There are so many jobs to do, don’t you worry.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

Along with the main system, her family’s system could also be fed to the dogs.

She didn’t mind.

1: 秀才: is the title for a scholar who passed the college exam (the yuanshi, or 院試), the highest of the three entry-level examinations. This is assuming that we’re going by the Ming dynasty’s imperial examination system, though, so it might not apply to this arc 100%?↩

2: As in she can’t kill him.↩

3: 眼不见为净: what remains unseen in deemed to be clean; what the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over.↩