Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 173

I knocked his hand away, unwilling to dwell on the fact that he had used that tone to coax others.

"If I don't make money, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball."

What would I need your head for? Besides, would you really be willing to twist it off? But staring into his eyes, I actually agreed.

He suddenly pounced on me and kissed me, a light, fleeting kiss, or perhaps not even a kiss at all. He jumped for joy, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

I lowered my head to avoid letting his emotions affect me.

He stood outside the Sikong Mansion singing, while his grandfather, who never inquired about the matter, stood outside the door again: "He..."

Before Grandpa could finish speaking, I continued, "I know what I'm doing."

Grandpa looked at me thoughtfully, but I avoided his gaze. I was being too subtle; did he even realize my mistake when the flaw was so obvious?

"Whatever you want, as long as you're happy. I won't interfere in his affairs."

Grandpa left, left the Sikong Mansion, and went on a journey to find a place to settle down and await death.

He left, leaving this family to me. This vast family fortune fell into my hands amidst Ziyi's singing, and into the shift of power.

Although Zi Yi was arrogant, he didn't dare to act recklessly. He didn't have the guts to do so. He kept his advanced ideas to himself. He understood better than anyone that the more he talked about, the faster he would die.

If Qianqing were to die, no one could save him, so he rarely mentioned policy and rarely participated in debates.

He would talk about trivial matters, but never about major disasters.

When he talked about production relations and productive forces, Qianqing and I were stunned, not by his words, but by his style.

He's changed. Has he been living too comfortably and no longer felt any sense of crisis?

Fortunately, he only gave a brief explanation; those who couldn't keep up wouldn't understand, and those who did understand wouldn't eliminate him.

[Extra: Sikong Qian (5)]

He won political favor, but didn't bear the consequences. He was always so afraid of death, always so timid, yet unwilling to give up and wanted to cause trouble.

Shen Ziyi, are you pitiful?

Shen Ziyi, do you hate him?

He kissed Qianqing; even that kiss wasn't for me alone. Why should I make things difficult for myself?

When Wu Hui kicked him down, I didn't react. Without the expected worry, I even felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.

Qianqing wanted to go down to see him, but I stopped her, saying, "I'll go." If Qianqing went, Shen Ziyi would look down on the whole world.

I didn't look at him. I had no regrets about kicking him to the ground, so naturally there would be a pitiful victim. Li Zhiliang was beneath him.

Zi Mo took him up. Zi Mo was always gentle with him. No matter what Zi Yi did, Zi Mo always doted on him. Didn't he mind that he had no regrets?

Do you not mind Ziyi's philanthropic behavior?

Don't you mind Ziyi's hurtful actions?

Zi Mo's feelings for Zi Yi are hard to guess. He dotes on Zi Yi flawlessly. He selfishly surrounds Zi Yi, making the gifts from others seem insignificant and the affection from others unable to satisfy his lawless nature. He restrains Zi Yi in the gentlest way, and he uses his own devised methods to make Wu Hui and the transvestite's behavior laughable.

Even though he caused such a huge mess, Zi Mo wouldn't be harsh on him. He smiled at Zi Yi, but only at Zi Yi. He gave the world to Zi Yi. Zi Yi was afraid of him because Zi Yi needed him more. Zi Mo was the one he wanted—the most steadfast love.

“Chou Qian, come out and greet me! If you let me kiss you, I’ll tell you some good news.”

He dared to say such things. Can you say that he was afraid of death and didn't know that Zi Mo would risk his life to protect him? Can you say that he didn't know that Wu Hui and Su Gu wouldn't let him die?

"Don't be presumptuous." Those four simple words vaguely summarized his mistake. Zi Mo, you've spoiled him rotten. Only when no one can tolerate him can you keep him by your side and openly protect him. But you're wrong. The more special you pamper him, the more attractive he becomes.

You've forged a sharp sword, but you won't let the swordsman keep it—that's impossible.

He brought with him the imperial examination system, which, according to him, had been glorious for over a thousand years. None of us asked him where the thousand-year period came from; it seemed that everyone was guessing at an impossible fact, but no one dared to say it out loud, and no one could bear the thought of his sudden disappearance.

"Come here." I kissed him.

Zi Mo pursed his lips tightly: "Qian, Eleven is just being childish, why bother arguing with him!"

“Who’s being silly? This is a reward.” He was smug, but he wouldn’t be smug in front of Zi Mo for long. “Or I can kiss you.” He was satisfied with just that one sentence, and Zi Mo smiled at him again.

It is enough to be satisfied with very little.

I went to Suzhou. To leave him and clear my head for a while.

Suzhou is a gathering place for talented people, with many participants. Su Keji stood at the back of the line, his silent demeanor mirroring that of Zi Yi.

When Ziyi is quiet, he is just like him—proud yet timid.

I approached him: "Name?"

He was overjoyed, unlike Ziyi who was calm, flamboyant, and adorable. "Su Keji."

"Technology..." I once heard Ziyi mention it; it was one of Ziyi's unique ways of using words.

“Follow me.” He pointed to himself, and I nodded.

...

Staying far away from him, my heart is at peace: I row a small boat, playing and having fun on the water; I write and paint, finding a unique sentiment in myself.

I don't want to go back. The replacement has been chosen, and I still don't want to go back.