The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (6)
Bai Weiwei watched the degree of favor drop, trickling down from negative twenty to negative twenty-five.
She glanced deeply at Lu Zixi in the driver’s seat in front of her.
She couldn’t help but say to the system: “Tell me, he wouldn’t take me to the wild to kill and dump my corpse, ba.”
The system comforted her: “It’s alright, I already memorized his license plate number, I will call the police if you are killed.”
Bai Weiwei: “…”
After Lu Zixi said, “Hello meimei.”
He just took her away.
But Bai Ziwen said excitedly: “Are you willing to recognize your sister? Auntie is so happy.”
Lu Zixi lifted his eyes coldly. His corners of his lips curved, and a perfect mocking expression appeared.
“I recognize my sister, but I don’t recognize a stepmother. Who the hell are you?”
After that, Lu Zixi called the waiter.
Bai Ziwen, who had sneaked in, was kicked out of the restaurant.
From beginning to end, Bai Weiwei was like a transparent person.
Lu Zixi drove back to the Lu’s residence. When the car entered the garage, he looked at the rearview mirror in irritation.
In the mirror, she was wearing a small white dress with bare shoulders, and her rounded shoulders were so white they seemed to give off a glow.
A few strands of hair behind her ears fell down to her delicate cheeks.
She lowered her head and sat with her body tensed, seeming to be enduring something.
She seemed to feel his cold eyes on her, and she looked up timidly. He didn’t know if it was because she was scared, but her eyes were red.
It was surprisingly … cute.
Lu Zixi quickly took his eyes off her.
The hatred in his heart did not decrease. His mother was forced to jump off the building by Bai Ziwen.
When he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of his mother’s mangled body.
Lu Zixi gave the steering wheel a hard blow.
When he looked at her in the rearview mirror, she seemed startled. She clasped her hands in terror and looked at him with fear.
Lu Zixi sneered. Now you know to be afraid.
Why not be afraid when rushing to call me gege?
He stopped, opened the door, and turned to leave.
Within a few steps, hurried footsteps came from behind, and the corner of his sleeve was caught again.
“Let go.” Lu Zixi’s face was cold.
Her fingers trembled, but she tightened her grasp. “Uncle …”
How old was he?
Lu Ziying’s eyes lit up in anger, and he ignored the girl behind him.
Reaching for a cigarette in his pocket, he lit it, then inhaled slowly.
The pictures of him smoking that year were so handsome that they swept the entire entertainment industry.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was just about to give her a show of strength1, but he didn’t say a word.
Bai Weiwei said with a trembling voice, “I don’t want to be pregnant.”
Lu Zixi choked on the sarcastic comment he was going to say. He coughed, unable to spit out the smoke in time.
Bai Weiwei looked at him with wet eyes, and her expression was of genuine fear.
“I didn’t, I didn’t take the contraceptive pill afterwards. Did you wear … that?”
Lu Zixi’s head was spinning. Wear what?
He remembered the moment when he woke up yesterday morning.
They had lain on the bed. Because he was so anxious, he didn’t pay much attention.
But condoms … none.
Bai Weiwei was anxious. She clutched his shirt with her fingers. She pathetically stammered, “What if I get pregnant?”
Lu Zixi’s chest felt stuffy, and he suddenly sneered, “You have the courage to climb into my bed. How can you not even have the courage for this? ”
Bai Weiwei’s face turned pale. “No, I was drunk, I didn’t know … ”
Lu Zixi frowned. “Enough, your mother is a slut, and you are a little slut. The man who you slept with becomes your brother. Are you afraid now, are you worried about giving birth to a little retard2?”
1: 下马威: initial show of strength.↩
2: Offspring born to close relatives have a higher chance of congenital defects, both physical and mental.↩