The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (11)
Qi Chimu was gentle to those who came to please him.
Bai Weiwei came again on the fourth day, bringing some food with her.
“I made it in my side kitchen. The main kitchen doesn’t make these. It’s for you to eat ba.”
Qi Chimu cast a glance at this cousin of his.
After some thought, he finally smiled and said. “Biao mei, I have heard that your writing is very good. Lately I have needed to transcribe a book. Could you help me copy a few pages?”
The awkward smile on Bai Weiwei’s face froze. She bit her lip and gave a snort.
She seemed very angry at his ‘give an inch, take a mile’ attitude.
Just when Qi Chimu thought that she would turn around and storm off, she mumbled, “Fine, where do I start copying.”
Qi Chimu smiled, then pointed to the desk by the window.
Bai Weiwei said to the system, “I bet he’s suspicious.”
System: “Suspicious of what, that you’re a ghost or that you’re reborn?”
Bai Weiwei: “Both. After all, handwriting is the easiest way of determining a person’s identity.”
The well-prepared Bai Weiwei picked up a brush and began to write in an indecipherable script.
The characters were ugly in a unique way.
Qi Chimu was blinded with one look.
It was indeed Bai Weiwei’s writing.
He remembered that Bai Weiwei had always been coaxed in his last life.
So even if the writing was ugly, people hid their conscience to praise her.
He had seen her writing several times, and it was so ugly that it left too deep of an impression.
Later, she realized that her handwriting was not good and began to study hard, so her handwriting became different.
If she had experienced the same thing as him, her handwriting would definitely have changed.
Very good, it hadn’t changed. It was still unbearably ugly.
Qi Chimu relaxed, then began to sit down beside her and transcribe.
He had always been alone.
He’d rarely had somebody by his side.
Bai Weiwei was not a master of sitting quietly. From time to time, she would raise her gaze to look around.
And there were many small movements.
The girl’s fragrance, excessively distinct, mixed together with the warmth of the charcoal stove.
Qi Chimu felt a bit suffocated.
He glanced to the side and saw that the impatience between her brows was too obvious.
But she also displayed forbearance.
Qi Chimu was in no hurry. He was good at enduring, so he could endure until she revealed her purpose.
After copying a few pages, Bai Weiwei suddenly spoke. “I just remembered my mother called me. I’ll be leaving first, biao ge.”
Qi Chimu thought for a moment before nodding, then said, “My health is almost completely better. Would you like for me to serve you tomorrow morning?”
She had always made him dress in women’s clothing and help her dress and groom herself.
He remembered this shame until he died.
Bai Weiwei recalled this, and her footsteps paused. She immediately turned her head, her eyes lighting up.
“You’re in good health, so of course you can look at my face.”
Qi Chimu had thought that she would be insincere for some time longer due to her unspoken purpose.
But the result was that she still wanted him to serve her?
It was simply…
His anger was once again interrupted by a sudden surprise.
Bai Weiwei’s face suddenly came closer. Her soft breaths grazed his face, making him shiver uncontrollably and almost back away.
But she acted as though nothing was wrong and made to move closer.
Those fair and exquisite cheeks were flushed with pink, and her black jade eyes were bright and clear.
The girl’s fragrance, having its own attack power, completely enveloped him.
Qi Chimu silently endured, uncontrollably curling his fingers. He pursed his lips, his expression calm.
Bai Weiwei pointed to the space between her brows in dissatisfaction. “Look, none of those maidservants can compare to you. They can’t paint well. They can’t even draw a flower.”
It required a certain degree of foundation in painting.
The servants at her side hadn’t completely learned everything.