The foreman’s downturned brows drooped even more sorrowfully than Qiqi’s. “Little sister, I’m not overcharging you. Look at all the junk in this house that needs clearing—just this job alone will take me several days!”
Qiqi: “But your price is way too high. I really can’t afford it!”
Foreman: “Miss, I’ve got a whole crew of brothers to feed. Us migrant workers struggle to support our families…”
Qiqi patted her cheeks, forcing a sweet and adorable smile, her tone almost pleading. “Big brother, do me a favor, make it a little cheaper…”
The foreman finally relented a bit. “How about this—I’ll fix up the house and throw in a free repair of your courtyard wall?”
…
“Enough!”
A cold shout suddenly rang out from the study, and then Rong Yi stepped out.
Earlier, with outsiders around, Qiqi had told him to stay inside to avoid complications. After all, he hadn’t passed his exam yet, right?
The handsome man’s appearance commanded the room. The foreman and the workers stood frozen, mouths agape.
Gu Qiqi frowned. “What’s wrong?”
Rong Yi strode over to the living room entrance, stopped, and lifted his chin to ask the foreman, “You—how much silver for clearing this house?”
The foreman, dazzled by his striking looks, took a moment to snap out of it—good heavens, this godlike figure was talking to him!
“…4000 yuan,” he answered honestly.
“If I handle the clearing myself, can that cost be deducted?” Rong Yi pressed.
“Of course, of course you can.” The foreman bowed and scraped, like a fawning servant before a wealthy young master.
“Fine. You bring your men tomorrow to do the repairs, at the price she said.” Rong Yi gave the order decisively.
“Well…”
Rong Yi glared. “Get out of here now!”
“Yes, yes! We’ll come back tomorrow…” The foreman hurried off with his crew.
Gu Qiqi snapped back to reality and asked, “Rong Yi, what are you doing?”
“You blamed me for smashing your roof, didn’t you? I’ll take care of the clearing.” Rong Yi tossed out the words and turned back toward the study.
Qiqi chased after him. “But are you planning to clear the trash yourself?”
Rong Yi nodded.
Gu Qiqi froze. “No way? You don’t have any magic powers!”
Rong Yi stopped in his tracks. “It’s just clearing trash. Strength is enough!”
Gu Qiqi feigned reluctance. “Forget it, let’s just hire someone. You’ve only just recovered…”
“Leave this to me. No more discussion.” Rong Yi continued walking inside. “And from now on, don’t you dare smile at anyone like that!”
What?
Gu Qiqi was stunned—smile at who? Like what? What kind of smile? What did he even mean? Rong Yi, would you care to explain!
But Rong Yi ignored her, storming back into the room.
The girl’s pure, sweet smile kept flashing before his eyes, stirring irritation in his heart. The dark clouds over his head grew thicker—like everyone owed him five million!
Huff, puff…
Heave, ho…
The next morning, the Wolf King was jolted awake by the incessant noise, feeling a bit annoyed.
He always had a bit of a temper upon waking, especially after staying up late reading last night.
What’s going on? What’s that girl up to now?
He threw on a jacket and stepped outside to see—a handcart sat by the living room door. Gu Qiqi, wrapped in a blue apron with a white towel tied around her head, gripped a large iron shovel, bustling in and out of the house, drenched in sweat.
She was clearing the trash—loading rubble from the living room onto the cart, pushing it out to the yard, and then hauling it to the designated dump.