1067: Chapter 1075 - The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (73)

Chapter 1075 - The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (73)

Chapter 1075 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (73)0

Making him clean the house, making him fetch more plum cakes, and warming her bed before sleeping1.

Thinking about it this way… was he a masochist.

Unexpectedly, he was eagerly waiting for her to act like that again, finding it easier than her ignoring him.

Even giving him a sidelong glance was better.

Perhaps it was because his mind was elsewhere, but the third prince asked, “Do you have pressing matters?”

Qi Chimu replied hurriedly, “Not at all, I was just thinking of…” her.

He shut up just in time.

The third prince was very considerate. “I understand. You are a newlywed. You should return and accompany your wife ba.”

Qi Chimu wanted to explain himself, but seeing the other party’s bright eyes, as though he’d seen through everything, he could only go along with the lie.

Then he gave up on the opportunity to develop a deep friendship with the third prince.

And once again went back.

He also held a plum cake in his hand.

The notification of Qi Chimu’s return went off.

Bai Weiwei was extremely natural and smooth. She fluidly propped her face with her hands, put on a melancholic face, and sadly looked out the half-open window towards the blooming plum blossoms with dull eyes.

Angle, posture, expression.

Not a thing out of place.

When Qi Chimu stepped through the door, he looked up and saw Bai Weiwei sitting by the window, facing him.

She was dainty and thin, her slender, pale fingers supporting her face. It was a rare moment when there was no coquettish or indifferent expression on her face.

Instead, her cupped face had a bit of cute baby fat.

But none of this could match up to the fragile sorrow in her expression.

When did Bai Weiwei, who was arrogant and domineering, brainless and selfishly uncaring of others–

—have such a sorrowful and fragile expression?

She had always been a little hedgehog.

Unbearable and prickly.

She seemed to have just noticed him. She looked blankly back at him.

The tail ends of her eyes were red, and tears were faintly visible in her eyes, a sort of silent, grieving suffering flowing out.

For a moment, Qi Chimu couldn’t speak. He could only stand there foolishly, the cake in his hand trembling a few times.

Bai Weiwei saw that it was him and immediately reached up to rub her eyes. Then she gave a snort and adjusted her posture, turning her back to him.

Qi Chimu pursed his lips, the choked anger unable to move up or down.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly took a step forward and came behind her.

“Have some cake?”

Bai Weiwei didn’t speak.

Qi Chimu looked at her figure from behind for a moment and restrained his voice to make it as gentle as possible.

“They’re just made. I also asked them to put in more honey.”

Bai Weiwei was indifferent, not even giving him a sneer.

Such a coldly indifferent Bai Weiwei left him at a loss of what to do, even making his entire body uncomfortable.

He would rather she scold him.

At least when she scolded him, her eyes were pretty, her gaze brightly lit. And more of his shadow was reflected in those eyes.

Qi Chimu couldn’t help but take a few steps around to look at her.

But Bai Weiwei, realizing his intention, changed her posture again, continuing to face his back to her.

Just like this, not looking at him.

It was the first time Qi Chimu had been so completely ignored by someone. His fingers clenched. The cord he held dug into his flesh, but he didn’t feel any pain.

He placed the cake on the table and unwrapped the paper to reveal the beautiful plum cake inside.

Bai Weiwei gave a side glance.

Qi Chimu’s gaze brightened.

But she only took one look and turned her head again, not giving it another glance.

Not even saying a word of disdain.

Qi Chimu’s eyes dimmed. Having endured for so many days, he finally burst. He grabbed Bai Weiwei and forced her to turn around.

Because of his tug, Bai Weiwei’s body tipped back, falling straight into his arms.

1: In the literal way, not like bedwarming in the papapa way. I just couldn’t think of another way to phrase it.

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