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Luo Xuezhi wanted to call her uncle for help, but given his own troubles, he had no time to deal with her trivial matters. Feeling both overwhelmed and helpless, she feigned concern and brought a cup of hot milk to knock on Wei Jingxi's bedroom door.
She saw him frowning in his pajamas, tying the open collar to cover his fair skin.
"What gives you the right to come in without permission?" Wei Jingxi said sharply.
Maintaining a calm smile, Luo Xuezhi replied, "I thought you heard me knocking."
"I did hear, but I never said you could come in," he retorted coldly.
Her hands trembled slightly as she said, "I am technically your A-Qin; how can you dislike me so much?"
With a sarcastic tone, Wei Jingxi shot back, "You're my mother, twelve years older than me—how did you even give birth?"
Seeing his stubbornness, Luo Xuezhi felt both annoyed and relieved. It was clear that he was destined to be a rebellious and spoiled child. He only pretended to behave in front of Wei Nanxuan; all she needed was for Wei Nanxuan to see that his son had not changed at all.
"This is freshly made hot milk; it helps with sleep. If you don't mind, why not give it a try?" she suggested, trying to change the subject delicately as she stepped forward to offer the milk.
Wei Jingxi's expression darkened as he sneered without even looking at her. "I've long since weaned; you might as well save it for your own baby."
"After all, it's your brother or sister. Must you speak so harshly?"
Luo Xuezhi gripped the cup tightly, her long nails scraping against the glass with a sharp sound. She felt like throwing the milk in his face; he was so rude and uncouth.
Wei Jingxi scanned her from head to toe and said impatiently, "I can't help it; I'm just not in the mood. As an elder, you shouldn't just barge into a young man's room without thinking. It's one thing if I'm dressed; what if I weren't? Should I tell my dad that you don't know how to behave, or should I blame myself for having such a revealing habit?"
Luo Xuezhi was left speechless by his remarks, her teeth clenched in anger as her face turned pale.
"Oh right," Wei Jingxi added with a smirk, "I can wear whatever I want in my own room; that hardly makes me indecent."
Seeing her distressed expression only made him more pleased. He paused before delivering another blow: "So really, you're quite lacking in manners. I don’t know what my dad sees in you. Given his status, finding a younger stepmother wouldn’t be surprising at all. Don’t take it personally; I’m not saying you’re old. It’s just that those crow’s feet are becoming quite noticeable—maybe take some time for a facial treatment so outsiders don’t think my dad is stingy with money on you. That kind of misunderstanding doesn’t sound pleasant."
In the end, Luo Xuezhi didn’t throw the milk at Wei Jingxi’s face; she almost drank it herself instead—not out of any other reason but simply to cool her anger down.
The child had a sharp tongue.
Luo Xuezhi smiled expressionlessly, leaving without even a greeting. She never followed rules, so why should she start now?
Holding an empty cup, Luo Xuezhi turned the corner and ran into Guan Su Lin, who had just come upstairs.
This uncle of hers was incredibly busy; in just a few months, his business in the country had taken off remarkably. Returning alone, he had managed to meet many influential figures. There were business tycoons and high-ranking government officials among them, and their power was undeniable.
Guan Su Lin was a true workaholic; catching a glimpse of him was harder than climbing to the heavens.
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