The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (38)
Bai Weiwei removed her makeup and changed her clothes. Just as she came out, she saw that An Qian, who had been tossed around to the point of exhaustion, had also come out.
As fellow sufferers1, the two of them couldn’t help but exchange a smile.
A young man and young woman, fresh and beautiful.
Lu Zixi raised his eyes and saw their smiles.
His eyelids drooped, and his eyes were filled with a shadowy chill.
His face was expressionlessly as he waited for Bai Weiwei to reach him. “Gege.”
Lu Zixi gave her a deep look. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and tugged her forward, dragging her towards the garage at lightning speed.
Bai Weiwei totteringly followed.
In order to keep up with his pace, she could only start running.
She panted: “Gege, slow down a bit, I can’t keep up.”
When her breath was unsteady, her soft and sweet voice had a hoarse charm to it.
It was quite simply seductive.
Lu Zixi’s footsteps suddenly slowed. His back was frighteningly tense.
After they got in the car, he fastened her seat belt with a steady expression.
The car sped out.
The atmosphere was stagnant, and she felt as though she couldn’t breathe.
The system didn’t dare to let out a breath. “I think the male lead’s been played broken by you.”
The host rubbed up against a host of other men.
She deliberately faked kisses and smiled at other men.
This was making trouble, and making big trouble at that.
Bai Weiwei stroked the system’s well-behaved cat head. “Tongzi, you don’t understand. It’s impossible to brush up family love to a hundred. But to obtain a romantic love value of one hundred, I can only make Lu Zixi acknowledge that even if I’m his biological sister, he will be moved by his beastly desires and give everything up for me.”
System: “…actually, you could pounce and take the initiative to climb into his bed or something. You can also get one hundred, ba.”
Bai Weiwei: “Tongzi, you’ve become a degenerate.”
The system slowly took out a block of… dark chocolate and gnawed on it. “Yeah, ah, I’ve recently eaten too many dark things and now my heart is also black.”
Bai Weiwei: “If I pounce right now and also brush up his discontent, forcing him to admit his feelings, it’s possible.”
Having gone through so many planes, Bai Weiwei was already a veteran driver.
She was thoroughly acquainted with the rules of favorability.
Once they returned home, Lu Zixi finally suppressed his anger.
He didn’t dare to look at Bai Weiwei, worried that he would do something he would regret.
“Go ahead and rest. I’ll leave.”
Saying this, he hurried away.
Bai Weiwei calmly took a bath. When she was done, she lay on the bed.
She set the script aside, then calmly scrolled through her phone.
Lu Zixi was smoking cigarettes outside. He had to calm down.
He had been completely out of control today. If he hadn’t desperately held himself back.
He probably would have taken a chair and killed An Qian when Bai Weiwei kissed him.
A violent madness surged and rolled inside him.
His fingers holding the cigarette were shaking. He coldly told himself, “She’s your sister. Stop getting the wrong idea.”
It was a mistake at first.
He couldn’t be wrong for a lifetime.
He carried a lot on his back. If he indulged in his feelings, they would definitely get out of hand in the end.
Most importantly, he would ruin her.
Lu Zixi returned to the room and saw that Bai Weiwei was lying on the bed, wearing conservative pajamas.
Only her white neck was exposed, and her black hair was scattered across the bed. She casually propped her head on her hand. There was a smile at the edges of her lips as she looked at the notebook.
Lu Zixi couldn’t take a step. This is your sister, your biological sister…
As though reciting the Great Compassion Mantra2, he repeated it a few hundred times before he calmed down.
1: 同病相怜: fellow sufferers empathize with each other; misery loves company.
2: One of the benefits of reciting the Great Compassion Mantra is purification (of the heart from impure thoughts, of bad karma, etc.). It is the second-most recited mantra, and the full mantra consists of 84 phrases, which is on the longer side as far as Buddhist chants go.