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"You used to bully him all the time when you were little, now it's his turn to bully you."
Qiao's mother joked, "What goes around comes around."
Qiao Jingjing was lively from a young age and enjoyed bullying her younger brother.
The old man let things take their course, saying his son wasn't that spoiled.
He was quite pleased with his daughter's cleverness.
They say a smart girl won't be afraid of suffering losses in the future.
Qiao's mother is able to treat everyone equally.
The daughter was being too disruptive, so he stepped in to stand up for his son.
But if Qiao Yu doesn't do well on her exams, she and the old man will occasionally play a doubles match.
He usually plays the role of the righteous villain.
Qiao Jingjing took off her bathrobe and stepped into the bathtub.
Qiao's mother looked at her daughter's body with great satisfaction.
His gaze shifted downwards, fixing on his daughter's buttocks, and he was suddenly startled:
"Jingjing, how come you have bruises on your butt? Who pinched you?"
"What bruise?"
Qiao Jingjing turned her head blankly to look at her buttocks, but of course she couldn't see anything.
But a chill ran through her. Who else could "383" be but your son?
I absolutely cannot say that Qiao Yu choked me.
If I told you, Grandpa would turn in his grave.
Fortunately, Qiao Jingjing and Qiao Yu were alike; lies came out of their mouths without batting an eye. She said:
“Jinbei pinched me. I was playing with her when I woke up and she pinched me by accident, and I got a bruise.”
The blame can only be shifted to Su Jinbei.
Qiao's mother said "oh" and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they were focused on finding a partner for their daughter, they were afraid that she would cheat on them with other men behind their backs.
The public image of celebrities, in particular, is not very good.
"Mom knows. The entertainment industry isn't as bad as your dad thinks. You're so smart, you know how to protect yourself."
"Mom just wants to say, don't be too ambitious. It's better to earn less than to compete for being a superstar or a popular actress. Our family is not short of money."
The more you receive, the more you give.
"Okay, Mom," Qiao Jingjing said. "How much savings do we have right now?"
Qiao's mother patted her daughter's head: "Why are you worrying about this? I only have two or three hundred thousand here."
"Dad has about a million, but some of that is reserved for Ayu's wedding."
"Originally, you were a part of it, but now that you're not short of money, you're no longer a part of it."
Qiao Jingjing complained, "He always says he was adopted, but I'm the one who was adopted."
Qiao's mother was taken aback and did not respond to her daughter's words.
There was silence for a moment.
Qiao's mother helped her daughter wipe her back and apply ointment.
Looking at my daughter's beautiful face, I felt a surge of emotions.
A mother is naturally happy and proud of her beautiful daughter.
Qiao Jingjing is praised wherever she goes.
When I was little, if I took her out for a walk, all the aunties and grandmas in the neighborhood would fight over who would carry her.
But Qiao's mother always felt that her daughter had gone astray.
Big eyes and a round face when I was a child.
She has transformed into her current appearance with almond-shaped eyes, a foxy face, and a seductive charm.
After junior high school, girls begin to change a lot as they grow up.
Her sweet and adorable appearance has vanished, and at such a young age, she gives off the feeling of a "femme fatale".
And look at that figure, she wasn't given hormones.
How come it's so big and so perky...
My son is better; he's been mediocre and unremarkable since he was a child.
No worries about growing crooked...
Actually, Qiao's mother prefers a daughter like Su Jinbei.
She is dignified, beautiful, and has a generous and poised personality.
She has the air of a well-bred lady.
It's an incredible blessing that my son was able to win over Su Jinbei.
Although this is unlikely.
At least we have a goal now.
But my daughter is all grown up and still doesn't have a boyfriend.
People used to say that sons couldn't find wives, but now it seems that it's daughters who should be worried.
"By the way, Jinbei said her family has connections and she'll call and talk to the leaders at Shanghai Broadcasting and Television. Has she made the call?" Qiao's mother asked.
"Yes, Mom, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I'm all grown up now, so don't worry about me."
Qiao Jingjing said, "You should worry about your son. He's not even looking for a job during his internship. Don't let him become a useless bum at home."
Qiao's mother asked, "What does he do at home? Play games?"
"That's not the case, he's writing novels all day long."
"Don't let your dad hear that, or he'll give you a beating. Made money yet?"
"I don't know," Qiao Jingjing's eyes flickered. "He's being so mysterious, he won't even let me see his author account."
"I reckon they didn't make any money," Qiao's mother said worriedly.
Qiao Jingjing agreed with her mother: "That's right, otherwise how could he have kept it a secret so well? Luckily, I helped him save up his money for his future wife. It's the royalties from his songs."
"Why are you saving up for his wife's wedding?"
"If I'm not satisfied with the wife he finds in the future, I won't give him any money."
"Don't worry about me. You should worry about yourself."
Qiao Jingjing said, "I'm going to take care of it."
She paused, then said defiantly, "I'm going to interfere."
Qiao's mother criticized and educated him: "Only Ayu is accommodating to you. If it were any other brother, it would be because his sister is in charge of the money for his wife."
Qiao Jingjing fidgeted and slapped the water's surface in frustration.
Water splashed all over Qiao's mother's face. "Hey, you kid, you deserve a beating from your dad."
When Qiao Yu woke up, it was already dark, and his head was throbbing.
This is Qiao Jingjing's room.
The curtains were drawn, and it was dark.
Qiao Jingjing hasn't stayed here for a long time, and her faint body fragrance is no longer in the air.
He set up his stance in the room and performed a set of internal training techniques gifted by the system.
I felt refreshed.
[Ding! Please do not slack off in your cultivation.]
The system's long-absent voice sounded, reminding Qiao Yu that he had been neglecting his cultivation recently.
"System, it seems like you haven't spoken to me in a long time."
[A silly system like me, who can't let its host punch Europe and America, trample Japan, or wipe out Korea with a single breath, should try to avoid making my presence felt.]
"Why do you say that? You're actually making fun of me."
Isn't that right? Readers all say the protagonist and the system are really weak, while the system in the other game easily changed the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall situation, overall structure, and overall dynamics).
"This is a sad story, System. There don't seem to be any missions lately."
Seeing the system's pessimistic attitude, Qiao Yu changed the subject.
[Host, your laziness truly makes me despair. Ever since Qiao Jingjing won the championship, have you lost all ambition?]
You don't even have the desire to show off.
The system says:
[What a terrible system paired with a terrible host! The host next door has already shaken hands with the president, while you're content just taking advantage of your older sister every day.]
“I have ambitions, you know. I should go out and get a job. Staying at home writing novels can make money, but I can’t accumulate work experience and a network of contacts.”
But you've applied for so many jobs and haven't been hired yet, have you?
"The opportunity hasn't come yet."
As long as the host is happy.
After a moment of silence, the system continued:
[We are now issuing a new task: Please join any company within three days, regardless of size or major.]
[Success rewards 150 points; failure deducts the corresponding points.]
Qiao Yu was the good-for-nothing son in the old man's eyes.