Chapter 634 The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (45)
Lu Zixi stood outside the bathroom door. He leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers.
When he heard she wanted to leave.
When it was clear that Bai Ziwen would beat her, sell her, yet she would still rather leave with Bai Ziwen.
His heart grew cold.
She hated him that much?
Hated him to the point that she would rather leave with Bai Ziwen, this woman who abused her.
To run away from him?
Lu Zixi’s face was frosty, the chill in his eyes cold enough to materialize.
Bai Ziwen was still pressuring her.
“If you don’t have ten million, and you won’t acknowledge your brother, then sell your body.”
When Lu Zixi heard these words, his heart ached, but malice sprung up uncontrollably.
Weiwei, look, this is your mother. Have you lost hope in this world?
He had initially wanted to take her away, to prevent her from escaping.
Let Bai Ziwen force her even more revoltingly.
Then she would realize that she couldn’t leave here.
Her brother was wicked.
Her mother was even worse.
Only like this could he shatter her hopes of escape.
Truly a pitiful child.
Bai Ziwen pressed forward step by step, coldly repeating that she would sell her.
Bai Weiwei’s mind, however, was elsewhere. “Tongzi, Lu Zixi’s nearby, ba?”
The system turned to check. “He is.”
Bai Weiwei: “What’s he doing? Does he feel sympathetic, seeing how miserable I am?”
Sympathy would raise the favorability.
The system was silent for a long while before shattering her hopes. “No, he’s smiling quite happily.”
It was the first time that Bai Weiwei doubted life. Her mom was evil, her brother was a pervert–she had such a miserable life.
Bai Weiwei couldn’t help crying. “Tongzi, I feel like the loneliest and most beautiful flower, all alone in the world. Why do they force me so, ying ying ying.”
Bai Weiwei cried until she was satisfied. Feeling disgusted once wasn’t as bad as feeling disgusted multiple times.
She let out thin, pitiful whimpers.
Lu Zixi lowered his head. His stiffly cold face, beneath the shadows, grew more and more sinister.
The cigarette in his hand jerked, and ashes fell to the ground.
Bai Ziwen, seeing Bai Weiwei cry, continued to sneer. “What sort of thing do you think you are? If you didn’t have me, your mother, you would have starved to death long ago. I’ll tell you the truth; I came here today for money.”
Bai Weiwei’s face was filled with tears. She blankly stared. “And if I don’t go back and acknowledge gege?”
Bai Ziwen snorted. “Then I’ll sell you. Any old man will do, as long as he pays ten million.”
Bai Weiwei looked devastated, her eyes hollow. She sobbed to the system, “How could my mom do this to me?”
System: So deep into the act. She really looked pitiful.
It was just about to give her some comfort.
But then Bai Weiwei said: “I’m worth at least 100 billion, ah. I’m so unique and beautiful enough to topple cities–ten million is too little.”
Bai Ziwen’s phone suddenly rang. Her face blanched, but she had no choice but to answer.
It was a debt collector.
“I said I’ll pay the money very soon.”
Her attitude became very low and humble. “Yes yes yes, really. My daughter is a small celebrity, but she’s very pretty. You know the green tea meimei, ba?”
“Yo, your boss likes the green tea meimei? Five million? That’s too little, at least eight million–okay, okay, five million, then, five million.”
“I’ll bring her over…”
Bai Ziwen spoke with a smile and hung up. She’d already changed her mind.
People like Lu Zixi, if they said they wouldn’t recognize their sister, then they really wouldn’t.
Instead of getting ten million from Lu Zixi, it was better to sell Bai Weiwei, not to mention more practical.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Ziwen immediately grabbed Bai Weiwei.
“Come with Mom, ba. Mom will take you to a good place.”