Did he say something wrong in Chapter 4?

Li Zhan's monthly living expenses are five thousand.

Even during holidays, this money won't stop; it amounts to 60,000 a year.

Li Mushi even called his grandparents, uncles, aunts, and everyone else who might secretly give him money, right in front of him.

Anyone who dares to steal money from him is going against Li Mushi.

Li Mushi was an oddball among the elders of the Li family.

Despite being the eldest son and having the youngest face, he lived like a conservative old man, and even Grandpa Li and Grandma Li were afraid of this youngest son.

In short, he was like a father to everyone in the Li family.

They will be disciplined at any time.

"Uncle!" Li Zhan exclaimed angrily, "Then how am I supposed to live!"

“Go earn your little savings by working, or sell your golf clubs, bicycles, and sports cars,” Li Mushi said calmly. “Go and experience for yourself how hard it is to earn four thousand.”

Li Zhan pressed his lips together.

Of course he knows how hard it is.

But Jing Ge spent four thousand of the money he had worked so hard to earn!

In order to buy a gift for Li Mushi.

Li Zhan slammed the door and left with a dark expression.

Jing Ge didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The girl sat under the lamp, her eyelids and the tip of her nose like spilled strawberry milk, porcelain white with a hint of pink.

"The living expenses deducted from Li Zhan's account," Li Mushi said fairly, "are to be kept by you."

"Keep it in her possession" is a polite way of saying it, implying that it has been given to her.

Jing Ge lowered his eyelashes slightly: "No need, Uncle. Thank you. I'm sorry to have disturbed your time tonight."

After saying that, Jing Ge nodded and went upstairs.

She had been living in the Li family's house since she was a child and came here often. She was very familiar with everything here, but right now she still wanted to go back to her own home.

Li Mushi leaned back in his chair, pondered for a second, and looked at Zhang Ma: "Did I say something wrong?"

"...No, right?"

"That was my punishment for Li Zhan, and she wasn't satisfied?"

"..." Aunt Zhang shook her head repeatedly, "No way, this punishment is too severe, please don't overthink it."

Li Mushi: "She didn't even take the sugarcane."

Aunt Zhang: "

Your weirdness is scarier than hers.

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As soon as Jingge returned to his bedroom, he received a call from Li's parents.

The two first berated their son without asking why, then tried to coax her into telling them the whole story, promising to stand up for her.

Jingge couldn't bring himself to say that he wanted to go home.

After hanging up the phone, Li's mother transferred a large red envelope to her, telling her to go shopping and buy clothes, and spend the money however she wanted.

The two families are very close, and the red envelopes given to Jing Ge are always transferred directly to her bank card or Alipay, leaving Jing Ge no choice but to accept.

never mind.

For the sake of his parents, Jing Ge is willing to tolerate that bastard Li Zhan for a while longer.

After taking a shower, Li Ying sneaked in, looking pitiful: "Sister~"

Jing Ge lowered his gaze, then closed his eyes: "I won't sign!"

“No way,” Li Ying pouted. “The teacher said that parents have to sign and write ‘read’.”

Jing Ge opened his eyes a crack: "How many points did you get?"

Li Ying stammered, "8 points."

Jingge asked incredulously, "How much? Is the total score 100 or 10?"

Li Ying said weakly, "100."

“I didn’t mean to,” Li Ying quickly said before she could respond, “This exam was extremely difficult.”

Jing Ge was almost driven to despair by her: "Your brother and your uncle are both here, get them to sign."

Li Ying slammed the test paper down with a loud thud, exclaiming excitedly, "My brother just yells at me, saying he could pass even if he stomped on me with his shoe, and then tells me to get lost. You know my uncle, he always gets full marks in all his subjects. If he saw my score, he'd get a corn on his eye!"

They would probably look at someone with the same bewildered, confused, and doubtful gaze one would give a cockroach, wondering how someone could possibly score such an inhuman 8.

"..." Jingge covered his face with a pillow and pretended to cry, "If we get caught, we'll both be punished."

Li Ying shook her arm, pleading, "No, I promise this is the last time!"

Jingge threw the pillow aside and looked at her: "Is your promise even worth anything?"

Li Ying nodded emphatically.

Jing Ge: "I don't believe in guarantees, I only believe in improved results."

"......"

“Starting tomorrow,” Jingge said seriously, “20 minutes of Chinese recitation in the morning, 30 minutes of English listening practice during breakfast, and a mental arithmetic exercise after school. Can you agree to that?”

Li Ying's face fell.

Jing Ge: "Then I won't sign."

"Oh, okay, okay," Li Ying almost cried, "You're just like my uncle, he loves to win without bloodshed..."

Jingge took the exam paper and signed his name.

"Want to sleep with me?"

Li Ying's eyes lit up: "Is that okay?"

Jing Ge: "Consider it my compensation to you for winning without bloodshed."

Li Ying is a restless sleeper; she can roll around in the biggest bed. Over time, her parents have forbidden her from squeezing onto Jing Ge's bed, fearing it would disturb Jing Ge's rest.

She's young, after all; she can fall asleep as soon as she lies down in bed.

Jingge stared at the ceiling in the darkness until about one o'clock in the morning, when he vaguely heard someone coming upstairs.

She, Li Ying, and Li Zhan lived on the second floor.

Li Zhan is back.

However, the footsteps grew closer and closer, seemingly stopping in front of her door.

Jingge tilted his head toward the door.

The footsteps paused for two seconds, then left, followed by the opening and closing of the door next door.

Jingge had a nightmare that night.

In my dream, Li Zhan was holding a knife, grabbing her long hair with his left hand, looking fierce and menacing: "Why do I have to get engaged to you? Why should I be the one to suffer bad luck!"

Jing Ge winced in pain: "You think I'm immune to bad luck?!"

Li Zhan: "You dare to talk back!"

Then, with a snap, her head was severed.

Blood flowed like a waterfall across the ground.

Her shoes were soaked through.

Jing Ge jolted awake with a start.

Her hair was pulling at her scalp, causing her to grimace in pain.

Li Ying slept on her head.

As dawn broke, the Li residence was quiet.

Jingge quietly pulled her hair back, added some water to the dried-out humidifier, went to the bathroom to shower and change clothes, and washed away the cold sweat that had broken out from the nightmare.

She threw her blood-stained shoes by the door.

Worried that the smell of blood would fill the room, Jingge picked up the shoes and tiptoed downstairs, intending to wash them in the mop-washing basin in the courtyard.

The lights were on in the living room on the first floor.

Li Mushi sat under the lamp, writing on a document. Zhang Ma brought over a cup of coffee, and the man thanked her politely, asking her to put it aside.

The two people in the living room saw her at the same time.

Jing Ge said softly, "Good morning, Uncle, Aunt Zhang."

"Why are you up so early?" Zhang Ma asked in surprise. "You went to bed so late last night, you should have slept more."

Jingge shook his head: "I don't want to sleep."

Li Mushi put down the documents, his gaze sweeping over the table and chairs before lingering subtly on her face: "Had a nightmare?"

"......"

Li Mushi: "Does he/she need psychological counseling?"

Jingge shook his head again, thanked him hesitantly, and went into the yard with the shoes in his arms.

“He must be terrified,” Zhang Ma sighed. “The young master didn’t seem quite right when he came back last night either. He probably knows that the princess’s phone call was for help and he’s probably regretting it.”

Li Mushi didn't comment on this, but said calmly, "Steam the sugarcane before letting her eat it."