Rebirth in the 80s: The Plan to Raise a Female Tycoon

University student Qin Xiaoyu died with deep regrets, betrayed by a scumbag. Reborn, she finds herself in the body of a 25-year-old young widow with depression and two children, living in the 1980s...

Chapter 168 Qi Si Returns

Aunt Wang was right. Qi Si had suffered some minor injuries. Qin Xiaoyu noticed his swollen eyes and several abrasions on his cheeks at a glance.

"Brother, you've suffered so much." Qin Xiaoyu couldn't stop crying when she saw her family.

"Girl, I'm so confused. Are you a goddess? How did you manage to get me out of this mess? A fine of 1,000 yuan and it's all over?" Qi Si still couldn't believe that Qin Xiaoyu had such power.

"Never mind all that. Now that you're out, make sure you don't give anyone any leverage over you. Throw away your guns and stuff. No, what if bad guys pick them up? Hand them over, hand them over voluntarily!" Qin Xiaoyu was terrified and kept giving her instructions.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. But I won't let anyone who offends you off lightly."

Qi Si is a vengeful person, and that's what Qin Xiaoyu fears about him—he could easily cause someone's death. Once Qi Si regains his freedom, he'll be a king, while the others will all become bronze-level warriors.

"Nobody provoked me. They're just being unreasonable. It's okay to forgive and forget. It's really nothing."

"You went to see Aunt Wang?"

"Yes, I promised Aunt Wang that we would take care of her in her old age and bring her out of the village. It's not a place for anyone to live anyway. You earn quite a bit of money, and if you save a little, it will be enough for her."

“You’re wrong about your brother. Do you think I don’t want to support her? In other words, do you think she needs us to support her? Do you know how much money the old lady has? It’ll scare you to death if I told you.”

"What? Then why does she live in that run-down place?"

"If she moves to a bright and clean place to perform her shamanistic rituals, would the shaman dare to come?"

"But if she doesn't need money, why would she become a fortune teller?"

"She'd be bored to death if she didn't become a fortune teller. Where would all those people come to tell her gossip? You're too naive," Qi Si said, tapping Qin Xiaoyu's nose.

He bent down, picked up the two children, one in each arm, and walked towards the door.

Where are we going?

"Keeping the kids cooped up at home all the time is making them grow moldy. Come on, Uncle will take you to the park and we'll have some ice cream." Qi Si said, giving each child a kiss.

"No! My little sister just recovered from a cold, but she's still coughing tonight, so she's not allowed to eat ice cream!"

Qin Xiaoyu ran after her.

"Hey girl, I'm still curious, how did you get to know that expert?" Qi Si racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out.

"I was also confused. Well, when my wife was hospitalized, a patient in the next bed almost choked on his urine, so I called the doctor for him..."

"Girl, you're ruthless, this actually works?"

Qin Xiaoyu scratched her head, "That's really how it is."

"So, the Bai family is just going to let it go like that?"

"Probably. Right now, I just want to let things go and live a peaceful life. Let it be, I accept my fate..."

A white sedan stopped not far away, and a woman in white clothes and pants got out of the car; it was Bai Weiwei.

Qi Si put the two children on the ground, squinted his eyes, and clenched his fists.

"Brother, take them over there and wait for me. Once this is over, let's not cause any more trouble." Qin Xiaoyu pushed Qi Si back forcefully.

"Miss Bai, is there anything else you need?" Qin Xiaoyu stepped forward.

"Qin Xiaoyu, I underestimated you. You're ruthless." Bai Weiwei's voice was a little hoarse, and Qin Xiaoyu then noticed that there were tears on her face, as if she had been crying.

"You're ruthless; you never intended to give me a way out."

"But you've come back to life, haven't you?" Bai Weiwei said resentfully. She took out a red invitation card from her handbag, handed it to Qin Xiaoyu, and said, word by word, "Thanks to you, I'm getting married soon, and I hope you can attend the wedding."

Upon hearing that she was getting married, Qin Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she felt a little scared. Could it be that Zhou Xing had been out of contact all this time...?

She quickly flipped open the invitation, which read: Bride Bai Weiwei, Groom Zuo Xiangyang.

The name is unfamiliar; it seems she's not from Zhou Xing's circle. It appears Bai Weiwei is completely disappointed in Zhou Xing, but this change of personnel is too quick.

"Forget it, I'd better not go. I don't want to ruin your good time." Qin Xiaoyu handed the invitation back.

"You have to come." Bai Weiwei's gaze was icy, as if she wanted to strangle Qin Xiaoyu.

"Must? You're ordering me around? I'm really not interested, do as you please." Qin Xiaoyu didn't want to see her even once more.

Bai Weiwei's eyes reddened, she stared at her for a long time, then stomped her foot, turned around, and drove away.

"Inviting you to the wedding? Does that mean I have to apologize to you at the wedding?" Qi Si asked, puzzled, looking in the direction Bai Weiwei had gone.

"How could that be? The Bai family isn't without any influence. Even if Mr. Lei helps me, all he can do is bring the two families together and get the Bai family to apologize to me. I'm afraid he doesn't have that ability." Qin Xiaoyu shook her head.

She never expected that this was not the end of the matter. In the evening, an uninvited guest arrived at her door.

"How did you find me?" Qin Xiaoyu regretted asking the question as soon as it left her mouth. Qing Xiaoxu must be Bai Weiwei's accomplice; how could she not know her home address?

Perhaps because she was busy with her daughter's wedding, Qing Xiaoshen's face was very pale, clearly showing signs of lack of rest and anxiety.

"Qin Xiaoyu, let's get straight to the point. You must attend my daughter's wedding. How much do you want?"

"Holy crap!" Qin Xiaoyu couldn't stay calm anymore. What the hell? Inviting her to Bai Weiwei's wedding and then asking her to pay him back? When did she become so valuable?

"Give me a number," Qing Xiaoxu said, her face weary and her voice weak.

"We shouldn't be talking about this, right?" Qin Xiaoyu suddenly had a bright idea. Why not take advantage of this opportunity? Although Qing Xiaoxu's apology was worthless, it would be good to vent her anger by teasing her.

“I understand. You want me to apologize? Fine, I'll apologize sincerely. We're the ones who have wronged you. Just tell me what compensation you want, as long as you can come to my daughter's wedding.” Qing Xiaoxu stood there for a long time, seemingly unable to stand any longer, and swayed slightly.

"Hey, if you can't stand properly, sit down and talk. Don't fall in our house and try to scam me. What do you want from our house? Don't try to extort me!" Qin Xiaoyu became increasingly suspicious that she had some kind of scheme.

"How could I dare to extort you? Just promise me you'll attend my daughter's wedding. I have no other requirements."

"Why?"

"One of the conditions for reconciliation is that someone requests your attendance at the wedding. He says this will mitigate some of the negative impact on you." Qing Xiaoxu was deeply averse to that name and dared not mention it at all, which Qin Xiaoyu understood somewhat.

Since she has someone backing her up, why not cause some trouble? She needs to redeem herself, and this is a good opportunity.

Qin Xiaoyu hadn't dressed up properly in a long time. She went through her clothes and found a few that she hadn't worn before, but none of them seemed quite right. Finally, she set her sights on a little black dress.

She's been really busy lately, and she's lost a lot of weight; the waistband of her dress is all loose. She took it to Master Xu to have it altered.

"I've been worried about you not coming. Commander Wang doesn't know your situation either." Master Xu is a sentimental person, and Qin Xiaoyu believes that he must be thinking this way, not just saying it after the fact.