Fu Zhawei loosened his hand and looked at her angrily. His eyes were cold and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "You deserve it."

Listen! Listen! Is this human language?

Fu Qingqing was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and glared at him angrily, "I waited for you out of good intentions, worried that something might happen to you on the way, and you came back and pinched my face and said I deserved it? Fu Zhewei, you bastard!"

Fu Zhewei was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and got straight to the point: "Lin Jianxue is divorced, why didn't you tell me?"

"Ah?" Fu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, a trace of guilt flashing across her eyes, but she quickly reacted and a bewildered expression appeared on her face. "What did you say? Sister Xiaoxue is divorced? When did it happen?"

This guy… knew it so quickly? Who told him? Did Sister Jianxue say it herself?

Looking at her brother's eyes, which looked particularly dark and deep in the moonlight, Fu Qingqing's eyes quickly turned around and she decided to never admit it. She puffed out her chest and said with confidence:

"How would I know? I don't know at all! Besides, even if I knew, why should I tell you? This is Sister Xiaoxue's private matter!"

Fu Zhewei looked at her stubborn expression and sneered, "You don't know? Who was it that told me mysteriously last week that they had good news and bad news?"

Fu Qingqing: “…” Oh no!

"I asked you to speak first," Fu Zhewei pressed on, "but you insisted on making me choose. I chose the bad news—so, what is the good news you've been hiding?"

"I..." Fu Qingqing was choked, her face flushed red, and she tried to argue, "That was...that was..."

"What is it?" Fu Zhewei's voice became even colder. "Fu Qingqing, do you think I've been too nice to you lately?"

Seeing the undisguised threat in her brother's eyes, Fu Qingqing shrank her neck.

Her eyes rolled around, and she suddenly straightened her back and said confidently:

"Who said you had to choose the bad news?! I gave you the chance to know the good news, but you didn't want it! Can you blame me for that?!"

Fu Zhewei: “…”

He was so angry at Fu Qingqing's godlike logic that he felt dizzy.

He secretly gritted his teeth, almost gritting his teeth as he uttered the following words:

"Fu, Qing, Qing! I think you are tired of living!"

Fu Qingqing looked at her brother's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and shrank her neck.

But then I thought, I am holding the biggest "trump card" in my hand!

The little girl put her hands on her hips, stuck out her tongue at Fu Zhewei, made a face, and raised her voice an octave higher, shouting crisply:

"Humph! Fu Zhewei, you big idiot! You only know how to bully me!"

"If you dare to pinch my face again, I'll go complain to Sister Xiaoxue!"

She paused, deliberately dragging out her tone, and threatened with a hint of pride:

"When the time comes, I'll tell Sister Xiaoxue that you're a bad brother who bullies your own sister every day! I'll tell her to ignore you from now on! Let's see what you do!"

Fu Zhewei's face turned even darker:

"You dare."

Fu Qingqing raised her chin high, like a proud little peacock:

"See if I dare!"

After saying this, fearing that her brother would really get angry and attack her, Fu Qingqing immediately slipped away, leaving behind a smug "lululu", and like a slippery little loach, she scurried back to her room, slammed the door shut, and bolted it from the inside.

The whole action was done in one go, clearly a result of practice making perfect.

“…”

Outside the door, Fu Zhewei looked at the tightly closed door, and his tense jawline slowly relaxed.

The night wind blew, and he was the only one left in the yard.

He stood there, silent for a moment.

Then, the corners of his tightly pursed lips curved up almost imperceptibly.

This girl...

He even dared to use Lin Jianxue to threaten him, but...

She is right.

I seem to be a little... too happy.

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