Qi Mingren's head was spinning. When she came to her senses, she slowly typed a question mark in her mind.
Is Yu Sijin ill?
He's not tired of living, so why would he commit suicide?
He opened his mouth, wanting to curse with "wishful thinking," but his face was already swollen from slapping the table, and the only sound his lips made was: "tsk...tsk tsk..."
"Oh, still hungry?" Si Jin smiled, then used her divine power to roll up the monkey meatball on the ground, dusty as it was, and stuffed it all into Qi Mingren's mouth.
Then, they found a thick chain in the room and left Qi Mingren outside, not allowing him to enter.
Nie Linyuan couldn't bear to see Si Jin looking at this thing anymore, so he volunteered to go outside and tied Qi Mingren up like a pretzel.
Qi Mingren was powerless to resist, her bloodshot eyes filled with hatred: "You...love rival...you think Yu Sijin is anything good? He can abandon me now, and he can abandon you in the future too, sob sob sob..."
"You've got the wrong name, haven't you?" Nie Linyuan grabbed a rag and used it to shut him up, giving him a slight smile as he left: "I'm your father."
After saying that, he slowly walked into the house, washed his hands, and casually picked up a mop to wipe the oil stains on the floor. He then asked, seemingly casually, "Your diary, did you lose it before?"
Si Jin paused for a moment, then belatedly realized that there was such a thing.
"Hmm, it seems so."
“I took it secretly.” Nie Linyuan said, putting down the mop and taking out the diary from his briefcase. “Take a look first, see if it’s yours. I’m going to cook.”
"Hmm." Nodding, Si Jin put away the diary, feeling that this guy was a little...different.
But in terms of attitude, there seems to be nothing wrong with it. The soul is pure and clean, without any trace of pollution. What's the difference?
What can you see in the diary in your hand?
Si Jin lowered her head and opened the book. On the first page, besides the diary she had forged, there was another kind of notebook.
It was written in the red pen of the punishment room, in Nie Linyuan's handwriting: I'm sorry, I will love you well from now on.
The second page reads: "I want to experience the hurt you suffered tenfold or a hundredfold. Is that an apology?"
Page 3: I want to spend the rest of my life making amends.
Si Jin felt a bad premonition rising in her heart. She continued to flip through the diary. She answered each page carefully in red pen. But Nie Linyuan's expression just now did not look like he was about to be cremated.
Sure enough, the last page clearly stated: You lied to me. Since the feelings were fake, after you finish reading this, I will stop talking to you. I'll give you a day to think about what to do.
"..."
[Pfft—] Before Si Jin could speak, Xiao Yao burst out laughing in her mind.
The adults certainly didn't expect that Little Heavenly Lord would regain his memories at this crucial moment.
They thought that if Lu You didn't say anything, it would remain a secret forever.
hiahiahia(ω)hiahiahia
I really want to laugh, but I dare not. I have to hold it in!
Looking at the system trembling with suppressed rage in his mind's eye, Si Jin sighed softly, casually put down the diary, and reminded him with her divine sense: You seem very happy.
【No!】 Xiao Yao immediately stood at attention, clenching her teeth and trying to look serious.
We've been discovered.
A wicked glint flashed in Si Jin's eyes. Wouldn't that... make things even more fun?
[Hiss...] Xiao Yao doesn't understand, how can adults crash so calmly?
Want to see me fail? Si Jin responded, her beautiful peach blossom eyes curving involuntarily, filled with intense interest: Let's make a bet, little one, at this time tomorrow, he will still coax me. Let's bet 40 points, how about it?
Salaries from two different dimensions!!!
Xiao Yao immediately became alert: "Sir, I..."
Okay, it's a deal. I'll take that as a yes.
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