"Calling you 'Brother Meng' is a bit awkward. I heard from my dad that you're only a little older than me, so I'll just call you by your name."
Shi Qian finally found a comfortable position and walked outside with Meng Qing, quite satisfied.
Meng Qing did not resist and quietly followed Shi Qian.
He's starting to get a clue; perhaps the past life in his dream wasn't fake after all, but rather the circumstances have changed.
To be precise, it is someone who has changed.
And this person is Shi Qian.
Meng Qing glanced down at the person who was straining to put his hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but chuckle.
"By the way, I was thinking of saying this yesterday: your clothes are no good, they're too thin. How can you wear them in this cold weather?"
"Never mind, you can wear mine for now. Even though you're a bit taller than me, my clothes are all on the larger side, so you should be able to wear them."
Shi Qian released Meng Qing and hurriedly went into the dressing room. When she opened the wardrobe, she was stunned.
I didn't notice it while showering last night, but now that I've opened it, I realize my taste is... well, let's just say it's questionable.
The entire wardrobe looked like someone had spilled their palette, a riot of colors with extremely high saturation. The designs were either studded or featured skulls. If any non-mainstream person saw this, they would surely exclaim that they had met a fellow non-mainstream person.
Shi Qian was somewhat confused. He had never realized that his aesthetic sense was so bad. After racking his brains for a long time, he still couldn't find a single item that was presentable.
Seeing that he had been searching for a long time without making any progress, Meng Qing thought about asking him if he needed help, but her gaze fell on the open wardrobe and she was stunned.
He had never seen so many colors in his entire life.
Shi Qian felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly closed all the cabinets and scratched his head awkwardly.
"Haha... well... I was young and impetuous. I'm leaving now, I'll buy you new clothes."
Shi Qian pushed Meng Qing out of the dressing room and walked out.
"By the way, there should be some clothes in the closet of the guest room my dad arranged for you. Let's go take a look."
"Don't be shy about wearing it. You've already bought it, so it's just sitting there anyway. It's a waste not to wear it."
Meng Qing didn't say anything, just followed behind Shi Qian. Shi Qian was like a little megaphone, chattering away as they walked, and he didn't stop even when they reached the guest room.
Shi Qian opened the door. The room was rather small, a simple suite with only a toilet and a bathroom.
He walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and found that although the clothes inside were still presentable, they were all tattered and torn, with holes here and cuts there.
That shouldn't be the case. These clothes all look new, how could they be torn?
Just as Shi Qian was about to go downstairs to ask the housekeeper, Shi Yan suddenly appeared from some corner.
"This must be Brother Meng's room. It's so nicely decorated. Uncle, you've really put your heart into it."
“I was quite surprised when I heard that Brother Meng had moved to the attic a couple of days ago.”
“Cousin, I didn’t want to say these things. My aunt already had a problem with my uncle bringing outsiders back, and you added fuel to the fire on the phone, which made her even angrier.”
"That's why we had to move Brother Meng from the guest room to the attic."
Shi Yan raised his sleeve and wiped away non-existent tears to show that he felt sorry for Meng Qing.
"And these clothes, all brand new ones bought by your uncle. You don't like Brother Meng, and you don't want Brother Meng to live in your house. As soon as you got home from the plane, you rushed to your room and cut all the clothes to shreds."
As he said this, he glanced up and secretly looked at Meng Qing's reaction.
Unfortunately, Meng Qing did not show the disgust he expected towards Shi Qian.
Shi Yan could only look away and continue speaking:
“Cousin, this is not right of you. Uncle has already said that Brother Meng is just a friend’s child. The paternity test results are in, and you are still making a fuss.”
“Look, Brother Meng came all the way from such a far place, and he doesn’t know anyone here. We’re about the same age as him, so we should be friends.”
"But what you've done is so disappointing. Even if you're my cousin, I have to say something."
When Shi Qian heard this, he felt like he was listening to someone else's story. What did it mean that he cut up all the clothes and kicked people out of the guest room?
How come he doesn't remember such a thing happening?
Shi Qian looked completely bewildered, utterly oblivious to the situation. Meng Qing, on the other hand, didn't react at all, simply standing quietly behind Shi Qian.
Seeing that neither of them was saying anything, Shi Yan became somewhat anxious. No? He'd already said all that! Why hadn't Meng Qing reacted yet?
Why isn't Meng Qing reacting at all?
[Shi Qian did all that—cut his clothes, chased him to the attic—how could he not be angry?]
[You hate him? You despise him? Doesn't Meng Qing hate spoiled rich kids like Shi Qian the most?]
Meng listened to Shi Yan's thoughts but remained completely unmoved.
To be honest, the clothes in this room aren't really his; Shi Qian can do whatever he wants with them.
Besides, he was already staying at someone else's house, so he didn't think it was a big deal if the host didn't like it or had some complaints.
It's not that you can't live in an attic.
Is Shi Qian spoiled? Meng Qing thought about it carefully and realized that the person who had been whining and moaning since being injured yesterday was indeed a bit spoiled.
Is he annoying?
I don't dislike it.
Seeing that Shi Qian seemed to be lost in thought, Shi Yan helplessly tugged at him.
"Cousin, say something!"
Shi Qian then came to his senses, having just been reflecting on how childish he had been.
"Huh? What did you say?"
[You said you hated Meng Qing and were deliberately ostracizing him!]
[You just don't like him! So you cut up his clothes and kicked him out to the attic!]
Shi Yan thought this to himself, but Shi Qian did not do as he expected.
Shi Qian scratched his hair, turned around somewhat embarrassed, and said to Meng Qing:
"Sorry, it turns out I'm the one who tore the clothes."
"It's alright, we're rich. I'll have the housekeeper buy more, I'll make sure you have clothes to wear!"
No, bro, is that the point? Is that the point?! The point is you said you hate him!! You want to get rid of him!!
Aren't you supposed to be a cannon fodder NPC? Why aren't you helping me, the main character, advance the plot?! I haven't made any progress at all!!
When Shi Yan heard Shi Qian's words, he started to get a little frantic. He had finally managed to mentally prepare himself and thought that there might be a problem with the plot, but the general direction was definitely correct.
When he transmigrated, the system clearly told him that he was the protagonist of this world, and that everyone else except him and Meng Qing was just an NPC.
These NPCs are all foolish and easily swayed, lacking their own consciousness. As long as Shi Yan gives them a slight hint or does something, things will develop in the direction the protagonist wants.
But now he feels like he's encountered a bug?
Time! Thousand! Root! Simply! Not! According! the! Rules! Play! the! Cards!
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