Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (68)

She wasn’t his sister?

He closed his eyes, pressing down the huge waves rolling in his heart, before expressionlessly combing his messy hair.

Then he crouched down and indifferently asked: “You said that Weiwei is not my sister?”

Bai Ziwen sobbed: “Didn’t you know? If not, why would you beat me like this?”

The reason he had beat her was because he had thought Bai Weiwei was his biological sister.

Lu Zixi’s fingers were trembling slightly. He curled them into a tightly clenched fist. “So you’re saying that that year, you adopted Bai Weiwei from that orphanage.”

Just as Lu Zixi interrogated Bai Ziwen.

Bai Weiwei suddenly heard the system’s warning.

【Countdown to failure of the side task. Please complete the task of achieving 100 favorability within 30 minutes. If the time exceeds 30 minutes, the host must run naked around the Earth’s equator.】

This warning was sharp and terrifying.

This was the first time Bai Weiwei was faced with a side task failure.

She rolled off the couch and onto the floor. “How did the side task fail?”

Bai Ziwen was extremely good at keeping secrets.

Even this fake daughter of hers, from young to old, was unaware that she wasn’t her biological daughter.

And due to Bai Ziwen’s enormous gambling debt, she was even less likely to reveal the secret.

This let Bai Weiwei feel reassured about the completion of the side task.

So she had put all her focus on the main mission.

System: “The male lead knocked your mom around, and she confessed on her own.”

Bai Weiwei: “‘Your mom’ is right1. Where’s Lu Zixi? I have to grind hard. If the favorability is less than a hundred after thirty minutes…”

The system was excited. “You’re going to go streaking around the equator?”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

Was this scummy system enjoying her misfortune2? It was, ba.

The system searched Lu Zixi’s location, and she immediately called the reporters and posted it on the Internet.

Exposing his location.

The system looked at her practiced and skilled appearance. As expected, she had done many evil deeds; she moved so nimbly.

Then Bai Weiwei desperately rushed over to the coffee shop.

“Why did you call over so many people?”

Bai Weiwei: “More people will make it livelier. They’ll come to scold and curse us, and I’ll come rushing over into the center of danger3, shouting that I will never leave him, okay? And a hundred favorability will be in my grasp.”

Lu Zixi was still at ninety-eight points.

Wasn’t it just his insecurity making a bit of trouble?

System: “You’re really getting better and better at playing your tricks.”

Bai Weiwei: “Try transmigrating ten times; you’ll go from a rookie to a veteran.”

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“Afterwards, I adopted her from the orphanage. I’m telling you the truth! I just wanted a bit of the asset.”

Bai Ziwen’s face was beaten black and blue, and her sobs were incredibly pathetic.

She didn’t expect Lu Zixi to be so terrifying.

Even if he didn’t acknowledge his sister, he still beat her to death.

Lu Zixi looked at her, a layer of frost in his eyes. “Assets? Do you know how much I hate you? I didn’t kill you because I didn’t want to dirty my hands, and you still dare to appear in front of me.”

Bai Ziwen’s entire body was shaking. She didn’t dare to make a sound.

Lu Zixi: “Does Bai Weiwei know about this?”

Bai Ziwen’s mind was in disarray. She was afraid she would be beaten to death by him. What should she say?

“I don’t know. But if she knew that she wasn’t my biological child, why would she be filial to me?”

Lu Zixi coldly stared at her and suddenly scoffed.

“Adopting her may have been the most correct thing you’ve done.”

If it weren’t for Bai Ziwen adopting her, he reckoned he would never have met Bai Weiwei, ba.

All kinds of turbulent emotions raged in Lu Zixi’s chest.

But in the end, there was only one desire. He wanted to go back.

He wanted to tell Bai Weiwei that they were not siblings, that they could be together.

1: Referring to the curse, “your mom.”

2: 幸灾乐祸: lit. to take joy in calamity and delight in disaster; fig. to rejoice in other people’s misfortune; schadenfreude.

3: 奋不顾身: to dash on bravely with no thought of personal safety.