Chapter 132
“How can that be the same? He’s my father. He’s strict with me because he wants me to become better. You want my life, which means you want me to die. How can wanting me to die be for my own good?”
Chu Huai frowned, his logic quite rigorous. Unfortunately, his father was not nearly as good as he claimed.
Qiu Chi scoffed lightly. “If your dad is doing it for your own good, then I’m doing it for your own good. It’s the same.”
Chu Huai sighed and decided to change the subject. “Then what about my mother? She’s very gentle.”
Qiu Chi glanced at him. “So you really are stupid.”
Chu Huai said seriously, “I’m not stupid.”
Qiu Chi nodded. “Mm, right, you’re not stupid. That’s why you’d mistake a thief for your mother, thinking she’s gentle just because of a few small favors.”
Chu Huai, who had been walking, suddenly stopped in his tracks because of Qiu Chi’s words.
He raised his eyes and stared fixedly at Qiu Chi for a long while. “You’re saying… she’s not my mother?”
“That’s right, she’s not your mom. Isn’t that obvious? The way she treats Chu Yang versus the way she treats you—haven’t you noticed? Haven’t you ever been suspicious?”
Chu Huai lowered his eyes and said nothing, walking silently ahead.
Qiu Chi didn’t disturb him, letting him think for himself.
No matter how stupid he was, it was impossible that he hadn’t thought about it or had his suspicions. He just didn’t dare to think further.
Now that Qiu Chi had pierced through the first layer of denial, even if he wanted to continue deceiving himself, Qiu Chi wouldn’t allow it.
It wasn’t that she was so full of righteous hatred for evil.
It was purely that if you were going to kill someone, you should at least let them know the truth.
On the matter of his mother, Chu Huai wouldn’t deceive himself.
He thought silently for a long time before looking up at Qiu Chi and asking, “Then… are you my mother?”
Qiu Chi’s previously leisurely expression instantly turned ugly, and her voice became somewhat sinister. “Do I look like her?”
If he dared to say yes, Qiu Chi guaranteed she wouldn’t beat him to death—just half to death, at most.
Seeing Qiu Chi’s ugly expression, Chu Huai silently shook his head. “No. Then are you my mother’s friend? Did she ask you to come help me?”
Qiu Chi said with a cold face, “No. I have no connection to your mother. I don’t know her. I came here to take your life. Helping you now is just to make you die a little more willingly.”
Chu Huai asked in a small voice, “Can someone really be willing to die?”
Qiu Chi sneered. “It’s that I think you’re willing. It’s not necessary for you to actually be willing. Understand?”
Chu Huai nodded obediently. “Understood.”
After speaking, he fell silent again.
After a while, he asked again, “My mother… do you know how she died?”
“I do. She was killed by your current parents working together. You were lucky not to have died with her. Now they’re plotting to kill you too.”
Chu Huai found a loophole. “But I didn’t know anything when I was little. Why didn’t they kill me then? Why do they have to kill me now?”
Seeing that Chu Huai was showing a tendency to become like Murong Yi, Qiu Chi slapped him. “Where are all these stupid questions coming from? If you want to know, get stronger and ask them yourself. Isn’t that better than asking me here?”
Chu Huai: “…”
Qiu Chi felt that Chu Huai was just asking for a beating.
Now, after a few slaps, wasn’t he better?
“Are you from the ghost small world? Do you know their world’s techniques? Can you teach me? I want to learn. Don’t you want my life? You teach me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Qiu Chi was very satisfied with Chu Huai’s perceptiveness in this statement. “It would have been better if you were like this from the start.”
Chu Huai was actually quite talented when it came to metaphysics.
While Qiu Chi was teaching him, he couldn’t help but ask, “If I learn all this, will I be able to… capture you?”
Qiu Chi shot him a cold glance and asked with a smile, “What do you think?”
Chu Huai decided to shut up and study hard.
Qiu Chi snorted coldly. Still thinking of capturing her? He’d have better luck dreaming.
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