Return of the Antagonistic Lady Boss

Chapter 95: Third Update (Thanks to mia73o527 Xianpa +5)

Jia Xiufang brought the old lady over, and Second Aunt thought she was getting a great deal. Anyway, since the two families had fallen out, she conveniently used this chance to avoid visiting the old lady and intended to exhaust Jia Xiufang.

However, the "clever" Second Aunt didn’t realize that this time her cleverness would backfire on her.

Qian had already set up a flawless scheme.

She had a conversation with Big Uncle, who was indeed sharp and quickly understood, immediately siding with Chen Xiaoqian. Actually, Big Uncle could have been truly shrewd. If he had the boldness to take the old lady to his own home now and coax her to hand over the house, there wouldn’t be any issue involving Qian’s family.

But Big Uncle had his own little calculations. That house wasn’t worth much in his eyes. Taking care of a paralyzed mother was a heavy burden. The current situation was just right; his sister did the work, and he could still get a share of the pie while standing on the moral high ground to suppress his younger brother.

In the future, when confronting in court, he could simply say the younger brother was unfilial, with solid evidence, leaving no room for doubt.

Just like that, Second Aunt thought she had a huge bargain, but she actually managed to lose two relocation houses that were almost in her hands, while Qian’s mother focused on taking care of the old lady.

Qian was about to go to school. The day before she left, she personally sent her troublemaker brother to the game leveling company. She had previously talked with the owner alone, who was initially unwilling to take in Chen Zilong because of his age.

But Qian said she would pay her brother’s salary, and the owner just needed to let him work there for a month. After all, such leveling jobs weren’t legal, and no one would inspect the use of child labor.

Upon hearing this, the owner agreed to let Qian bring Chen Zilong over to try out. If he could handle it, he was willing to let him stay for a month.

When Qian brought her brother over, although Chen Zilong wasn’t good at studies, he was indeed skillful at this. The owner, seeing his capability, decided to keep him.

At this moment, Chen Zilong was full of joy and excitement.

Since it wasn’t a formal company, they had only rented a bare two-bedroom apartment. One room was filled with computers, and the other with a few bunk beds for accommodation. As soon as Qian entered, she frowned.

It was too suffocating, full of smoke.

These people would sometimes stay up all night to guard the time to farm equipment, and when they got sleepy, they’d smoke to refresh themselves.

"Chen Zilong, if you dare to pick up a smoking habit, I’ll have Lang split you like a brick."

"Sis, don’t worry, I’m good here—Bro, you can get that from this? Awesome!" Chen Zilong was attracted by someone’s operation displayed on the screen.

The other person looked at Chen Zilong with a "Are you an idiot?" expression.

"This spot consistently drops rings and guardians. If you come, you’ll also rotate shifts with us to farm."

"Wow, cool!" This place, to Chen Zilong, was simply heaven.

Such valuable equipment, so that’s how it drops, exhilarating!

Seeing him like this, Qian smirked, foolish boy. Once he farms so much that he’s tired and can’t sleep, it won’t be cool but tearful, hahaha!

Okay then, her "cold-hearted disease" acted up again.

Thinking of her silly brother calling out helplessly, she felt so pleased.

"Mr. Li, I’d like to have a word with you," Qian said to the owner.

This owner, looking around 30, had a dragon tattoo, very gangster-like, quite overweight, with pecs almost resembling a woman’s.

He ogled Qian a bit lustfully; having such a pretty girl approach him was a surprise. What man doesn’t like to look at beautiful women?

"My brother is now in your care. This month, he can work for you for free, and I’ll cover his food and wages. But there’s one condition: he’s not allowed to run away; he’s not allowed to leave this room. If he acts up and doesn’t want to work, scare him by saying if he runs you’ll eliminate his family."

Chen is still quite young now, so he’s probably easily deceived.

Qian, bold and confident, relied on her expertise as a psychologist and wasn’t worried about leaving him with psychological scars. When dealing with such kids, she’d rather treat his psychological issues later than let him continue to fall astray.

"Beauty, I’ll help you with this. How about you thank me with yourself?" Mr. Li looked at Qian, licking his lips.

Qian wasn’t a naive 18-year-old girl who didn’t know anything, getting scared when threatened. She glanced contemptuously at Mr. Li’s tattoo and curled her lip.

"What’s up, beauty?" Mr. Li followed her gaze. The tattoo was fine, wasn’t it?

"Is the tattoo to prove you’re so badass? It proves nothing. Only those without confidence resort to such things, trying to pretend they’re tough, but it’s useless."

The truly strong ones, like Zheng Xu or Yu Minglang Major General, would never adorn themselves with such things. Seeing this, they might internally spit, what an idiot.

"Are you courting death?" Mr. Li, being confronted by a little girl, turned livid. Northern men value face; losing face makes them lose their temper.

"I’m doing quite well, no plans of courting death, by the way, who’s the boss around here? Mao Wu?"

"How do you know?" Mao Wu, he’s the boss around here.

Li, this non-mainstream guy with a couple of dragon tattoos posing as a gangster, had to bow and scrape when he saw real bosses like those guys.

"I’m Xu’s psychologist. Xu said if Mao Wu doesn’t behave, use his name, and there won’t be a problem."

"Xu... Xu? Which Xu are you referring to?" Mr. Li was stunned.

"How many Xu’s are there in Q City? My brother’s in your hands. No beating, no abuse, verbal intimidation is okay, just keep it professional. But if anything happens to this kid while he’s here, Xu might invite you for coffee."

Qian could barely hold back her laughter while saying this.

Zheng Xu’s stone-cold face, used to scare people, is simply too effective.

"You, do you really know Xu?" How could such a big shot be related to this little girl?

Qian walked straight to the phone in the living room and dialed a number.

"Zheng Xu, it’s Chen Xiaoqian."

"Mr. Chen."

"Pick me up at Tiandu Garden in ten minutes; we need to conduct the second treatment."

"Okay."

Qian hung up and asked Mr. Li.

"When his car arrives, you’ll see for yourself. Everyone in Q City knows his license plate number, right?" Zheng Xu’s champagne-colored Mercedes, with a plate full of 8s, has a hundred percent recognition on the road.

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Li nodded repeatedly, becoming more respectful toward Qian.

"Of course, don’t treat him too well out of respect for me either."

"So... Miss, what should I do?"