After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life

Chapter 1150 - 1147: Moving In

Powerless to watch Bi Xia, who had duped him and then ran into the room, Ji Qiutang followed him inside with a hint of laughter in his clear gaze. But before he reached the door, he suddenly found he couldn’t move his feet. Looking up, he saw the boy sitting in the middle of the bed, his starry eyes glistening blue, looking at him with a faint smile.Understanding immediately, Ji Qiutang sighed softly, took a step back, and leaned against the door frame. "You little heartless one, you’ve taken over the bed, and I still need to get a blanket. Otherwise, if I catch a cold, you’ll have to take care of me."

"Why should I take care of you?"

"It’s okay if you don’t want to," Ji Qiutang said casually with a smile. "But if Aunt Xia finds out I’m sick because of this, do you think she’ll feel guilty and do something with my father..."

"You’re being naughty today!" Bi Xia glared at Ji Qiutang fiercely, raised his hand to withdraw his spiritual power, and upon feeling the gravity return under his feet, Ji Qiutang’s smile remained unchanged as he walked into the room.

Approaching the wardrobe, he opened it, took out a bathrobe prepared by the hotel, then turned to walk toward the living room.

"Ji Qiutang."

The shout made Ji Qiutang pause and turn to look at Bi Xia. "What’s up?"

Bi Xia pointed at the bathrobe. "Didn’t you say you wanted a blanket? Why did you take that thing?"

Glancing at the bathrobe in his arm, Ji Qiutang was enlightened, his clear eyes raised slightly, mimicking Bi Xia’s gesture and pointing at the thin blanket under Bi Xia’s bottom. "That’s the only one, what will you cover if I take it?"

Looking at the place Ji Qiutang pointed to, Bi Xia lifted his rear, pulled out the blanket, wrapped it around himself, and stood up from the bed. Even though Bi Xia wasn’t short, the blanket wasn’t light either, and it covered half of Bi Xia’s face when he hugged it.

Tilting his head slightly to reveal his face, Bi Xia took a few steps off the bed towards Ji Qiutang, raising his chin. Ji Qiutang approached, puzzled. Bi Xia freed a hand and yanked the bathrobe from Ji Qiutang’s arm to the bed, then shoved the blanket into Ji Qiutang’s arms, "You cover this, I’ll use the bathrobe."

"No need, you’re a girl, you’ll be my sister in the future. As a brother, I can’t let my sister cover with a bathrobe."

"That has nothing to do with being brother and sister," Bi Xia said earnestly, "I’m just worried you’ll catch a cold and complain to my mom, giving your dad an opening to woo her."

Hypocrite! Ji Qiutang found it amusing internally yet knew if he pointed it out, someone might fly into a rage. Hence, he gave another reason, "Don’t argue with me. You’re not well, and the air conditioning is on. If you get cold, it’ll be Aunt Xia who bothers me."

Bi Xia’s face reddened, and he angrily kicked Ji Qiutang, booting him out of the room. After leaping off the bed to the door, he used his spiritual power to block the entrance, sneering, "That’s perfect, let my mom see how you bully her daughter, so she can reconsider about your dad."

With that, he hummed lightly and waved triumphantly at the dumbstruck Ji Qiutang, "Good night~"

Turning around, he slammed the door shut. As the door closed, soft murmurs hovered through, "How come you guys know more about girls than me? That’s not scientific!"

Ji Qiutang: ...

With a chuckle, Ji Qiutang looked at the closed door then down at the blanket in his arms. Thinking of Bi Xia’s words, Ji Qiutang could only hope Bi Xia wouldn’t actually catch a cold by morning. Otherwise, Aunt Xia wouldn’t be the one bothering him. It’d likely be his own dad.

Knowing full well that Ji Han is very attentive to this future daughter—though, hang on... Do they even know Little Nine is a girl yet? Realizing this, Ji Qiutang couldn’t help but gleefully laugh out loud.

Spreading the blanket over the sofa, he glanced inside and called out, still uneasy, "Little Nine, turn up the air conditioning temperature."

"Stop nagging!"

Ji Qiutang: ...So fierce...

Nonetheless... Considering what was muttered earlier—what did "you guys" mean? Ji Qiutang’s initially amused, clear gaze dulled a bit, feeling inexplicably displeased.