Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack

Chapter 1301: Chapter 1281: Is the Man in Black Actually Hua Sicheng?

It’s obvious that this black-clad man isn’t psychologically strong enough. At most, it’s just death, so what’s the point of showing such a terrified expression?

The most, most, most, most important thing is, she clearly hasn’t done anything too excessive. After all, she doesn’t have something like Thousand Days Drunk on her. Why is he acting like she’s committed murder?

Yan, however, grew more curious. With a flick of the hand, three slender golden threads appeared in front of Luo Qianqian, wrapping around the man’s wrist, his fingers trembling slightly on the threads.

”...Did you use Charisma?” Yan retracted the threads, his face full of confusion.

”No, I just injected him with a bit of adrenaline, you know, the stuff that makes him excited.” Luo Qianqian touched her nose, ”Turns out a random injection can also work?”

Yan was used to Luo Qianqian’s occasional strange vocabulary and wasn’t particularly concerned: ”Save me some for later.”

”Sure.” When it comes to things like this, Luo Qianqian is quite generous.

She might be afraid of getting injections herself, but she’s not afraid of giving them to others, especially those who intend to harm her. Even if she messed up the injection, she wouldn’t feel the slightest guilt.

”But I’m quite curious, too. What would happen if you injected Charisma into your body? Have you tried it?” Luo Qianqian looked at Yan expectantly.

Yan rolled his eyes, Did she think this stuff was that easy to handle? Ever since it was concocted, this was the first time he brought it out and opened it, not daring to leave it open for long, only letting a bit of its scent out before quickly sealing it again, fearing he’d fall victim to it himself.

”Quick, give me the antidote, or within a year, you’ll be dead, no doubt!” The black-clad man’s voice trembled, clearly frightened by his own bodily reactions. Although there was no pain, the current uncontrollable feeling was still hard for him to accept.

”Oh dear, I’m so scared.” Luo Qianqian immediately cooperated with tearful eyes, looking at the other two people, ”What should I do? I’m going to die? I’ll be dead in a year? What should I do?”

Huangfu Yihui cooperatively looked at her, ”What should we do...”

”I haven’t even had kids yet. Oh no, my family is counting on me for descendants!” Luo Qianqian was very upset, ”Come to think of it, I’m not even married.”

Yan: ”...”

Luo Qianqian’s half-genuine, half-playful demeanor threw Yan off track, and hearing such an offbeat response almost made him lose his trail of thought.

But Luo Qianqian remained earnest, ”What should I do? My whole family, old and young, is waiting for me to have kids.”

Huangfu Yihui coughed lightly, holding back a red face. Seeing the black-clad man completely dumbfounded, he became rather sympathetic, ”That’s true.”

”But on second thought, what if I have a kid who comes swaggering in like this, half-skilled and challenging me? What would I do?” Luo Qianqian asked with an annoyed shake of her head. In her hand, a notebook appeared from nowhere, and she began to write while muttering, ”Family rule number one: No wearing black clothes because it’s ugly.”

Then... hearing such unrelated comments, the black-clad man finally spit out a mouthful of old blood on the ground, clutching his chest, full of resentment.

”And family rule number two: No spitting blood everywhere, it’s too dirty and not elegant,” Luo Qianqian said seriously.

”You can’t say that, not everyone is so impolite. You can tell just by looking at this guy that his family didn’t teach him well,” Huangfu Yihui looked at the black-clad man, feeling speechless. Really? With this level of mental endurance?

Being so unsteady, what kind of mischief could he possibly accomplish?

Isn’t he the kind of person who gets exposed in minutes and changes sides?

”Oh, dear, you’re not even poisoned, and you’re like this? And you still want to plot against me?” Luo Qianqian yawned with her head tilted, waved her little hand nonchalantly.

Yan looked silently at the person on the floor, feeling a bit helpless. Why does it seem like ever since Xu Tianyi left, Luo Qianqian gets cheekier by the day?

”Meow.” A sound came from outside the window.

Yan, being the closest, reached out and opened the window directly, and the little black cat jumped onto the windowsill from outside, then jumped accurately onto the bed, leaning over to look at the man on the floor, licking its paws, with disdain written all over its cat face.

”Who let you in?” Luo Qianqian sat down calmly, petted the little cat on the bed, and took out some beef jerky to feed her, only to watch the little cat spit something out of her mouth.

Yan rushed forward, grabbing the thing the little cat spat on the bed, his face plainly displaying excitement.

”What’s that?” Luo Qianqian wasn’t too concerned.

”Seems like, Blood Lotus Root.”

Luo Qianqian clearly saw Yan’s Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed.

Luo Qianqian was silent for a moment, looking at the little piece left, her mouth twitched, then grabbed the little black cat and petted it from head to tail, giving its little belly a good rub, presenting it to Yan, ”Not having indigestion or overnutrition, right? No nosebleeds, right?”

Though she didn’t know what it was, it sounded impressive.

What did he think she was? A vet?

Yan was speechless, but he had no choice but to look it over obediently, then shook his head, ”No problem, probably just ate too much. It’s probably the leftovers.”

”...Alright.” Luo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, placed the little cat on the bedside, gently petted it twice, then placed the half-chewed piece of Blood Lotus Root next to it.

”...How can a dignified living person get less attention than a cat?”

Fuming yet helpless, ”Even if you kill me, I won’t tell you!”

”Then just kill him.” Luo Qianqian facepalmed. What kind of request is this?

Would anyone say such a thing when they’re absolutely at a disadvantage? Clearly, someone who can’t see the situation, who are you threatening?

The black-clad man was so stunned by Luo Qianqian’s words that he couldn’t respond. His mouth opened but before he could say anything, Yan was already walking over, sword in hand.

With a flick of the sword tip, the mask fell off his face. To everyone’s surprise, underneath was the face of Hua Sicheng.

Luo Qianqian didn’t seem particularly surprised, just furrowed her brow slightly, ”This face looks familiar, right? Isn’t he the owner of the shop where we bought Baozi yesterday?” she said, turning to look at Huangfu Yihui.

Huangfu Yihui was dumbfounded at the sight of Hua Sicheng but quickly recovered and shook his head, ”I don’t know, I have no impression.”

He recognized Hua Sicheng mainly because he somewhat resembled Hua Siye.

Yan wasn’t overly surprised either. He had already sensed this before taking action, but the man’s attitude was plainly off, which piqued his curiosity.