novellhall Chapter 109 There's going to be a good show.
Chapter 109 There's going to be a good show.
After being beaten, Liu Qianqian cried until her stomach was flat.
As the self-proclaimed leader, having suffered such humiliation, she must stay put and wait for food.
Even with all the popularity votes today, it still won't get Liu Qianqian to talk.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaobai secretly chuckled as he looked at the system panel—
[Host: Zhou Xiaobai]
Popularity: 87825
[System Members: 3]
Lifespan: 8/80 years (one year can be redeemed for every million emotion points)
"Sister Bingbing, look! It's already over 80,000! That's such an auspicious number!"
Although Zhou Xiaobai was speaking to Fan Bingbing, his gaze was fixed on Liu Qianqian on her lap, his eyes filled with envy—those thighs were so soft, he wanted to swing on the swing too, "just like our little baby's birthday."
"Mmm! Our little baby is really going to take off! You'll have to take care of your older sister from now on!" Fan Bingbing praised, smacking her lips and smearing Liu Qianqian's face with saliva. "The record just went on sale this morning, and so many people have already bought it, and the satisfaction rate is so high. After the press conference later, it will definitely generate an even bigger wave."
Her analysis was very logical and insightful; men with ambitions always seem to have their IQs constantly rising.
Liu Qianqian remained expressionless. She reached out and wiped her face, but her eyes flickered, clearly indicating that she was also checking the popularity score.
As a native of Western Xinjiang, it would be shameful not to have some special skills in grilling skewers.
Tong Liya turned the sizzling lamb over, her face, tanned black by the firewood, looking quite frightening: "Qianqian, I was wrong. From now on, I'll help you beat up Da Meili. We won't need to fight those black sticks anymore; tonight I'll dress up as the White Impermanence and scare them unconscious."
Even while comforting the baby, she didn't forget to praise her fair complexion.
It was also her dream to teach Da Meili a lesson, since they always bullied her younger brother and sister.
Zhou Xiaobai jokingly said, "Blackie, stop bragging. Your face is enough to scare us to death."
A little girl playing with fire can't possibly have a fair complexion—it was hot, windy, and she was sweating a lot, so Tong Liya's originally fair face turned pitch black.
"Pfft!" Liu Qianqian's mood shifted from gloomy to partly cloudy as she sniffled and accused, "You bad person, that nickname is awful."
But her eyes were drawn to the whole roasted lamb, which smelled deliciously caramelized. She smacked her lips and said, "If you keep squealing, I won't let you eat it."
"Yes, we can't call people that like that anymore. How can we be so disrespectful? If word gets out, how will we survive in the entertainment industry?" Fan Bingbing smacked her lips again, chiming in.
Tong Liya tore off a leg of lamb and handed it over: "Qianqian, you eat first, you're the boss today."
Liu Qianqian's mood instantly brightened, and she suddenly turned around and jumped off Fan Bingbing's lap. "Thank you, Sister Yaya, you're so kind."
She snatched the lamb leg, which was bigger than her face, and without caring whether it was too hot to eat, she opened her mouth and took a bite.
Zhou Xiaobai and the other two exchanged glances—see! They're so easy to please; food is their mother's gift.
At noon, at the Era Records Guesthouse.
After hanging up the phone, Da Meili nestled on the sofa and spoke in hushed tones.
"Sis, this phone call is hilarious!" Zhou Wenqiong laughed so hard her stomach hurt, but her face was full of pride.
After saying that, she took out a pack of cigarettes, and the two sisters lit them up, letting the smoke swirl around them as they slowly processed the impact of the morning.
Both sisters had a habit of lighting a cigarette when they were unsure about important matters.
Just now, Liu Xiaoli called Fan Bingbing and Tong Liya's mothers respectively to let them know she was safe and to exchange information.
They had obviously received a call from their daughter long ago.
As a result, Liu Xiaoli's phone call was like throwing a lamb to the slaughter, adding fuel to the fire.
As soon as the call connected, Fan's mother demanded her daughter's return: "My daughter has been kidnapped by your cousin. I'm so angry that my belly is swollen like I'm pregnant with my second child. I don't want that worthless girl anymore. You have to give me Zhou Xiaobai in return."
Over the past year, her daughter has been calling Zhou Xiaobai every few days, and she thought her daughter was capable of winning over that little boy.
She sent him a lot of snacks, thinking that she would get to know him better so that it would be easier to get to him later.
Unbelievable! Unbelievable!
Her own daughter had managed to deceive everyone, but in the end, she created a huge blunder for herself.
This isn't about kidnapping someone; it's clearly about being kidnapped.
I don't know what kind of spell that guy cast on his daughter, but she's completely bewitched.
Despite being separated by a great distance, the daughter still came to him on her own.
Couldn't you just find a young girl nearby to make your move?
However, that kid did have a conscience; he transferred 25,000 yuan directly and even gave me a phone. How much money does someone need to have to do that?
This whole situation confused her too.
These days, a bride price for a wife is only a thousand or eight hundred yuan. This guy just wants to lure his daughter away to play with her for two months? She doesn't believe it!
If it weren't for your young age, which makes you ineligible for criminal charges, we would have definitely gone to Uncle Hat and locked you up for ten or eight years.
As a result, Liu Xiaoli became the scapegoat.
"Cough cough!" Liu Xiaoli choked on her smoke and exhaled a smoke ring, laughing, "Sister Zhang told us to compensate her, saying we should give Zhou Xiaobai to her." Sister Zhang is Fan Ma's surname.
"She's dreaming." Zhou Wenqiong scoffed, then composed herself. "But this little brat is really playing tricks, managing to abduct two at once, and Qianqian is even joining in the chaos. I really don't understand what they're up to."
Liu Xiaoli pondered carefully.
Although she was moved and proud of her two children today, the logic behind it was truly hard to understand.
She looked at Zhou Wenqiong: "Sister Mao wasn't too angry. She even said, 'Let her have her fill of fun.'" Sister Mao is Tong Ma's surname.
When Liu Xiaoli called Yili, they had obviously received the news, but their reaction surprised her – they were actually very happy, and at the end they even said, "Since things are like this, you should help take care of them more in the future."
After a moment's thought, Liu Xiaoli understood the meaning behind those words.
Western Xinjiang is far from the interior, and in short, it's poor.
Tong Ma and Liu Xiaoli are in the same profession; they are both involved in the arts.
If it weren't for wanting my daughter to get out of that place, I wouldn't have brought Tong Liya all the way to Jiangcheng last year to broaden her horizons.
Liu Xiaoli has already reached the pinnacle of her art, and that guy is really willing to go to great lengths to take his girl out for fun.
Now she knows even more that Zhou Xiaobai is also helping Liu Qianqian release records and make a lot of money.
What do parents want from raising children?
Isn't it all about giving your child a bright future?
Now that the thighs are already bound, are we going to forcibly untie them and find another way out?
If we were to do that, it would not only hurt the child's feelings, but also be a case of losing the big picture for a small gain.
Therefore, it's not surprising that Tong's mother had this idea.
"Sister, I've been thinking about this. I suspected before that Xiaobai must have something special about him," Zhou Wenqiong said, her eyes gleaming. She flicked her cigarette ash and looked at Liu Xiaoli. "Now I'm sure they have a deeper purpose."
"Of course. Their schemes are all interconnected. If they really just wanted to hang out with Bingbing and the others, they wouldn't need to go to such lengths." Liu Xiaoli pieced together all the clues from today. "What 'making a name for themselves'? Even President Chen doesn't believe it, so why should we?"
She took a deep drag of her cigarette, her fingers lightly tapping the sofa armrest: "Besides, this goal was achieved long ago; we should have laid our cards on the table last year. The schemes they devised to get us to dance and attend the press conference were endless."
"Hmm, when they come back, if they don't confess honestly..." Zhou Wenqiong's words were full of murderous intent. Although we were also moved, we couldn't help but feel bad after being so frightened.
She asked, "What about the money?"
"Take it back as retirement money. Doesn't Liu Qianqian always say 'take me with you, support me'? Then let her support me." Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth, stubbed out her cigarette butt in the ashtray, and suddenly thought of something, "Zhou Xiaobai's 50,000 yuan must be his secret stash of money that he saved without Qianqian's knowledge."
After saying that, she revealed her gleaming white teeth.
Zhou Wenqiong was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant and laughed so hard that the balloons bounced.
Haha! This is going to be interesting.