Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

At least Hordorff's actions were on a physical level, while Qi Qiu's were direct mental pollution.

Qi Qiu, the only person who knows her background, should theoretically have a closer relationship with her than with others.

She's certainly not a block of wood.

She had seen everything Qi Qiu had done. The fact that he was willing to give away his entire fortune suggested that it wasn't just to repay a life-saving debt, but she dared not say it outright.

She knew that Qi Qiuyuan wasn't as composed and mature as he appeared; he was inherently mad.

He usually keeps a low profile, but once he crosses a certain line, he becomes like a deep, still river, instantly tearing away all his gentle pretense, even to the point of risking his own life.

She was afraid of being confronted and then refusing.

Who knows what that kid might do?

After she suddenly learned the truth, she was too preoccupied with her own problems to think about others.

Therefore, it was expected that Qi Qiu would come to their door.

Unexpectedly, this person was even crazier than expected.

When he saw Qi Qiu on the surveillance footage, he had completely lost his mind.

He danced wildly in front of the camera, as if his reason had been overwhelmed by immense joy, and he kept saying that he had finally succeeded.

Then, he pleaded with the camera, begging her to give him another chance, saying he wanted to prove his sincerity.

Two extreme emotions were tearing at Qi Qiu, making her scalp tingle.

Its bizarre appearance was in no way inferior to the time Qi Qiu was possessed by an evil spirit in the Tokyo mansion.

For some reason, it gave her a sense of déjà vu with Li Huowang.

She was really afraid that if Qi Qiu continued to go crazy, she might attract some unclean things or disturb the residents on other floors and have them complain about her, so she impulsively opened the door.

Then....

She looked up and saw that Qi Qiu's eyes were bloodshot, and she didn't know how long it had been since she had rested. She looked at Huo Daofu, who had just competed with the drug, and he was listless.

Where is there even a trace of the Qi family head and the refined young master? He's nothing but a filthy wretch.

Qi Qiu's eyes were frighteningly red. Just as she was about to speak, Shen Mingchao sternly stopped her.

"Shut up!"

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Go take a shower!"

Shen Mingchao pointed to the bathroom, his tone brooking no argument.

Then she turned around and took out a new set of toiletries, handing them over all at once.

Qi Qiu blinked, but didn't say anything. She nodded slightly and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

He kept looking back.

"Tsk!"

As soon as Shen Mingchao gave him a sharp look, Qi Qiu, with great insight, sped up.

As she watched the bathroom door close, she sighed deeply. Just as she was about to grab an ice pop to clear her head, her phone vibrated. She opened it and saw it was her cheap brother.

Honestly, she used to think that people like Hei Xiazi and Zhang Haiyan were just gossipy, but she didn't expect Li Chu to be so talkative as well.

Since his kneeling on durians method failed last time, this guy has resorted to his old tricks again. Regardless of whether she responds or not, he bombards her with messages, sending them day and night.

From explaining his emotional journey to clarifying the development of his feelings, and then to spouting a bunch of cheesy pick-up lines, he was practically ready to resort to crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide.

She found it annoying and originally wanted to pull Li Chu into a small dark room to let him calm down, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to do it and just turned on Do Not Disturb.

Now, she feels more like Li Cu's cyber diary.

But this time the information is somewhat novel.

[Ming Dynasty, why did you let him in but not me? (Cat crying.jpg)]

[Is it just because he's young?]

[Actually... if you'd like, Mingchao, I can call you "sister" too. It's just a form of address; I don't care.]

[I can even take your surname. From now on, I will be called Shen Cu. We are half-siblings (heart emoji)]

Shen Mingchao:......

I'm sorry, but I have to decline this offer.

However, she still had one question: how did Li Chu find out so quickly?

She typed the question directly.

How did you know Qi Qiu came to my house?

Li Cu replied that Qi Qiu had posted on his WeChat Moments, with the caption "The weak stray cat finally met a kind-hearted god in spring," accompanied by a picture of her home.

Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow, wanting to click into Qi Qiu's homepage to take a look, but then remembered that she had already blocked Qi Qiu.

Damn, is this guy exploiting a bug in her game?

She took a deep breath, put down her phone, and just then the sound of water from the bathroom stopped. She sat on the sofa, petting her cat and watching TV.

After waiting a while, Qi Qiu, freshly baked and steaming hot, stood awkwardly in front of her.

Her fair cheeks were rosy.

"Are you done washing?"

"kindness..."

Shen Mingchao gave a "friendly" smile and patted the seat next to him: "Come over and sit down."

Qi Qiu was utterly flattered.

I even doubted if I was dreaming.

After he sat down, a shadow flashed before his eyes, and he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Before he could even speak, he fell down headfirst.

Now he's truly dreaming of playing chess with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams).

Shen Mingchao clapped his hands, thinking: Wow... Zhang Qilin's technique is really effective, one pinch and everyone faints.

Her original intention was to let Qi Qiu take a shower and get a good night's sleep so that they could talk after he had recovered his energy.

Unexpectedly, Qi Qiu was up to no good behind her back. So she changed her mind and decided to let the young Qi Qiu experience what it's like to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Of course, that's not enough.

Isn't just letting him sleep a reward?

Shen Mingchao's idea was, "Doesn't she like to post on WeChat Moments to show off? Then she'll just make Qi Qiu die of shame."

Next, she treated the unconscious Qi Qiu like a doll, putting gloves on him and posing him in various ugly expressions and poses. Then she used Qi Qiu's fingerprint to unlock his phone and took nine photos in quick succession.

The text was specially noted by her.

[Don't miss it!]

[Qi Qiu's nine-grid unflattering photos are available for download if needed]

[Soybean Death Smile emoji]

Feeling bored, Shen Mingchao browsed the comments section of Qi Qiu's own WeChat Moments post, which was quite lively.

Hordorff: You little brat, you've dared to barge in? What underhanded methods did you use?

Luo Que: A cunning younger man.

Su Wan: Is he having a fit of hysteria? It's fake, right?

Yang Hao: Didn't this kid disappear a long time ago?

At the same time, her post on WeChat Moments quickly garnered comments.

Li Cu: I've already taken it and edited it into an emoji.

Hei Xiazi: Are you from the Ming Dynasty?

Wu Xie: ...It feels like I've seen this before.

Kan Jian: No, wait, if this was issued in the Ming Dynasty, does that mean Qi Qiu's phone was in the hands of the Ming Dynasty?

White Snake: Is this the Ming Dynasty? (Heart) (Rose) I bought a new chain.

Wang Meng: I miss San San a little (crying)

And so on.

However, in the comments section, or rather among the people who have been around recently, there seems to be one less group of people – the Zhang family.