Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

“If you cry in front of them, they will feel sorry for you, comfort you, and give you positive feedback, so everyone will be happy.”

"Don't come crying to me."

Nan Feng pointed to his still throbbing temples, looking disgusted.

"I already have so many problems every day, and now I have to clean up your mother's mess and keep my own family from killing me."

“I’m already annoyed enough. If you keep crying in front of me, I’ll only get more annoyed and want to throw you out.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's body stiffened abruptly.

She bit her lip hard, took a deep breath, and forced back the tears welling up in her eyes. She even raised her sleeve and wiped her face haphazardly to make it clean.

"I won't cry..."

"Teacher, don't be upset... Xue'er, don't cry anymore."

Seeing that she was relatively obedient and knew how to control herself, Nan Feng's disdain lessened slightly.

"okay."

Nan Feng leaned back against the stone table, his fingers lightly tapping the surface as he scrutinized her:

"Since you've stopped crying, then tell the truth."

"Why are you coming here every day? What do you want?"

"Don't give me that nonsense about wanting to learn cultivation or theory from me. I already said, it's not my area of ​​expertise. That excuse might fool you, but don't try to fool me."

"I……"

Qian Renxue twisted her fingers, hesitated for a long time, and then raised her head, her eyes somewhat evasive, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"I...I want to play with the teacher..."

"Just like... just like before."

"..."

Nan Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Play??"

He stared in disbelief at the nine-year-old girl before him, whose intellect and talent far surpassed those of ordinary people.

"Qian Renxue, how old are you this year? Nine years old, right? You're already ten by the Chinese age reckoning!"

"How old are you? Still thinking about playing around?"

"And if you want to play, can't you go play with your peers?"

"Aren't all the Soul Master prospects around your age in Wuhun City in the academy?"

"Go find them! Why are you asking me for help? Do you think I'm that free?"

Qian Renxue lowered her head and remained silent, but her small hands, clasped together, betrayed her disdain and arrogance.

Seeing her reaction, Nan Feng didn't need to guess; he instantly understood what was going on.

Peers?

Oh.

Don't be fooled by this girl's pitiful and submissive appearance in front of him. It's because he is "special" and because in her eyes, he is a substitute for her mother, someone who can satisfy her longing for maternal love.

But outside?

In front of those so-called "peers"?

She is the eldest daughter of the Qian family, the daughter of the Pope, the apple of the eye of the High Priest, and a proud daughter of heaven with six wings!

She possessed the innate arrogance of the angel race.

Those ordinary noble children and those mediocre Soul Masters were probably no different from ants on the ground in her eyes.

Play with them?

She would probably feel that it was a waste of her life and a lowering of her status.

However, he had no interest in lecturing this privileged young woman on grand principles like "equality for all beings" or "treating everyone equally."

That kind of stuff might fool idiots.

This sense of superiority is ingrained in one's bones, determined by one's strength and status.

Geniuses look down on mediocre people, the strong look down on ants, the rich look down on the poor, and the beautiful look down on the ugly.

This is human nature; this is reality.

No matter how humble and polite one may appear on the surface, or how respectable one may seem, the contempt and disdain in one's heart will never disappear.

Even if they do make contact, most of the time it's just to use the other person's weaknesses to highlight their own advantages and satisfy that cheap vanity.

Chapter 82 If you laugh again, I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodile!

……

"Alright, stop with your little schemes."

Nan Feng waved his hand and said in a cold tone:

"Qian Renxue, I'm repeating this once again, and for the last time."

"I am not your mother, and I can't replace your mother."

"As for the past..."

Nan Feng pointed to his head and said nonsensically with a straight face:

"I used to play with you because I wasn't very bright and wasn't thinking clearly. But ever since your kind grandfather forced me to self-destruct once, my meridians have been opened up and my brain has been emptied. Now I'm very clear-headed."

"I don't want to say some harsh things too bluntly, for the sake of both of our feelings."

"But later."

Nan Feng stared into her eyes and held up one finger:

"Stop using lame excuses like wanting to play or being bored to come to me."

"I'm too busy to play along with you. I'm busy surviving and scheming against people. I don't have the time to be your companion."

"Did you understand?"

“…Yes.” Qian Renxue lowered her head and obediently replied.

"Xue'er will remember."

After saying that, she secretly glanced at Nan Feng's gloomy face, and dared not linger any longer, for fear of really angering him. She turned around and walked out of the garden.

That small figure looked particularly lonely in the midday sun.

"……stop."

Just as Qian Renxue was about to step out of the pavilion, a helpless voice suddenly came from behind her.

Qian Renxue paused, turned around abruptly, and a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes.

Nan Feng pointed to the pile of exquisite dishes on the stone table, still steaming hot, and said irritably:

"Where are you going? You're trying to run away without even eating?"

"This is specially supplied by the imperial kitchen. Your mother is too angry to eat it. Throwing this whole table of food away is just feeding the dogs."

"Sit down here and eat your food."

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, and then her originally dull face instantly blossomed into a bright smile.

"Yes, teacher!"

Without any restraint, she lifted her skirt and ran back, plopped down on the stone bench next to Nan Feng, picked up her chopsticks, and looked at him with bright eyes.

"..."

Nan Feng watched this scene and felt utterly exhausted.

He rested his forehead on one hand, looking utterly dejected.

"A sin..."

He was internally ranting and raving.

What kind of mess is this every day?

After appeasing the older one (Bibi Dong), she still had to appease the younger one (Qian Renxue).

She had to appease her mother and also have dinner with her daughter.

The key point is that this is not the end. After this meal, he still has to go back to that lifeless government affairs hall and continue to coax Bibi Dong, who is still angry!

This isn't being a mastermind behind the scenes; it's clearly being a full-time nanny and emotional counselor!

"puff……"

Seeing Nan Feng's furrowed brows, muttering curses, and deep-seated resentment, Qian Renxue, who was eating, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She felt that although teachers these days have sharp tongues and bad tempers, they are... really cute and genuine.

It's much more humane than that cold, impersonal papal palace.

"laugh?"

Hearing the laughter, Nan Feng turned around abruptly, glared at her fiercely, and shoved a chicken leg into her mouth.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Eat your food!"

"Don't talk while eating or sleeping, do you understand?!"

"If you laugh again, I'll throw you out to feed the golden crocodiles!"

"Mmm..." Qian Renxue had a chicken leg in her mouth, her cheeks puffed out, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she couldn't stop smiling.

……