What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

The voice was soft and pleasant, like the gurgling of a stream in a valley: "My name is Qin Zifei, you can call me Aunt Zifei."

"Hello, Aunt Zifei." Li Zhiqiu lowered his head slightly and greeted Qin Zifei.

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He quickly glanced at the watch on his wrist and saw that the time was exactly seven-thirty.

His mind began to quickly simulate possible conversations.

Various scenes, questions and answers flashed rapidly in his mind, like a high-speed movie.

Qin Zifei smiled faintly and looked at Li Zhiqiu tenderly, as if she could see through him completely.

Time passed by minute by minute, but she never said a word, just watched quietly.

Li Zhiqiu felt his feet beginning to ache, and he moved his body slightly to try to ease the discomfort.

But Qin Zifei's watching eyes made him dare not move.

Li Zhiqiu soon realized that he had no control over the rhythm and direction of the conversation and could only passively wait for her to speak.

An inexplicable feeling of anxiety surged in his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat.

The whole office was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

Li Zhiqiu felt his heartbeat gradually accelerating, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He knew he had to keep calm and clear head.

However, as time went on, he found it increasingly difficult to control his emotions and thoughts.

"Xiao Qiu, what do you want?" Qin Zifei suddenly broke the silence, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, allowing the solidified air to flow again.

"Ah?" Li Zhiqiu was stunned. He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Qin Zifei's beautiful lips.

Qin Zifei did not explain and continued to look at him indifferently.

Li Zhiqiu felt that he had completely fallen into her rhythm and this would not work.

A determination surged in his heart to break the deadlock.

He gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to say, "Aunt Zifei, I am an orphan."

His voice was trembling a little, but every word was clear and firm.

He looked up and gazed into Qin Zifei's eyes, trying to find a hint of resonance and understanding in her gaze.

Li Zhiqiu took a deep breath and continued, "When I first saw you, it was like I saw my mother."

His voice was full of emotion and longing, as if he wanted to pour out all the deepest feelings in his heart.

"I want to recognize you as my stepmother!"

Although Li Zhiqiu's eyes were all on her towering uniform, it was normal for a child to want to drink milk.

After hearing Li Zhiqiu's words, a look of surprise flashed across Qin Zifei's gentle and calm face for the first time, but she quickly recovered.

"Okay." She replied softly, her voice full of tenderness and pampering.

"?" Li Zhiqiu was confused now. Why didn't she follow the script?

"Let's go." Qin Zifei smiled and stood up. She was also wearing a uniform on the lower half of her body. The combination of stockings and high heels showed a mature and beautiful temperament.

She walked gracefully to Li Zhiqiu, raised her hand slightly, and invited him to walk with her.

Li Zhiqiu felt a little surprised and didn't know where Concubine Qin Zi was going to take him.

However, he was soon attracted by a faint fragrance, which was the unique scent emanating from Concubine Qin Zifei. His body instinctively stretched out his hand, and Li Zhiqiu gently held Concubine Qin Zifei's arm.

At that moment, it seemed as if he was really supporting his own mother.

The two walked out of the office and the middle-aged man was already waiting at the door.

He looked at Li Zhiqiu and Qin Zifei, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, he did not say much, but quickly adjusted his mood and showed a respectful expression on his face.

Li Zhiqiu and Qin Zifei followed closely behind, and walked all the way downstairs, where a black car was parked. The car was obviously thickened, and the lines of the body were smooth and solid.

The middle-aged man walked to the car and gently opened the door.

He stood aside, waiting for Li Zhiqiu and Qin Zifei to get in the car.

Li Zhiqiu held Qin Zifei's arm and carefully let her get into the car first.

Then he took a step forward and sat next to her.

The car was speeding on the road and the scenery outside the window quickly became blurred.

Li Zhiqiu sat in the back seat, holding Qin Zifei's arm, which was the only fulcrum he could find.

His heartbeat quickened, his breathing became rapid, and he fell into a state of confusion.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

These questions echoed over and over in his mind.

The car slowly stopped beside a busy construction site.

The engine noise gradually died down, and the surrounding noise immediately poured into the car.

Qin Zifei opened the car door, stretched out one leg gracefully, and stepped firmly on the ground. Her high heels made a crisp sound on the ground.

Li Zhiqiu followed Qin Zifei.

He quickly scanned the surroundings and found that this was a construction site filled with building materials and machinery.

However, what surprised him even more was that there were some men in black suits standing around the construction site.

They are tall and strong with stern faces, and you can tell at a glance that they are not ordinary workers.

These men are obviously members of the Yakuza, and they are responsible for security at the construction site.

When Qin Zifei and Li Zhiqiu came over, the Yakuza members bowed and greeted Qin Zifei. Their movements were in unison, as if they had undergone rigorous training.

Concubine Qin Zi smiled and nodded in response.

The two men walked through the noisy construction site, and the noise around them gradually faded as they went deeper.

The depths of the construction site seemed even quieter and more mysterious, with only a few workers busy at work.

When Qin Zifei and Li Zhiqiu approached a large mixer, they saw two Yakuza members guarding an iron barrel.

The two Yakuza members were tall and had fierce faces, but when they saw Qin Zifei coming over, they immediately showed expressions of awe and bowed.

Li Zhiqiu followed closely behind, and his eyes focused, seeing the shocking scene in the iron barrel.

A middle-aged man curled up in an iron barrel. His whole body was wet, and his clothes were tightly stuck to his body. He looked extremely embarrassed and pitiful.

His face was pale and his eyes were full of pleading and despair.

When the middle-aged man saw Qin Zifei coming over, he immediately begged, "Sister Qin, please! Please forgive me this time! I can do anything you want."

His voice was trembling and weak, as if he was struggling with the last glimmer of hope.

Qin Zifei slowly turned her head, her eyes fell on Li Zhiqiu, her voice gentle and calm: "Xiaoqiu, do you want to give him a chance?"

"Ah?" Li Zhiqiu was stunned, puzzled, but immediately lowered his head: "I'll listen to my mother."

A gentle smile flashed in Qin Zifei's eyes, as if a spring breeze blew across the lake, causing ripples.

She stretched out her hand, gently holding a cigarette between her slender fingers, elegantly and calmly. She took a box of matches from the middle-aged Yakuza beside her, and with a light strike, the match heads emitted an orange-red flame with a "click".

Qin Zifei elegantly lit the cigarette with a match, took a deep breath, and then exhaled gently. The smoke swirled in the air, forming a beautiful picture.

She waved her arm gently, and the match drew a graceful arc in the air.

The red flame jumped in the air, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, leaving behind a brilliant light. Then, the match fell accurately into the iron bucket.

With a "boom" sound, flames instantly rose up in the iron barrel, burning fiercely, and there were also shrill screams.

The firelight illuminated Qin Zifei's gentle face.

Li Zhiqiu's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.

Qin Zifei was one step faster and reached out to hold him tightly in her arms. Her arms were warm and broad, as if they could accommodate all his pain and grievances.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Be a good boy that your mother likes."

Chapter 37

She's so scary

Qin Zifei sat quietly in the back seat of the car, her dark uniform suit perfectly outlining her slim figure.

Her legs are closed together under her uniform skirt, and the thin black transparent stockings are tightly attached to her slender legs, like a part of her skin, exuding indescribable sexiness and charm.

Under the stockings, there is a pair of exquisite high heels, the heels are thin and high, swaying gently as the car moves.

Her jade hand gently held Li Zhiqiu's hand, and the touch was as soft as jade.

Li Zhiqiu was not in the mood to feel the touch of his hands being wrapped.

At this moment, his mood was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The shrill screams of the middle-aged man in the flames just now kept echoing in his mind. The sound was like a nightmare that could not be shaken off.

Li Zhiqiu started to dry heave when he thought of that scene.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Qin Zifei turned her head with a concerned look. As she finished her words, she leaned slightly closer to Li Zhiqiu.

Her chest gently touched his arm, and the soft touch through the fabric made Li Zhiqiu's heart tremble.

Even through the uniform, the gold content of the F made Li Zhiqiu's arm seem to sink into it in an instant.

And when you get close, there's the intoxicating scent that's unique to a mature woman's body, like red wine.

"No...no." Li Zhiqiu tried hard to calm his mind.

"You are tired tonight, so go to bed early." Qin Zifei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining an extremely gentle smile. She then sat up straight and looked at the middle-aged man driving: "Song Yilang, take Xiao Qiu home first."

Soichiro looked through the front mirror and responded immediately with a subtle look: "Yes, Sister Qin."

Qin Zifei turned her gaze to Li Zhiqiu again and gently squeezed his hand.

"..." Li Zhiqiu felt the gentle touch of Qin Zifei on his hand. Her jade-like delicate fingertips gently held his hand. It should have been a warm comfort, but at this moment it became an invisible pressure on his heart.

Qin Zifei's actions completely disrupted his rhythm.

She took good care of him as if he were her own son, without making any demands. She just looked at him with her caring eyes, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The light and shadows from the street lamps were scattered on Qin Zifei's mature and beautiful face. Her gentle smile did not make Li Zhiqiu feel any warmth.

It was as if an invisible net enveloped him and was tearing at his soul.

As the scenery on both sides of the street gradually became familiar, he was getting closer and closer to his home.

Concubine Qin Zi still maintained her dignified sitting posture, her eyes looking calmly forward, and she still had no intention of speaking actively, which made Li Zhiqiu feel more and more pressured.

Li Zhiqiu took a deep breath and had to take the initiative: "Mom, I think the previous lending method of Nitta Koji is too inefficient and risky, and it is easy to attract the attention of the police."

As he spoke, he stared closely at Qin Zifei's expression, trying to catch the slightest change in her deep eyes.

However, he was obviously overthinking it.

Concubine Qin Zi's expression remained as calm as before. She listened quietly to Li Zhiqiu's story, looking at him with a smile in her eyes, motioning him to continue.

Li Zhiqiu was not surprised, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "I want to set up a company and use these resources in my hands..."

He planned to tell the plan he had planned long ago.

With risks come opportunities.

When I met Red Hair today, I had an idea that his system needed a cover, and he also needed an identity.

But from the moment he met Qin Zifei, all the rhythms were thrown into chaos.

Qin Zifei gently interrupted him without waiting for him to finish. She leaned forward slightly and approached Li Zhiqiu. Her watery eyes were full of trust and encouragement:

"Well, what can mom do for you?"

"Uh." Li Zhiqiu was slightly stunned, and felt the touch of sinking into his arm again, although now was not the time to think about it.

But the thought still popped up in my mind: how great it would be if I could sink my face into it? I dare not even think about it.