Chapter 4 The Domineering CEO Who Lacks Love 4 (1/2)

Bai Qianqian squeezed into the room. Her mother, Lin Meijuan, was on the sofa, not even looking up, focused on painting her toenails with bright red nail polish. There were sunflower seed shells piled on the coffee table, and a family drama was playing on the TV at a deafening volume.

What game console?

Bai Qianqian placed her bag on the dining chair and noticed three bowls of instant noodles piled up on the table, emitting an unpleasant smell that made her feel even more nauseous.

Bai Zihao grabbed her wrist: "Stop playing dumb! PS5! All my classmates bought one! You said you'd buy me one today before you went to work!"

"Where would I get five thousand yuan? Where's your manners? Is this how you talk to me?!"

The pain spread from her wrist to her elbow. Bai Qianqian vaguely remembered whether this had happened in her previous life, but she couldn't recall it at all. She shook off her brother's hand and shouted angrily.

"Didn't you have a scholarship before? Since you want to show off your power as the older sister, your brother has been asking you for money for half a month. How can you be so stingy as the older sister? Why won't you buy it for him?"

"And I heard you say this morning that you would buy a game console for Zihao after get off work."

Lin Meijuan finally raised her head, her nail polish brush drawing a red line in the air. She spoke very casually, as if five thousand yuan was a small sum of money to Bai Qianqian.

Bai Qianqian looked around at her surroundings and finally looked at the family photo hanging on the wall.

In the photo, she stands on the far side, while her parents surround her younger brother. Now the photo has faded and yellowed, but the smile on her brother's face remains striking.

"With the rent and utilities for the apartment, plus the monthly allowance I give you, how am I going to have enough for my scholarship?!"

"I'd rather be an orphan!"

Bai Qianqian counted on her fingers, trying to make Lin Meijuan understand that five thousand yuan was a very large expense for their family.

Lin Meijuan scoffed, twirling her ankle to admire her newly painted nails: "What can that little bit of living expenses do? It's not even enough for your dad to play mahjong. If you're really filial, hurry up and marry a rich man. Old Chen's daughter upstairs found a guy who drives a BMW, and last week she even bought her mother a gold bracelet!"

"We've raised you all these years, and what have you ever bought for us? Now you won't even buy your younger brother a game console. What can we expect you to do in the future?"

"Sis, are you going to buy it for me or not??"

Bai Zihao plopped down on the sofa, pulled out his phone, scrolled through game console ads, and held it in front of Bai Qianqian, threatening her: "If you don't give it to me, I'll go to your company and ask for it tomorrow!!"

Bai Qianqian's blood froze instantly. Tomorrow?

Sister Wang said that only two out of the five interns would be offered permanent positions, and besides her and Shen Zixi, there were three boys.

She hasn't been promoted to a full-time position yet. If her younger brother causes a scene at the company and creates a negative impact, she'll definitely lose her chance to be promoted!

"I'll buy it for you! But this is the last time! It's someone else's little brother..."

Bai Qianqian squeezed out those two words through gritted teeth.

"I knew my sister was the best! Okay, okay, I know! I'll buy you whatever you want for your birthday next time!"

Bai Zihao immediately beamed and leaned in to hug her, but she dodged him without getting angry.

After placing her order online, Bai Qianqian escaped into the bathroom.

The moment she locked the door, she finally allowed herself to cry out loud.

Outside the door, I could hear my younger brother bragging on the phone with his friends, and my mother scolding my father for going to play mahjong again.

Bai Qianqian buried her face in her knees, trembling silently.

In her previous life, when she was imprisoned in the manor by Fu Senran, at least she didn't have to face these things.

Her phone suddenly vibrated; it was a text message from a number that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

[Mo Cheng: Qianqian, are you alright? When I got home just now, I heard what sounded like an argument going on at your house.]