Chapter 61 - 60: The Overbearing CEO’s Little Wildcat 1

Chapter 61: Chapter 60: The Overbearing CEO’s Little Wildcat 1

At the foot of Qingming Mountain, a luxury MPV was rocking rhythmically.

No blush-inducing sounds could be heard from outside; after all, luxury cars have always had excellent soundproofing.

Ji Xiaosong was standing under a nearby tree, counting the seconds. When the time was about right, she wiggled a finger, and all the tires on one side of the luxury MPV blew out.

BANG!

Ji Xiaosong didn’t know what state the people inside the car were in, nor did she care to guess.

She glanced at the blown-out tires with satisfaction. Just as she was about to head back the way she came, she suddenly noticed a car in the distance heading straight for the luxury MPV.

’Well, well...’

The luxury MPV flipped onto its side, and two naked figures scrambled out.

"Song, the person who arranged for that car to hit them was your mission target for this life, Lu Youheng. The woman scrambling out of the car is his fiancée."

Rongrong landed on Ji Xiaosong’s shoulder, speaking excitedly.

"Then I guess we’re in the same boat. The man in that car is my fiancé."

Ji Xiaosong glanced at the short-video bloggers in the distance and made a quick exit, leaving no trace behind.

The headlines that day quickly went viral. A video of a naked man and woman scrambling out of a luxury car and running around frantically was reposted by all the major short-video accounts.

Censored, of course.

The content was explosive, but it was quickly taken down.

After all, content like that never has an easy time passing review.

Ji Xiaosong’s background in this life had all the standard features of a tragic female protagonist.

A gambling-addicted father, a sickly mother, a younger brother in school, and her own broken self.

If Wang Zheng hadn’t given them a bride price of 88,000 and gotten engaged to the original owner last year, her father would have already sold her to a high-end karaoke club to pour drinks.

Speaking of the engagement, it was a classic case of a good deed being punished.

The original owner’s mother had saved Mrs. Wang’s life. To repay this debt, Mrs. Wang had her son go on a blind date with the original owner.

The Wang Family had their eyes on the original owner because she was a student at a prestigious university. They figured she would have a promising future after graduation, and even if she didn’t, her children would surely be intelligent.

Regardless of whether the original owner liked him or not, Mr. Ji took the 88,000 and agreed to the match.

Publicly, the Wang Family had repaid their debt, and they also got a daughter-in-law who was a graduate of a top university. No matter how you looked at it, it was a bargain.

The original plan was for the two to marry as soon as she graduated this year. But unexpectedly, during his internship, Wang Zheng caught the eye of the chairman’s daughter, Liu Wanru.

In order to marry up and to avoid tarnishing his reputation, Wang Zheng brought Mrs. Wang with him to break off the engagement.

Mr. Ji had already spent all the money. How could he possibly pay it back?

He refused to agree under any circumstances. Wang Zheng, pressured by Liu Wanru, lost his temper. With the help of Liu Wanru’s money and influence, he had the original owner killed and made it look like a suicide.

The moment Ji Xiaosong transmigrated, the original owner was six months away from graduating college, and Wang Zheng and Liu Wanru were in the throes of their passionate affair.

Of course, there was still a month to go before Wang Zheng would have killed her.

*

Ji Xiaosong had just gotten home when a slipper came flying at her from a distance.

"You wretched girl! Where have you been fooling around? It’s so late, and you’re still not home to cook. Are you trying to starve me to death?"

The middle-aged man’s livid voice rang out. Without a single glance, Ji Xiaosong headed for her room.

"I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Ji Xiaosong paused, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man coldly. "What is it?"

Mr. Ji met his daughter’s icy gaze and couldn’t help but shudder.

There wasn’t a trace of warmth in her eyes; it was as if they could freeze him solid.

The resolute and cold aura radiating from Ji Xiaosong left Mr. Ji speechless. The scolding he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

He stared at Ji Xiaosong, his mouth hanging open, but only managed a mumbled, "I..."

Mr. Ji subconsciously took half a step back, avoiding Ji Xiaosong’s gaze. He had never imagined his own daughter could have a side that struck such fear in him.

"If you want to eat, cook for yourself. If you don’t know how, then starve. You should have understood that after you beat Mom and put her in the hospital."

"You’re my daughter! You’re supposed to serve me!"

Mr. Ji glared viciously at Ji Xiaosong. Seeing this, she let out a sneer.

’He still thinks I’m the weak, incompetent girl I used to be. Just a few days ago, the old me would have timidly rushed to cook and do chores, serving this entire family.’

But now that Ji Xiaosong was here, that was no longer going to happen.

"I could serve you, but would you dare accept it?"

He recalled a few days ago when, drunk, he had been beating his wife and daughter. His daughter, who had looked like she was on the verge of death, had suddenly snapped her eyes open and beaten him mercilessly, nearly to death. The memory still made him shudder.

Leaving him with those words, Ji Xiaosong went into her room.

Speaking of which, this room hadn’t actually been hers a few days ago.

The original owner’s room was the balcony.

This room belonged to her supposedly "pride-of-the-family" younger brother, Ji Minghua. It was large, spacious, and south-facing.

On her first day after transmigrating, Ji Xiaosong had taken over this room and kicked Ji Minghua out onto the balcony.

Outside the door, Mr. Ji stomped his feet in anger. He checked his phone balance. The 88,000 from the bride price was gone, not a cent left. His bank account was at zero, and last month’s credit bill was still unpaid.

’Whatever,’ he thought. ’I’ll call my wife. She’s on an IV drip in the hospital, so she probably doesn’t need to eat.’

’In that case, I’ll just take her food money for myself.’

And so, Mr. Ji made the call.

"Transfer the money in your account to me. I need to eat."

Lying in her hospital bed, Mother Ji trembled at the sound of her husband’s voice, almost dropping her phone.

"I don’t have any money."

"You don’t have money, but you’re staying in a hospital?"

"I have rural medical insurance. The hospital stay doesn’t cost much; the state reimburses most of it."

"Even if it doesn’t cost much, it’s still money! That wretched girl you gave birth to refuses to cook for me. She’s trying to starve me! Hurry up and transfer the money. If you don’t, when Minghua gets home in a bit, he’ll have to go hungry too!"

At the thought of her son, who was in his third year of middle school, Mother Ji’s heart sank.

Although Mr. Ji was a gambler and an abuser, he doted on his son.

In all his years, he had never laid a hand on his son or let him go hungry.

After all, this was the Ji family’s only male heir!

"I’ll transfer it. Right away. Is 20 yuan enough? You can get two bowls of noodles on the street, and you’d still have change from twenty."

"Twenty? Are you trying to get rid of a beggar? Doesn’t Minghua need to eat some meat? Don’t I need to buy a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of liquor? One hundred. Not a yuan less."

Mother Ji sighed. She glanced at the bowl of plain congee—her dinner for the night. She had bought it at the hospital entrance for one yuan a small bowl. A packet of pickled mustard greens cost fifty cents, but she hadn’t been willing to spend the money.

"Fine, one hundred it is. Just remember to take Minghua out for a couple of pork chops. Don’t let him go hungry."

"I know, I know, stop nagging! Just send the money!"

Not two minutes after he hung up, the money arrived in his account.

Mr. Ji hummed an old tune from who-knows-what era and headed for his mahjong buddy’s house.

One hundred yuan wasn’t enough for a full game of mahjong, but it was enough to join a game that was one player short.

Meanwhile, Ji Xiaosong was in her "space," picking out things she could sell. She was currently penniless. Given her family’s situation—no one to farm the land and no money in the house—they were likely to starve.

’I need to find the fastest way to make money, and I can’t let my family know about it.’

"Song, your mission target has been drugged and he’s lost his phone, so he can’t call a doctor. Do you want to take advantage of this golden opportunity? He’s in the city just a few miles from your village right now. We can fly there in no time."