Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

”I think she’s actually terrified I’ll come after her. If I really did, she’d be relieved. But if I don’t...”

”That’s what’ll scare her half to death.”

Si Qingxiao smiled with a face as harmless as a lamb, and Jiang Chengsi nodded in begrudging agreement:

Just what kind of people were around him? His bros were like this, and his wife was just as scheming.

Si Qingxiao had always understood: a knife doesn’t have to actually cut into flesh to hurt. The real pain lies in the drawn-out torture. Getting into a fight with her or giving her a warning was pointless and would only make it look like she cared too much. It was better to handle it with this kind of cold response.

Letting her live in fear for a while would count as a lesson learned.

You don’t need to literally use a knife to ”kill.”

”What are you two talking about?” Tang Wan had just finished helping Jiang Xiaowai ”save” Lord Wansui and came back after washing her hands, seeing them chatting and laughing.

”Talking about your exhibition. Who have you invited?” Si Qingxiao smiled.

”Don’t even bring it up. I’m worried I won’t be able to get anyone...” Tang Wan wanted to invite some big shots, but those deities—none of them were easy to get to move.

Just then, Chen Zhi knocked and came in, holding a tablet. ”Wanwan, come out with me for a bit.”

Jiang Chengsi and Si Qingxiao both looked over. What could he possibly have to say that he couldn’t say here?

Clearly, something had gone wrong.