Chapter 12: Not to Mention, Even the Underwear Is Gone

“Alright, alright, forget five hundred, even five million, Second Brother would give it,” said Pei Yanlin, completely changing his attitude toward Bai Qianzhou upon learning she was Bai Lu’s biological daughter.

“But, little sister, can you really read fortunes?”

“How about I try reading yours first? Pei Yanlin, a third-year student at Kyoto University, entered the entertainment industry at sixteen—quite impressive to become Best Actor at such a young age.

Let me see… You started kindergarten at four, stole a diamond ring from home to confess to a classmate, and nearly got your leg broken by Mr. Pei.

At six, you wet the bed and hung the quilt outside, proudly showing everyone the map you drew.

At seven, you mischievously broke an antique vase in Mr. Pei’s study. To avoid being caught, you bought a similar one from the antique market as a replacement. To this day, Mr. Pei hasn’t noticed.

At nine…” Bai Qianzhou was cut off as Pei Yanlin quickly covered her mouth.

“Sis, stop,” Pei Yanlin pleaded.

Alright, alright, he truly believed his sister’s abilities now.

Besides, he was exposed!

“Pei! Yan! Lin!” Pei Hexuan’s mind echoed with Bai Qianzhou’s words. Pei Yanlin had broken the antique vase in his study and, to avoid detection, replaced it with a similar one from the antique market. And after all these years, he still hadn’t noticed!

“Dad, calm down. Sister just came back; you can’t hit her. It’ll scare her,” Pei Yanlin quickly hid behind Bai Qianzhou, seeking refuge.

“Relax, I won’t kill you, and she won’t be scared!” Pei Hexuan gritted his teeth in anger.

“Mr. Pei, please calm down,” Bai Qianzhou said, crossing her arms. Pei Hexuan took a deep breath to steady himself.

“Actually, Pei Hexuan, you should thank him.”

“Thank him for breaking my antique vase?”

“Yes. The one he broke was just a sample. When you bought that vase, you were deceived. The one he brought back from the antique market is the real one,” Bai Qianzhou said with a sly smile.

Pei Hexuan was stunned, Bai Lu was stunned, and Pei Yanlin’s eyes widened before he burst into laughter.

“No way—that cost me tens of millions,” Pei Hexuan said, his expression sour.

Not because he bought a fake, but because he had purchased it from a friend who claimed financial difficulties forced him to sell the vase.

“It’s true, Mr. Pei, you were tricked by your friend. Haha, sorry, I just couldn’t help laughing,” Bai Qianzhou suddenly burst out.

“Hey, Qianzhou, what’s so funny?” Bai Lu asked, puzzled by her daughter’s gleeful laughter.

“Nothing much. It’s just that the money Pei Hexuan used to buy that fake vase wasn’t for running the company—it was to support his mistress and illegitimate child,” Bai Qianzhou said.

After speaking, Bai Qianzhou couldn’t help but laugh heartily again, her eyes fixed on Pei Hexuan’s increasingly darkening expression.

Pei Hexuan probably never expected that his generosity was being exploited by his so-called ‘good friend’ to support a mistress.

“H-Husband, calm down. This matter still needs investigation,” Bai Lu suppressed a smile and gave Bai Qianzhou a warning glance not to provoke Pei Hexuan further.

Though at this moment, she too struggled to keep from laughing.

“Ahem, ahem,” Bai Qianzhou coughed twice, trying to shift the mood.

Oh no, laughing too much might spoil her merit.

“Sis, are you saying the antique vase I bought is the real one?” Pei Yanlin’s eyes shone brightly as he looked at Bai Qianzhou, who nodded.

“Dad, did you hear what sister said? Your antique vase is genuine, so you can’t hit me, right, sis?” Pei Yanlin hid behind Bai Qianzhou, smugly watching his father.