Chapter 28: Bai Qianzhou—Heaven and Earth Will Destroy Anyone Who Does Not Love Money

Bai Qianzhou’s words left Pei Yanlin feeling nauseous, a sense of powerless revulsion that he could neither suppress nor release. He had never imagined that the person who would stab him deepest in the back would be the manager he trusted most.

"Get some good rest tonight. Once you finish your work tomorrow, go and take a look," Pei Hexuan said, gently patting Pei Yanlin on the shoulder. His voice held a touch of concern and encouragement, mingled with a hint of disdain. Pei Yanlin nodded silently.

"Ghost-catching is ten thousand. Cash," Bai Qianzhou said, reaching out to Pei Yanlin without delay. Pei Yanlin did not hesitate; he pulled a crisp stack of ten thousand yuan from his bag and pressed it into her hand.

Seeing the money, Bai Qianzhou’s eyes lit up.

"Little money-grubber," Bai Lu said with a helpless shake of her head, a soft, indulgent smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She didn't find this trait particularly bad; in fact, she found Bai Qianzhou’s ability to be so easily satisfied rather charming.

"A person who doesn't love money is beneath heaven and earth," Bai Qianzhou replied, carefully tucking the ten thousand yuan into her small handbag before returning to munch on her apple.

Pei Hexuan and Bai Lu exchanged glances. Their eyes drifted between the massive apple in Bai Qianzhou's hand and the tiny bag hanging at her side, a sense of bewilderment rising within them. Just a moment ago, she had pulled that apple out of the bag. Was it really reasonable for such a large fruit to fit into such a small purse?

"Do you two want an apple as well?" Sensing their gaze, Bai Qianzhou reached into her bag again and produced another large apple, offering it to them.

"Zhouzhou, how are you fitting such large apples into that bag? And more than one, at that?" Pei Hexuan asked, looking at her with confusion.

"I just stuck a storage talisman on the bag. The capacity depends on the amount of spiritual energy in the talisman," Bai Qianzhou explained, patting her bag.

"A storage talisman? That’s incredible! Could I use one?" Bai Lu’s eyes sparkled. Women, after all, are always interested in things that can store a vast amount of items.

"It’s not impossible, but are you sure you want to? If you pull something out of your bag that defies common sense, you’ll definitely end up scaring people," Bai Qianzhou muttered, her tone teasing. Bai Lu thought about it for a moment, a slight shiver running down her spine. It was true, and in the end, she had to give up the idea with a sigh.

Pei Yanlin remained immersed in the aftermath of the recent turmoil. He sat on the sofa, dazed and listless like a puppet stripped of its soul, his eyes unfocused and distant.

"Seeing him like this, he seems deeply shaken. Shouldn't we let him go home and rest for a few days?" Bai Lu whispered to Pei Hexuan, her gaze flickering toward Pei Yanlin with concern.

"If he can't even handle a little setback like this, he's better off quitting the entertainment industry sooner rather than later," Pei Hexuan said mercilessly. His words made Pei Yanlin’s body jerk in shock.

Pei Yanlin turned his head resentfully to look at his own father, feeling the urge to sing a mournful song of lament. Ever since Bai Qianzhou arrived, he felt as if he were the child they had found in a trash can.

"Little sister, you're all I have left!" At that moment, Pei Yanlin lunged from the sofa, collapsing onto the floor and wrapping his arms tightly around Bai Qianzhou’s legs, his eyes filled with innocence and desperate pleading.

Bai Qianzhou froze, an apple halfway to her mouth. She stared down at him, stunned. What in the world was this stunt for?

"Could you please get up?" she asked softly, moving her legs cautiously, terrified that she might accidentally kick him away if she used too much force. If that happened, the tiny bit of merit she had painstakingly accumulated would vanish in an instant.

"No, I’m too scared. I only feel safe when I’m holding onto you," Pei Yanlin insisted, shaking his head firmly, his eyes shimmering with helplessness and anxiety.