Chapter 31: Ten Billion! It Really Is Ten Billion!

Smack! Wei Qingqiu suddenly lashed out, her palm landing hard across Zhao Zishan’s face.

“How dare you hit me?” Zhao Zishan clutched his cheek in disbelief. Just a moment ago, Wei Qingqiu had seemed to want something from him—how could she turn on him in the next instant?

“Weren’t you just offering to satisfy me?” she sneered. “Well, what I want right now is to slap you. Shouldn’t you meet that desire?” Wei Qingqiu didn’t stop; her hand came down on Zhao Zishan’s other cheek, just as fierce.

Caught off guard, both sides of Zhao Zishan’s face swelled up instantly. In that moment, he realized he’d been played for a fool by Wei Qingqiu.

“You wretch!” he snarled, raising his right hand to strike her back.

But before he could finish the motion, his wrist was caught mid-air, gripped tightly by Chu Tian. No matter how he struggled, his arm wouldn’t budge, as if caught in an iron vice.

“Pretty boy, you’re not qualified to lay a finger on me. Get lost!” Zhao Zishan spat, trying to yank his arm free, but it was useless.

The next second, Chu Tian let go abruptly—only to swing his own palm across Zhao Zishan’s face.

Smack!

The blow sent Zhao Zishan flying, his face blooming red and swollen, blood streaming from the corner of his mouth. Chu Tian’s strike was far more powerful than Wei Qingqiu’s; in truth, he’d held back—had he not, Zhao Zishan’s skull might have shattered with a single slap.

But today was meant to be a happy day out. Chu Tian had no intention of letting Zhao Zishan ruin the mood, so he suppressed the urge to kill.

“You dare hit me? You, you pretty boy, you dare lay hands on me?” Zhao Zishan spat out a few broken teeth, blood mixing with his words, his tone wild with rage.

“I don’t care who you are. But you’ve insulted my senior sister, and that deserves punishment. Say another word and I’ll kill you—believe it or not!” Chu Tian barely spared Zhao Zishan a glance.

Hearing this, a gentle warmth spread through Liu Qingxue’s heart. She could feel that Chu Tian truly wanted to protect her. As the eldest of six junior sisters, she had always maintained a strong, unyielding facade, never showing weakness. This was the first time she’d felt this kind of pampered affection.

Wei Qingqiu watched the scene unfold, her face full of envy.

She knew how Chu Tian felt about his senior sisters. If only she could be one of them—how wonderful that would be.

At that moment, the hotel security rushed onto the scene.

“Escort Zhao Zishan out. He’s not welcome here,” Wei Qingqiu commanded, her gentle demeanor replaced by a chilling authority.

This was a hotel owned by the Wei family, and the security staff were all their people. Naturally, they obeyed her without question.

“You… just you wait. I won’t let this go. You’ll see!” Zhao Zishan dared not linger, realizing he was no match for them. He slunk away, humiliated.

Moments later, the beach returned to its tranquil state.

The three of them waded back into the sea, launching into another round of playful water fights.

“Qingqiu, who was that man just now?” Liu Qingxue asked, her anger not yet spent.

“The Zhao family is just a third-rate clan in Tianmen City. Zhao Zishan’s an even more insignificant member—hardly worth your attention,” Wei Qingqiu replied.

“How could someone from a mere third-rate family act so brazenly?” Liu Qingxue was surprised; the way Zhao Zishan had harassed Wei Qingqiu was not at all like what you’d expect from a minor figure.

Wei Qingqiu sighed and explained, “The Zhao family serves as a vassal to the Situ family—one of the four powerful houses in Tianmen, on par with my own. Zhao Zishan is Situ Deng’s lackey; of course he throws his weight around.”

Chu Tian stiffened at the name, memories of his family’s destruction flashing through his mind.

Situ Deng.

He had only been reborn for five days and wanted nothing more than to reunite with his senior sisters, not waste time on the Situ family. In his previous life, Xu Jiao had relied on the Situ’s power to wipe out his clan. But most of the dirty work had been done by Xu Jiao herself; Situ Deng hadn’t personally involved himself. Not out of kindness, but because he thought so little of the Chu family that he saw no need to dirty his own hands.

That was why Chu Tian hadn’t sought revenge on the Situ family immediately.

If Situ Deng kept his distance, perhaps Chu Tian would let them be—for a while longer.

But now, even his lackeys dared to bully his eldest senior sister.

Perhaps it was time to pay the Situ family a visit…

Just then, a splash of seawater hit Chu Tian’s face, jolting him back to the present.

“Xiaotian, your expression is frightening. Are you still thinking about what happened?” Liu Qingxue asked, worried.

“No,” Chu Tian replied with a gentle laugh, his face relaxing. He cherished these moments of happiness and refused to let memories of his past life disturb his peace.

The next second, he scooped up a handful of seawater and flung it at the two women.

Droplets splashed across their dazzling, voluptuous figures, their fair skin gleaming in the sunlight—truly a vision of beauty!

At noon, the three returned to the hotel for a rest and a lavish lunch.

While Liu Qingxue went upstairs to change, Chu Tian waved his phone at Wei Qingqiu.

“Qingqiu, check your bank balance,” he said with a mysterious smile.

“What’s this—are you really planning to keep me as your mistress?” Wei Qingqiu teased, assuming he was joking.

But moments later, her phone chimed with a banking notification—a deposit into her private account.

“Ten billion yuan!” Wei Qingqiu’s eyes widened as she counted the zeros. One, two, three… ten zeros. A hundred billion! It truly was a hundred billion!

She was utterly stunned.

“From now on, you’re my woman. Everything about you belongs to me—including your body,” Chu Tian whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

Wei Qingqiu blushed crimson, like a ripe peach.

Three days later, at Tianmen University.

Chu Tian walked onto the campus alone. With his youthful, handsome features, he looked for all the world like a freshman—no one even tried to stop him.

He wandered through the university grounds, passing many students. College life didn’t seem as bad as he’d imagined; perhaps he should have applied to university himself.

But that wasn’t why he’d come—he was here looking for someone.

Suddenly, a delighted voice called out from behind him.

“Little junior brother!”

He turned just in time for a familiar, graceful figure to rush up and throw herself into his arms—a beautiful woman in her twenties, with delicate features and a shapely figure, dressed in a crisp white blouse, an air of scholarship about her brows.

In the next instant, she was hugging Chu Tian tightly, refusing to let go.