Chapter 2088: Chapter 2091: The More Flaunted, the More Hypocritical 18
"That’s because it’s you; of course he couldn’t bear to hit you," Qingqing retorted, "He won’t let me stay in the base and told me to scram. I refused, so he whipped me. He even said he doesn’t need women on his turf, even though I wasn’t the only woman there, what gives him the right to look down on me!"
"Oh, you really shouldn’t have gone to do those dangerous things, why not just focus on studying?" Maimai thought Qingqing was really being masochistic, why go through so much hardship like men for no reason?
The turtle egg was right; she should leave that damned place.
Although Maimai had never been to the hellhole Qingqing described, just by listening to Qingqing, she felt it wasn’t a place for girls. Even though it was wrong for the turtle egg to hit people, he did have a point.
Does the turtle egg really hit people?
Imagining the scene of him hitting her... Maimai shivered, her whole body tingling, then put one hand on her hip. If he dared to hit her, she’d go down with him!
"Maimai, please, help me." Qingqing played her trump card, "I’ll give you the thing you’ve always wanted as a reward, how about it?"
Maimai had always coveted a certain item in Qingqing’s hand, but no amount of coaxing and cajoling had made Qingqing relent. Now, to get Brother Sheng Sheng transferred away, she was really going all in!
If Brother Sheng Sheng didn’t leave, she couldn’t participate in the next mission! Right now she was completely sidelined at the base, having no say in anything and being kept like a useless person. Qingqing was super frustrated; only if Brother Sheng Sheng left would she have a chance to go on a mission with her teammates.
Maimai’s eyes lit up: "Really?"
"I’ll mail it to you!"
"Alright, deal!" Maimai immediately jumped out of bed, excitedly running to the window to see if the sun was rising from the west. Once she confirmed it wasn’t, she double-checked, finally hung up the phone, and decided to help Qingqing out.
"But you have to get him out of there right away, within an hour. I can’t wait."
"So urgent? I haven’t even thought of an excuse to get him away from your place." Maimai fretted, biting her lip.
Qingqing gave her a tip: "Call and say you’re inviting him to dinner tonight. He’ll definitely leave immediately; he can catch a flight to Los Angeles just in time for dinner."
Invite him to dinner?
Maimai’s head buzzed.
She’s already avoiding him as much as possible; inviting him to dinner—she’s not that crazy.
"Come up with something else for me, I won’t do this."
"Then say your stomach hurts and call for help!" Qingqing said, "Or say you’ve got a fever, twisted your ankle, or broke out in a rash; just pick an excuse."
"That won’t work, though. If I were really sick, I’d just call my manager to come see me, right? Distant water can’t quench a nearby fire. Are you sure this will get the turtle egg away from your place?"
Don’t make a desperate bet using crazy methods.
"Just invite him to dinner; it’s the best way. Do you still want my thing or not?" Qingqing urged impatiently.
Maimai sighed: "I have to think of something foolproof. Alright, I’ll invite him to dinner. You wait and see, sister is going to rescue you from the volcanic hell. Remember to express mail the thing to me, or you’ll regret it."
Maimai hung up the phone with a slight threat, pondered for a long time, and only sent a text message: [Godfather, I’d like to invite you to dinner tonight. 5:30 PM, pick me up at my door, don’t be late.]
After sending it, her heart pounded. Amen, for Qingqing, I’m throwing myself into the fire!
A fearless spirit of sacrifice deserves a thumbs up! And another lit candle!
