The Fake Daughter Want to Be Villainess - Chapter 60
Jiang Shu had no idea what the staff were thinking.
The high-paying tasks had long been completed, and what remained were a bunch of ten-point tasks.
She and Pei Wang worked diligently for an entire afternoon, earning only forty points; when factoring in the remaining points after buying the house, they had a total of only fifty points.
Jiang Shu sighed and began calculating on her fingers, “Dinner will probably cost the same as lunch, and breakfast definitely won’t be free—”
She furrowed her brow in frustration, “Our points are just barely enough.”
Pei Wang glanced at her, slightly bending down, placing the back of his hand against hers, and whispered softly, “It’s okay.”
“As long as it’s enough,” he comforted Jiang Shu, “we don’t necessarily need to hoard money.”
“Since the program team hinted at saving money,” Jiang Shu still looked worried, “there will surely be some episode where this money will be needed.”
Pei Wang gently pushed her bangs aside, saying, “Don’t worry.”
He chuckled lightly, “We’ll earn tomorrow’s money tomorrow.”
Jiang Shu unexpectedly raised her head, blinking in surprise, “Do you also take life as it comes?”
Pei Wang appeared to be a disciplined and organized person.
He pinched the tip of her nose, saying, “How can that be described as just getting by?”
He laughed softly, “This is called enjoying the moment.”
Jiang Shu was amazed, “Are all you capitalists so full of sweet words?”
She wanted to say more but heard a voice from behind, “What secret are you two whispering about?”
Jiang Shu turned around to see Qiao Xian and Ren Lishu walking over together.
Ren Lishu looked at them in surprise for a moment: “You two seem to be getting along really well lately.”
She turned to Qiao Xian with a sense of sentimentality, “Indeed, siblings don’t hold grudges overnight; having blood ties makes a difference.”
Jiang Shu frowned slightly.
There had been much speculation online about her relationship with Pei Wang. She used to not mind it, but now—
Pei Wang lifted his hand to brush her brow and then turned to Qiao Xian and Ren Lishu with a smile, “Shu Shu and I don’t have any blood relation.”
Ren Lishu was taken aback, “Huh?”
She exchanged glances with Qiao Xian, then turned back and laughed, “But I heard you two introduce each other as siblings at first.”
Ren Lishu did not ask any further about the matter—
The complicated relationships of the wealthy were not her business unless they were public.
She pointed to the village entrance, “Let’s convene first.”
They all headed to the program team’s tent, and before long, the remaining two groups followed suit.
Jiang Shu pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder and twirled them in her hand as if they were a pen: “Why isn’t the director coming out?”
Pei Wang reassured her, “The director can see the monitor and will be here soon.”
His gaze fell slightly to the pair of disposable chopsticks she was spinning: “What’s this?”
“Spinning a pen,” Jiang Shu blinked.
She was a bit surprised: “You don’t know about this? It was really popular back in school.”
This was something that had become popular during her elementary school years; she didn’t know where it had come from, but it had spread overnight among students—anyone who didn’t learn it was considered less cool.
At the time, she didn’t know how to do it and had been anxious to ask Father Jiang for help.
After a while of urging, Father Jiang, not knowing where to find someone who could spin a pen, had to hire a Peking opera performer to teach her how to spin a pen, even trying to persuade her—
“This is more advanced than spinning a pen; show your classmates, and you’ll definitely stand out.”
She had believed Father Jiang’s flattery and earnestly practiced for several days. However, when she went to class to show off, she realized there was nothing in the classroom she could spin.
She felt disappointed for quite a while, until she discovered that the skills for spinning things were indeed transferable; if she could spin a pen, she could spin a pencil, and even the broom in the classroom.
Pei Wang also took a pair of disposable chopsticks: “We never had this trend at our school.”
Jiang Shu blinked in confusion: “How could that be? Isn’t this a nationwide trend?”
She and Pei Wang exchanged glances for a moment, then it suddenly clicked: “You went to school abroad.”
Cultural differences could explain why Pei Wang had never come across pen spinning.
Jiang Shu stopped spinning the chopsticks and shifted slightly to the side: “It’s really simple; I can teach you!”
Pei Wang wasn’t particularly interested in such things.
When he first started school, he struggled with the language barrier and was often bullied by other students, both openly and secretly.
He shared these experiences with Pei Songyu, who angrily took him to see the teacher, but that only intensified the bullying.
After suffering several times, he quickly learned how to effectively counter those who bullied him.After half a year of school, he had successfully familiarized himself with the local language and had taught those few troublemakers how to behave.
Everything had improved, but he had grown accustomed to being alone. He was not interested in making friends, nor was he fascinated by the trends and fads among students.
Pei Wang slightly lifted his eyelashes.
The little girl tilted her head; her bangs, despite being styled many times, still refused to behave and were a tangled mess. She looked over at him with her round, cat-like eyes, full of anticipation.
So adorable, even this little trick seemed charming.
Pei Wang responded with a hum, mimicking Jiang Shu’s movements, pinching the chopsticks between his fingers: “Okay.”
Jiang Shu demonstrated a slow-motion version briefly, then rested the ends of the chopsticks on the table and slumped down in defeat: “I’m so hungry.”
Jiang Shu turned her head and called out, “Pei Wang.”
Just as she was about to instruct him to try rotating them, she heard the director’s voice nearby: “Hey, why are there so many people over here?”
He approached leisurely with a sun umbrella, questioning, “What are you all gathering here for?”
He intentionally turned to the staff beside him and asked, “Did I tell them to gather at the village entrance?”
The staff obediently shook their heads.
The guests sensed something unusual in the air.
Lin Hui couldn’t hold back and spoke first: “Director, our food—”
“Food?” The director’s gaze immediately darted over: “What food?”
He spread his hands innocently: “Dinner is not being provided tonight.”
The guests were momentarily stunned, and Ren Lishu furrowed her brow, cautiously asking, “Are we going to be left hungry?”
“What are you talking about?” The director looked over in surprise: “I’m just not providing dinner; I’m not stopping you from eating.”
He shook the megaphone in his hand: “No way, right?”
The director said loudly: “There’s no way that adults can’t find food to eat and are going to go hungry, right?”
Jiang Shu blinked.
This meant they had to figure out their own dinner.
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