Chapter 5 The Future Tycoon’s Anorexia

Xie Muhuan returned home empty-handed, his heart racing with anxiety.

He couldn’t risk gambling on the character of that scoundrel of a father.

If Granny Xu really got hurt… he wouldn’t find peace for the rest of his life!

After transferring between two buses and spending an hour and a half on the journey, Xie Muhuan finally arrived home.

As soon as he stepped inside, a glass cup came hurtling toward him!

He sidestepped just in time to avoid the cup.

“You little brat!” Fang Xiuqin shouted furiously, picking up a wooden clothes rack and swinging it at him. “How dare you lie to me! You said you were broke, huh? How much money are you hiding? Hand it over!”

Xie Muhuan took a step back and pressed himself against the door, frowning. “What are you talking about?”

Fang Xiuqin spat at him, “You still want to play innocent? Your bastard of a father’s good buddy just tipped me off that you gave your dad a million!”

Xie Muhuan shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t.”

Seeing that he was still denying it, Fang Xiuqin’s rage flared, and she coldly laughed. “So, you’re willing to give that jerk money but not me, huh? You’re living off me, eating my food, and your conscience is gone to the dogs?”

She turned to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of porridge, pouring it straight into the garbage can right in front of Xie Muhuan. “You won’t have breakfast tomorrow! You’ve got money, so you won’t miss this bowl of porridge!”

Xie Muhuan coldly watched her actions.

His stomach churned with bitterness.

He had indeed had a bowl of porridge and a small dish of pickles for breakfast that morning.

He had never eaten in the school cafeteria before; he always brought nutritious meals prepared by the Xie family’s chef to school.

So, he never got a meal card.

He had thought he could at least bring a bowl of porridge to school for lunch tomorrow, but he had been too naive.

Pressing his hand against his abdomen, Xie Muhuan headed to the kitchen to open the fridge, only to find it completely empty.

He poured himself a bowl of water from the kettle, waiting for it to cool before downing it in one go, barely staving off the burning hunger.

What did Fang Xiuqin’s words mean?

Where did his biological father, Xie Yuandong, get a million?

If Xie Yuandong had come into a fortune, he might not come to harass him for a while.

Xie Muhuan’s gaze fell to the ground, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

Only two months were left.

He had to get into a top university.

By then, he would be eighteen, and it would be easier for him to study while working.

He would definitely break free from this life filled with malice!

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The next day at school.

Qu Qingzhi secretly watched Xie Muhuan.

He looked unwell, constantly pressing on his abdomen as if he were suffering from stomach pain.

In the original book, it mentioned that the villainous big boss, Xie Muhuan, endured a lot of hardships during his impoverished youth, often going hungry and developing stomach issues as a result.

Thus, he later developed mild anorexia and was only interested in the heroine’s cooking.

“I’ve read this kind of setup in at least a hundred books,” Qu Qingzhi silently complained to the system. “Doesn’t that make sense? Someone who has suffered hunger and hardship can still afford to be picky and have anorexia? Having something to eat is already a blessing!”

【Please do not use your mundane reasoning to analyze the inner thoughts of a darkened villain.】 The system replied with a serious tone.

“Such pretentiousness!” Qu Qingzhi grumbled inwardly. “But he’s only seventeen; it’s pitiful that he has to suffer hunger at such a young age…”

She saw Xie Muhuan’s pale face, his head resting on his desk, a few strands of his black hair falling to cover his handsome brows.

Qu Qingzhi recalled how she had sent money through the bodyguard last night without facing any repercussions—this meant she could exploit small loopholes outside of the established plot.

For instance, she could sneakily send some food to Xie Muhuan?

When the day came for her “ending,” she could bring this up, and maybe Xie Muhuan would show her some mercy?

Qu Qingzhi’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous idea forming in her mind.