A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire

Chapter 1108: Mother and Daughter!

From Qin Xi’s tone, Mu Yan instantly knew it had to be related to that little boyfriend of hers.Mu Yan teased, "Listen to that blissful complaining of yours. Brother Xi, you might as well just give in."

"Give in my ass, I’m Brother Xi. He’s just a little brat!" Qin Xi was speechless. "Once the timing’s right, I’ll definitely break up with him."

Mu Yan couldn’t help laughing. If she really wanted to break up, she would’ve done it long ago—obviously, she couldn’t bear to.

Forget it. Some things were better left at a hint, or she’d just trigger the girl’s rebellious streak.

Meanwhile, Qin Xi hung up and looked at all the missed calls on her phone, her head aching. She’d already told that kid not to come, but he just wouldn’t listen.

"Xi Xi, who were you just saying you were going to break up with?" Mrs. Qin walked over and leaned in close to her daughter, looking full of gossip.

Qin Xi looked at her in surprise. "Mrs. Qin, have you gotten senile this young? You’re even hearing things now!"

With a loud "smack," Mrs. Qin slapped her daughter on the head. "Is this how you talk to your own mom? It’s New Year’s, and you still don’t know what’s taboo. How did I end up with such an unfilial daughter?"

Qin Xi clutched her head and stared at her, full of grievance. "I’m definitely not your biological kid. You hit way too hard."

Mrs. Qin gave a cold laugh. "Of course you’re not. You were a freebie from topping up my phone bill. I originally wanted the jug of cooking oil, but they ran out, and only you were left. I had no choice but to bring you home."

Qin Xi, "..."

Mom, did you have to be this ruthless? I’m actually not even worth a jug of oil.

"I’m telling you, at your age, you need to stop messing around and settle down early," Mrs. Qin said earnestly.

The one thing a woman hates most is being told she’s old—even by her own mom.

Qin Xi bristled. "How am I old? I’m only twenty-eight, in my prime. Do you know how many male fans call me their goddess?"

"You’re twenty-eight this year, and in a blink you’ll be thirty. Once a woman hits thirty, it’s not easy to find a partner," Mrs. Qin frowned. "Back in my day, I had you when I was twenty."

"What era do you think this is? Late marriage is what’s in now," Qin Xi said, exasperated.

Mrs. Qin went straight to the ultimatum. "I don’t care what era it is, getting married and having kids is a big deal. This year you must bring a boyfriend home for me to see."

Qin Xi was speechless. "I can’t be bothered with you." She stood up to leave.

Seeing her daughter ignore her, Mrs. Qin sighed. "Don’t tell me you still can’t get over that Lu Zhaoming?"

"Mom, why are you bringing that up again?" Qin Xi was really losing her patience.

Mrs. Qin glared at her. "If you had a boyfriend, would I even mention him? I know exactly how much you liked him back then. And that Lu Zhaoming really was a piece of work—broke up just like that. So all that kindness before was just stringing us along. I told you from the start, you should find an ordinary guy. Too rich is no good, but you just wouldn’t listen. And now look at you..."

Once an older woman starts nagging, it’s endless. Qin Xi’s temper flared up all at once. She turned to her and said, "You’re absolutely right. I’m a gold-digger who looks down on the poor and fawns over the rich, so I deserved to get dumped. The reason I won’t get a boyfriend now is because I can’t let him go. Happy?"

Mrs. Qin’s temper shot up at that. "What kind of tone is that to use with your mother?"

Qin Xi let out a cold laugh. "It’s not like your words are any nicer to hear."

"You’re turning the sky upside down!" Mrs. Qin was shaking with anger.

Qin Xi ignored her, grabbed her phone, and walked out the door.