Baozhu não podia imaginar[Renascimento]

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The Qiu family went bankrupt, and one precious pearl was taken by the Wei family.

Qiu Baozhu was fishing in the courtyard; his fishing rod was stuck in the mud, the line dangling in the water without a hook at the end. He had never caught a fish—it was just to pass the time.

A Dong stood behind him holding a parasol. “Young Master Baozhu, you should go inside. The sun will burn you.”

“Why doesn’t the sun just kill me?”

“…”

Qiu Baozhu grabbed a handful of jade beads. He had strung several boxes of such jade beads—not the beads themselves, but the unspeakable bitterness that men carry.

“A Dong, you could have stayed abroad but chose to be my servant. Do you hate me?”

A Dong answered honestly, “A little.”

“As long as you don’t hate me,” Qiu Baozhu replied as if he hadn’t heard.

“I quite hate Wei Shu,” Qiu Baozhu suddenly changed the subject.

A Dong’s shadow flickered with a troubled look. “Young Master Baozhu, is your skin itching again?”

“If Wei Shu knew you spoke to me like this, half your salary would be deducted this month.”

“I’m paid annually.”

“Then half your annual salary will be deducted.”

“You…”

Before A Dong could finish, Qiu Baozhu suddenly threw down the beads. Jade being fragile, many beads shattered instantly.

A Dong watched with pain in his eyes, wishing he could lick up every broken shard from the ground.

“I don’t want to live anymore,” Qiu Baozhu said emotionlessly, like an actor delivering a line.

The next moment, he jumped into the la