QTIMP -Chapter 208 Character Persona – Fool (Part 4)

She was a very vindictive person. The day before, when food was distributed, she had luckily managed to grab a steamed bun, but the moment she returned to her corner, it was snatched away by this woman.

Song Xiaxia, who was being counted off seriously on her fingers like that, was left speechless for a long while.

In the end, she simply threw caution to the wind. “You don’t need to worry about all that. In short, you owe me a life. If you don’t treat me well and take care of me, then you’re ungrateful.”

“My man is very capable. He will definitely take revenge on you in the future.”

Why did Si Qiu feel like this person was even dumber than herself? She already said she didn’t save her—why was she so stubborn? Then it suddenly dawned on her: oh, was this person trying to scam her?

So she grabbed Song Xiaxia’s wrist at the pulse point where she was holding the door handle and applied a little force. Instantly, the other woman’s hand went limp.

She pushed open the bathroom door, slipped inside, and locked it from the inside.

The bathroom was very small but fully equipped. Si Qiu ignored the banging on the door and the muffled curses outside—she was already used to this.

After all, in the past, there had been no shortage of people calling her stupid or mentally slow. But her mother had told her that people who said such things were the ones with defects themselves; she just needed to ignore them.

Clean water from the shower poured down over her head, washing away all kinds of dirt. Water droplets continuously rolled down her flawless skin.

The fragrance of toiletries filled the air around her.

When the water stopped, Si Qiu wrapped herself in a white bathrobe, a white towel wrapped around her head. She also washed all the clothes she had taken off.

She didn’t hang them inside the bathroom. She was afraid Song Xiaxia would sabotage them if she came in later—not because she was overly cautious, but because it had already happened before.

Before she left, she listened carefully. The knocking had stopped.

Holding her freshly washed clothes, she opened the bathroom door—and saw Song Xiaxia sitting there eating.

When Song Xiaxia saw her, she shot her a glare and turned away with a cold snort.

Si Qiu’s stomach immediately growled when she saw the food on the small table. She hurried over, put her wet clothes aside, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating.

It was just simple rice with some fish, and the only vegetables were bean sprouts and cucumber. Si Qiu liked fish, but she was clumsy—she didn’t know how to pick out fish bones.

At home, her mother would always cook fish with fewer bones for her, or remove them in advance. But here, who would take care of her?

She had to do it herself, so her eating slowed down.

Song Xiaxia finished first. She threw down her chopsticks with a cold snort, grabbed the clothes that came with the meal box, and went straight into the bathroom.

Si Qiu secretly glanced at the bathroom, now filled with a faint silhouette, and finally let out a breath of relief.

She was really very stupid at arguing with people. So when Song Xiaxia said things, she couldn’t refute them in time and could only stew in frustration.

She preferred quiet, obedient people—preferably ones who only listened to her.

After finishing her meal, she cleaned up the table and placed everything by the door.

Song Xiaxia still hadn’t come out, so she quickly changed her clothes. A white halter-style crop top and white shorts left her with almost no sense of security.

Because Song Xiaxia had short hair and didn’t need to wash it, she came out sooner.

As soon as she stepped out, she saw Si Qiu sitting on a chair. A glimpse of her pale, slender waist curved into an alluring arc. Her head tilted slightly to the right as she dried her hair with a large towel.

Her long legs rested casually on the ground—fair, straight, and well-proportioned, with a faint softness that made them even more enticing.

Even the exposed toes in her slippers looked so pink and delicate that one almost wanted to bite them hard.

Hearing the sound, Si Qiu turned her head and met Song Xiaxia’s gaze, receiving only a cold snort in return.

Thinking that she also had a temper, Si Qiu turned away as well, no longer looking at her, and began braiding her mostly-dried hair into a thick plait.

She got up, went to the bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down.

Song Xiaxia, wearing a yellow outfit identical to Si Qiu’s, saw her already lying on the bed and hurried over in three quick strides.

“Hey, get up! There’s only one bed—why should you sleep on it?”

Si Qiu didn’t want to deal with her, but she also knew this woman had an inexplicable stubbornness. So she pulled the blanket up to cover the lower half of her face and said,

“I didn’t say I’m the only one sleeping here. There’s plenty of space—you can sleep too.”

Si Qiu always spoke slowly. Her mother had told her to think three times before speaking. But to Song Xiaxia, that tone only sounded infuriating.

“Who’s going to sleep in the same bed with you? Get up now!”

Song Xiaxia had always assumed that because she had saved Si Qiu’s life, Si Qiu should obey her in everything.

But Si Qiu was slow, not stupid. How could she possibly follow every ridiculous demand just because someone said so?

More than that, since childhood she had been a bit slow, and often bullied by other children. Her mother had taught her not to suffer losses.

So everything she did had a boundary drawn in her mind—once that line was crossed, it triggered her warning zone.

“Oh. If you don’t want to sleep with me, then go sleep somewhere else.”

With that, she turned to the other side and pulled the blanket over her head.

Song Xiaxia wanted to grab the blanket and argue with her, but then she remembered the numb, aching pain in her wrist when Si Qiu had grabbed it earlier at the bathroom door.

She could only stomp her foot in anger and sit down on the stool Si Qiu had just been sitting on, drying her hair.

At the same time, she replayed everything from her previous life in her mind, thinking about the best point to kill Si Qiu.

Her cold, sinister gaze swept over the small lump under the slightly raised blanket.

Si Qiu, as if sensing something, shrank further under the covers.

The sky gradually darkened. At some point, wind and waves rose at sea, and the ship rocked back and forth.

Song Xiaxia stared excitedly at the cabin door. She knew that tonight they would reach the cruise ship’s sea area, and at that time this group of people would be forced onto the cruise.

However, tonight also happened to be when a typhoon would deviate from its predicted path, passing not far from the two ships, causing them to nearly be destroyed in this vast sea.

The cabin door was suddenly pushed open. The man called “Seventh Brother,” the leader, walked in with a lit cigar in his hand. He took a puff and scanned the room.

“Get up. Go to the deck.”

Si Qiu was startled awake by the sound of the door. She crawled out from under the blanket, still groggy. Her hair, though braided, still had stray strands sticking out like a frizzed feather duster.

In the pitch darkness, she couldn’t see clearly, only hearing “Seventh Brother’s” voice.

She instinctively shivered and hurriedly got off the bed.

The cold wind at the cabin door brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver again. She instinctively grabbed the bathrobe thrown on the cabinet.

Then she trembled as she passed by the man called Seventh Brother and headed toward the deck.

Sure enough, outside there was not only strong wind but also fine, intermittent rain. Si Qiu quickly wrapped the bathrobe tighter and turned back.

And Song Xiaxia, who was a step behind her, was not only shoved.