Luo Qiangwei brushed her long hair aside and was about to turn and leave, but a glimpse of Luo Hongying’s ardent, hopeful eyes caught her attention.
With a swift turn of her jet-black pupils, she reached out and took his arm, “That’s right, I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while now.”
Moh Shiche glanced at the arm she had hooked and said nothing, allowing her to lead him to where Old Madam Moh was seated.
Luo Hongying, observing their close interaction, was very angry but didn’t erupt, maintaining a sweet and proper smile on her face, “Shiche is here, can we start now?”
Luo Qiangwei silently sneered.
Luo Hongying’s strength lay in this—she always managed to keep herself steady, never easily revealing her emotions, always putting Shiche’s well-being as her top priority, winning everyone’s favor.
And in her past life, that was exactly where she lost—too quick to anger, too easy to get excited, too willful.
No sooner had they all assembled than the ski resort’s manager arrived with essential skiing equipment—a small beacon.
“You must attach this to your waist; it has a compass function and can also pinpoint your location.
The ski area is vast, and without this, it’s easy to get lost, and if you encounter danger, there’s no way to call for help.
Make sure to wear it properly.”
Luo Qiangwei was just about to reach for it when she saw Moh Shiche take both of them.
Luo Hongying clenched her fists upon seeing Moh Shiche’s actions, and suddenly, with a hint of grievance, she said, “Grandma, but I don’t know how to ski…
What should I do?”
“You don’t know how?” Old Madam Moh hummed with a hint of pride, “Then let Shiche teach you; he’s very good at it.”
“Sure,” Luo Hongying smiled and accepted the offer, then bit her lip looking towards Luo Qiangwei, “Cousin, you won’t be upset if Shiche teaches me, right?”
Luo Qiangwei truly felt that her strength was in passing the buck, leaving the dirty work for others to do.
If she had fallen into this trap and become the villain in her past life, but now things were different…
With this thought, she raised her eyebrow slightly and said with a coquettish laugh, “I would definitely be jealous; my husband can only teach me…
But it’s alright, I happen to be quite good at skiing too, so let me teach my cousin.
It’s more convenient between girls anyway.”
Luo Hongying was taken aback, never expecting her to respond in that way, “You…
you can ski?”
“Of course I can.
Are you going to refuse my help?”
“…”
Before Luo Hongying could reply, Luo Qiangwei had taken her hand, “Come on, let your sister teach you.”
Luo Hongying had already put on her ski boots and, without time to look back at the others, was promptly pulled into the ski area.
Moh Shiche, with his tall stature, stood in place.
Seeing this, he didn’t speak up to stop them but merely squinted as he watched Luo Qiangwei’s slender, yet seemingly powerful, figure disappear into the distance. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
Luo Qiangwei was indeed very skilled at skiing, having learned it as a child with her father and practicing often, due to her interest in the sport.
She skied very fast, and Luo Hongying couldn’t adapt to the speed at all, gripping Luo Qiangwei’s arm tightly, scared and screaming, “Ah…
slow down…
slower!”
“Ah?
What are you saying, little sister?”
Luo Qiangwei pretended not to hear and as she turned around, she suddenly withdrew her arm—
Without her support, Luo Hongying stumbled and plunged forward, crashing heavily into the snow!
“Ah…” She got a mouthful of snow, cold and choking, crying out in pain.
“Oops!” Luo Qiangwei hurriedly came over, tapping her gently with her ski, “Cousin, how did you fall?
Does it hurt?
Really, you can’t even learn something as simple as skiing, are you mentally disabled or what?”