Dealing with Tigers

But what to play? … Golf … Hmph! I’m so frustrated! I have to accompany him! I cried in the car, and there, Young Master Qi was enjoying himself! “Where do you plan to ‘accompany’ me now?” “To Grandpa’s.” “What?! Are you kidding?!” I was stunned. “Haven’t been there for a long time, thought I’d take you to meet him.” “Are you crazy?! You dare to bring your mistress to meet Grandpa?!” “When did you become a mistress? Besides, with your figure, could you even be one?” He glanced at my chest intentionally or unintentionally. “I’m just petite … I have a B cup at least! Still growing! If I’m not a mistress, then what am I!” I puffed out my chest, hmph! “My woman,” he reached out, still saying, “If it weren’t for me, could you still grow?” I slapped his hand away in anger, stomping my feet in protest, “Anyway, I don’t want to go, I’m not prepared at all!” Qi Yufeng winked at me, patted my head, “Grandpa is very kind and easy-going, don’t be scared, just sit tight.” “I don’t want to, I don’t want to!” I kept stomping, but he ignored me! “If you don’t let me out, I’ll jump out of the car!” Deciding to take drastic measures, I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Go ahead, jump.” He adjusted something, and the car instantly transformed into a convertible, scaring me into fastening my seatbelt again … He drove wildly, the wind was so loud he didn’t even need to pay attention to my protests. By the time we arrived, I almost floated out of the car, my hair poetic and picturesque, tousled by the wind …