The Monopoly on Items
Dong Jingxuan shot back, "Still better than getting kicked out when it's time to eat!"
Dong Yanqiong giggled and plopped down beside him. "I want a drumstick."
"Cut it yourself." Dong Jingxuan handed her the knife.
Dong Yanqiong toyed with the knife, then glanced at Xu Huo. "Where did you find this guy? You're messing with Brother Qifeng. Aren't you afraid he'll come after you?"
Dong Jingxuan didn't seem bothered. "What, he's going to kill me?"
"He can always kill someone else." Dong Yanqiong sighed. "Look, even though you're Third Uncle's biological son, when it comes to something as important as business, he brings Brother Qifeng along, not you. If you cause trouble, Brother Qifeng might go back and badmouth you to Third Uncle. Then Third Uncle will definitely chew you out."
"Nobody's better at stirring up trouble than you. Give it a rest." Dong Jingxuan shoved her aside.
"Oh, come on, I'm just telling the truth. And I'm only trying to help you, but you don't appreciate it." Dong Yanqiong draped herself over his arm and grabbed some of the meat he'd just grilled. She took a bite, spat it out, and said with a look of disgust, "Even your idea of fun is so old-fashioned. No wonder the elders in the family look down on you."
"You're so modern. How come they don't put you on a pedestal?" Dong Jingxuan mocked.
"That's not what I mean." Dong Yanqiong wasn't angry. She cupped her face in both hands. "You can't even accept the pastimes popular among the big families. How could Third Uncle and the others possibly hand the business over to you? Look at Brother Qifeng. He's so good at playing dirty behind people's backs. The elders in other families all think highly of