That evening, Qin Manjiang went home for a visit.
Qin Manyi's eyes widened. "You're moving out?"
Qin Manjiang nodded as he packed his everyday essentials. "Yeah, I found a job. What, were you going to support me?"
Qin Manyi eyed his outfit suspiciously. "What kind of job?"
"At a bar," Qin Manjiang answered casually.
"I knew it! You can't work as a male escort!" Qin Manyi panicked and grabbed his clothes.
"What goes on in that head of yours all day? Who said I was working as a male escort at a bar?" Qin Manjiang looked up at her with disdain. "Listen carefully. Number 36, Central District, Clear-Eyed Leisure Bar. It's a respectable establishment."
Qin Manyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Central District had excellent public security and strict inspections. Anyone who could open a business there not only had to be rich, but really couldn't engage in any shady dealings.
"Then... could you ask your boss if I could work there too? If even you can do it, I should..." Qin Manyi said quietly.
"What do you mean, if even I can do it?" Qin Manjiang bristled. He shot to his feet, pulled Qin Manyi into the bathroom, and pointed at the mirror. "Look. My face: wickedly handsome. You: plain country girl."
Qin Manyi glared at him indignantly, but had no way to argue.
It was true...
Qin Manjiang simply didn't have the genes of Old Qin's rural family. Although he wasn't the upright, righteous-looking kind of handsome, he had a wicked air with considerable villainous charm.
Coupled with his former personality, that had made Qin Manyi rather afraid to get close to her brother.
Recently, however, he had grown increasingly irrepressible, practically a more intelligent version of Li Xijiu.
"You? Forget it," Qin Manjiang said, walking