The Birth of a Villainess

Lin Xiaofei felt somewhat strange being looked at by three people who had different expressions on their faces.

The Bai sisters each looked at her with anger and jealousy. Bai Feng Jiu was angry that she even got a chance to get inside the residence and will take her authority from her. While Bai Jia Li's face was clouded with jealousy.

As for what is the reason why she harbored such emotions towards her, Lin Xiaofei had a great idea about it since Qu Xing Xu gave her all his attention as their eyes met.

But this wasn't the time to be staring at each other. Lin Xiaofei was currently sewing his cloak in the gazebo and just by knowing he will see her doing this, her desire to flee was tremendous.

Contemplating whether she should pack up and leave or stay and let him have the chance to tease her, Lin Xiaofei couldn't decide immediately.

Still, she ended up doing the latter since the former would make her look like she left out of her jealousy after seeing him together with Bai Jia Li.

"Isn't that… Miss Lin?" Bai Jia Li interrupted as she could see that the two of them continued to stare at each other. She didn't want to be ignored but Qu Xing Xu didn't even look at her as he approached the gazebo.

"It's alright, sister. The Duke will see that you're better than that tramp." Bai Feng Jiu reassured her younger sister and urger Bai Jia Li to follow Qu Xing Xu towards the gazebo.Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-birth-of-a-villainess_16977433905988805/prefer-wearing-rags_49516012604806332 for visiting.

Allowing the Duke and Lin Xiaofei wouldn't do them good. Hence, Bai Feng Jiu decided to take action.

"Miss Lin! What are you doing here?" Bai Feng Jiu beat Qu Xing Xu to speak first. She wasn't even that close to the gazebo and yet, she already opened her mouth.

Lin Xiaofei lazily glanced at Bai Feng Jiu before she slowly said, "I was trying to get some fresh air. But it seems that I won't get any of it anymore."

Bai Feng Jiu's smile cracked as she was indirectly told by Lin Xiaofei that they smelt bad.

"What are you saying? Miss Lin is surrounded by trees and plants. Surely, there is plenty of fresh air around us." Bai Jia Li took a step forward and leaned to look at what Lin Xiaofei was doing, "Hm? Is that a rag? Why is Miss Lin sewing up a rag?"

Hearing her sister words, Bai Feng Jiu also saw what she's holding in her hand and decided to comment, "Miss Lin must have forgotten that there are plenty of servants in the residence hence, she decided to sew up a rag by herself."

Ever since Qu Xing Xu's words last time, suggesting Bai Jia Li to become a maid, Bai Feng Jiu took offense to that and decided to use this opportunity to throw the words back to Lin Xiaofei.

Lin Xiaofei lazily stared at the two sisters who wanted to look intimidating. They probably thought that she would be hurt by their words.

Instead of opening her mouth instantly after they said that, Lin Xiaofei took her time to look at the dresses of the two sisters. They wore splendidly and attractively. Especially, Bai Jia Li who wore a light blue dress with white lilies sewn on the hem of the dress. But the fact that she wore the collar lower than normal, it only revealed an ample amount of skin that should have been covered. Her intentions for wearing that dress was certainly not clean.

After taking her time to look at their dresses, she finally smiled as she nodded, "That is right…"

Bai Feng Jiu and Bai Jia Li didn't expect her to readily agree to them and were slightly surprised.

But Lin Xiaofei wasn't done speaking. "Rather than wearing so grandly and laviciously, I prefer wearing rags and get rid of my ambitious thoughts." She didn't filter her words as she said that. Lin Xiaofei didn't think she needed to do so.

Bai Feng Jiu and Bai Jia Li didn't look well after the words were said to them.

The Bai sisters might be considered vicious but compared to what Lin Xiaofei had to experience when she was married, they didn't even qualify as challengers.

Besides, even in the past, Lin Xiaofei never filtered her words. She liked it more when people's faces darkened at her bluntness.

Lin Xiaofei didn't need to worry about the Bao sisters but there were more worrisome people than them.

Standing silently while watching on the side, Qu Xing Xu's eyes were drawn to the so called rag on her lap. He couldn't help but frown at the sight of it and wondered why that rag looked so familiar.

Then, as if a clock's cog was put into its rightful place, a smile bloomed on his lips as his eyes gleamed brightly.

"That cloa-"

"-rag is not yours." Lin Xiaofei finished what he was about to say. Interrupting him before he could even call it a cloak.

Qu Xing Xu didn't think she would try to cut him off and was slightly surprised. He looked at the glare she was using to tell him to shut his mouth and not utter a word about the fact that she's fixing his cloak for him.

Qu Xing Xu might do as she asked of him but that didn't mean he would shut his mouth off when he could say other things. For as long as he didn't mention that the rag she was sewing up was in fact his cloak, everything else is good.

Thus, a smile was tugging at his lips as he took a step towards her. He looked down at the ball of fabric on top of her lap. He examined it as if it was something worth studying and making some journals.

And after he was done, he suddenly nodded, "This is definitely a rag." He raised his eyes to look at her, "But I know I saw it somewhere and if I am right. This rag is worth 20,000 taels of gold."

Gasps were coming out of the two Bai sisters soon after his words landed. They would never believe that the ball of fabric on Lin Xiaofei's lap was worth twenty thousand taels of gold. But it was Qu Xing Xu who said it. Thus, they couldn't rebuke his words and was forced to believe it anyway.

On the other hand, Lin Xiaofei rolled her eyes at him. Casually boasting in front of her, this man was definitely up to no good.

And just as this thought appeared in her head, she saw Qu Xing Xu leaning towards her ear. He whispered, "And you are right. This rag isn't mine. After all, everything I own is yours."