I Can Fix Her - Chapter 13: Sibling Bond!?

The masked man was a high-IQ superhuman kidnapper. (Incorrect)

The masked man was a superhuman kidnapper with a screw loose. (Correct)

She couldn’t understand what this guy was thinking.

Pointing at a pile of junk, the kidnapper looked at it like it was a treasure mountain, his eyes gleaming.

“Look, there’s scrap to pick!”

All she saw were heaps of cardboard boxes and broken furniture.

The middle-aged men and women’s eyes lit up too, and they gathered around.

“Someone must have dumped this overnight! It always happens.”

Qin Ning thought this was nothing but the broken windows theory, right?

If one person secretly throws garbage here, a second, a third, a fourth will follow, and it turns into a junkyard. Ordinary people would be furious, but someone was actually thrilled about it?!

“Today we’re lucky; lots of people dumped their delivery boxes.”

“You kids are really lucky. I’ve never come across so much recyclable waste.”

Qin Ning didn’t want to get closer, but Bai Weiran dragged her over. Reluctantly, she searched through the junk pile.

They pulled out and folded cardboard boxes, and stepped on and collected empty water bottles.

She had never been this disheveled before, her eyes red with anger.

Even an auntie beside her misunderstood and smiled kindly at her.

“Such a moved young girl, look, her eyes are red. Indeed, these can sell for a good amount!”

An elderly man shouted excitedly.

“Hey, look what I found! Several pots someone threw away!”

Everyone cheered for him like he was a triumphant hero.

Scrap metal had a different price.

Qin Ning was forced to labor all night, filled with anger, but by the end, she was too exhausted to complain.

When dawn broke, their work finally ended, and they dispersed at the original gathering spot.

The cart full of neatly arranged waste made everyone smile happily.

Qin Ning was the only one who couldn’t smile.

The bald uncle in charge asked Bai Weiran for his phone number, saying they’d split the money from selling the scrap with him.

Bai Weiran shook his head and refused.

“We were taken care of by everyone today, so we won’t take the money from the uncles and aunties, just the part-time pay.”

The part-time pay was settled in cash on the spot.

“How can this be—”

“Just consider it a gift for all the help, next time for sure!”

Then he pulled Qin Ning away.

After a few steps, Qin Ning couldn’t hold it in anymore. She took off her mask and angrily questioned him.

“What right do you have to decide the fruits of my hard labor?! That money is mine!”

Bai Weiran suddenly realized.

“Oh right, I almost forgot to give you your part-time pay.”

He placed a few loose bills into Qin Ning’s hand and made her hold them tight.

“You can use this money to buy whatever you like. Hold it well, my sister,” he said with a smile.

This was also Bai Weiran’s first time getting money in this world.

Looking at the slightly crumpled bills in her hand, Qin Ning’s anger dissipated.

The money was too little, not even enough for a cup of cold brew juice.

“If you don’t want it because it’s too little, just give it to me? I don’t mind the small amount!” Bai Weiran said with a smile, reaching out his hand. The girl quickly clenched the bills and hid them behind her back, looking defensive.

“I didn’t say it was too little! Don’t talk nonsense. This is my money, and I haven’t settled accounts with you yet!”

“The money from the scrap also has my share. What right do you have to decide for me?”

Qin Ning, a young lady, had lived her seventeen years carefree, spending money without a second thought.

But now, when she had no other choice, another side of her character emerged.

Many rich people become wealthy because they think differently from the average person.

Qin Ning’s grandfather, who made the Qin family prosperous, was a typical example.

Bai Weiran remembered reading about Qin Ning’s background, which was related to her grandfather.

Once, her grandfather, already a successful businessman, took a long-distance train, dressed too plainly. A rich lady asked him to help carry her luggage.

Qin Ning’s grandfather said nothing and carried two large suitcases.

When his subordinates came to find him on the train, the lady stood there, holding a tip, her hands trembling.

Should she give it or not?

Qin Ning’s grandfather calmly took the tip.

“Ma’am, this is my deserved reward for providing you a service.”

The sea does not reject small streams, thus becoming vast.

For him, money was money, no obsession with small or large amounts, only seriously treating the rewards he deserved, whether in business or manual labor.

Clearly, Qin Ning had this concept too, but never had the chance to show it before.

Bai Weiran smiled, pointing to a 24-hour convenience store by the roadside.

“Let’s sit and have something to eat. I’ll answer your questions.”

Bai Weiran just placed the chosen bread and sports drink at the self-checkout when the girl’s hand reached over.

She added a tea egg, a pack of tofu skin sushi, and a small bottle of fresh milk in front of him.

“…?!”

“Brother, isn’t it natural to pay for your sister’s meal?” The girl looked innocent, blinking her big eyes with a mix of coquettishness and naivety.

“You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re so kind to help your brother with part-time work but can’t even buy breakfast, right?”

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow; she had learned his words well.

But since he made her work hard all night, it would be too heartless to refuse.

He calmly paid the bill. Qin Ning, watching him pay, felt victorious, like she’d won a battle.

They sat side by side by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside.

Few pedestrians were on the road, just some early risers going to work.

“If it’s only cleaning up those waste, they could’ve done it without us,” Bai Weiran said.

“The aunties and uncles deliberately asked us to help.”

Such private income is best kept to oneself, no need to tell others.

Before, when he did part-time cleaning and picked up waste, an older colleague bragged about having a few spots with lots of waste, never sharing with others.

It was practical; the more others picked, the less you got.

“We don’t really lack food and drink, no need to take the aunties and uncles’ money.”

What he said was touching, but Qin Ning wasn’t completely convinced.

“So you can sacrifice my rights at will?”

“Fair point,” Bai Weiran chuckled, then stuffed the remaining money into her work uniform’s small left pocket.

“Then consider it me paying you. Sister, don’t be polite, take your brother’s tip! It should be more than what you’d get from the scrap split.”

After all, he wouldn’t need this world’s money when he returned, so he might as well be generous.

Caught off guard by the sibling advantage, Qin Ning almost choked on her tea egg.

“Do you remember the bald uncle in charge of the area?” Bai Weiran chatted casually.

“You might not know, but he was fired from your company. He used to be a senior manager.”

This time, Qin Ning really choked.