Hong Kong 1980: Me and the Queen Swapped Clothes

Qin Meijin tried to rush into the toilet, but her eldest son, Fang Qiming, ignored her, leaving only the rumbling of his stomach echoing in the small living room.

Qin Meijin didn't even have the strength to scold Qin Weiming anymore. All she could do was curse Fang Yanmei's name filthyly, and then resorted to her three most offensive tactics: "Oh dear, what sins have I committed to give birth to such a daughter! She's really here to collect a debt, my life is so miserable!"

Qin Weiming was completely unaffected by the magic resistance attack; instead, he walked to the door of Qin Meijin's room.

Qin Meijin, who was on the ground, immediately became anxious: "What are you doing? Amei, you've come to the wrong room, that's my room."

Qin Weiming grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "I didn't go to the wrong place, I'm going to your room, Mom."

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Qin Weiming's tone became much more cheerful. Even though Fang Deming and Qin Meijin tried their best to stop him, Qin Weiming still walked in without any hindrance.

Looking around the room covered with horse racing information and notes, Qin Weiming guessed that they were all used by Qin Meijin for gambling, so he ignored them.

Bending down, Qin Weiming's slender fingers carefully stroked under the bed, as if caressing a lover's skin. His fingertips touched a cool iron box, and he used his fingers to pull it out.

The tin box wasn't big, only about the width of a palm. When opened, it was bulging with Hong Kong dollars and some luxury watches and gold jewelry.

Qin Weiming's lips curled up slightly as he opened his shirt pocket and poured all the money from the tin box into it. He knew without a doubt that Qin Meijin hadn't done any productive work all these years and had only been able to support her and her two sons' extravagant lifestyle thanks to Fang Yanmei's salary and the tips from customers.

If it weren't for Qin Meijin's gambling addiction, Fang Yanmei would have turned this family's life around long ago.

"Amei, Amei, you can't do this! If you take all these things, what will Mom and your brother eat and spend money on?" Qin Meijin was stunned as she watched Qin Weiming's smooth movements, which seemed to have been premeditated. Lying on the ground, she was completely dumbfounded.

When she came to her senses, Qin Meijin struggled to get up and grabbed Qin Weiming's arm, still trying to gain sympathy by playing the victim card.

Qin Weiming had previously noticed that whenever something happened, Qin Meijin would soften her tone, probably because Fang Yanmei was someone who responded better to gentleness than force, which was why she was so easily manipulated.

However, Qin Weiming jumped back a step, and Qin Meijin failed to grab his arm. She staggered and had to grab the table to steady herself.

"Mom, I'm Fang Yanmei now. I earned all this money, and I can take it whenever I want. Even if you call the police, it won't do you any good. When have you ever had a proper income? My older brother is almost thirty, and it's wrong for him to expect a minor sister like me to support him. It's time for you to train my brother a bit, instead of only thinking about training me all day long."

Qin Weiming smiled, but his words were anything but polite: "I'm doing this for my brother's sake. You never train him, you only think about making me earn money. When he gets married, are you going to send me to the bridal chamber? My brother might be willing, but my sister-in-law won't."

Fang Qiming, who was in the toilet, yelled that if he hadn't been unable to pull up his pants, he would have rushed out to beat Qin Weiming up long ago.

Qin Meijin stared at Qin Weiming's face, somewhat incredulous that these harsh words came from her third daughter, Fang Yanmei. How could her daughter, whom she had suppressed for so long, suddenly become so eloquent? She couldn't believe it: "You're not Amei, who are you? Get off Amei! Amei must have been possessed. Deming, go and call Grandma to exorcise the evil spirits from her."

Qin Weiming scratched his head. In a sense, Qin Meijin was right. But he smiled at Qin Meijin and said, "Qin Meijin, you guessed right. I'm not Amei. Amei told me that you've never been kind to her since we were little. Now I'm going to let you experience what she did to you. Don't be scared off!"

Qin Meijin was stunned by Qin Weiming's words.

Fang Deming tried to get up, but his stomach was in so much pain that he collapsed on the ground.

Seeing this, Qin Meijin felt sorry for Fang Deming and tried to cry her heart out again. However, as soon as she took a breath, a violent croaking sound came from her stomach, causing her to faint from the pain and lose her voice.

Qin Weiming got up and left; he didn't want to stay in this stinking house any longer.

As for Fang Yanmei's belongings, Qin Weiming had already packed the most important ones into a small bag, which he could now carry away.

Nothing made Qin Weiming feel more warm than the Hong Kong dollars in his pocket. Although the money was originally earned by Fang Yanmei herself, Qin Weiming risked taking it back and even used drugs. Otherwise, if Qin Meijin and the other two were desperate and tried to attack Fang Yanmei, Qin Weiming was not sure if he, with his father's rudimentary skills, could handle them.

Especially now that Qin Weiming is inside Fang Yanmei's body, and women's bodies are inherently at a disadvantage in terms of strength, Qin Weiming chose to outsmart her.

After leaving, Qin Weiming had already made up his mind to find a place to rent a house and recuperate Fang Yanmei's health. It was only the first day, and he had already run away from home.

Not knowing how many days it would take to get his body back, Qin Weiming couldn't stay in Qin Meijin's house and be at her beck and call, so he used this method to get his money back directly—simple but efficient.

As for how many days Qin Meijin and the others would go through with their diarrhea, Qin Weiming had no idea. He had just given them three large bags of laxatives to enjoy.

If only he had access to a record company, Qin Weiming thought carefully. He just didn't have access to high-level executives. It would be difficult to gain their attention by simply going up and introducing himself on his own. Handing over the song rashly would only harm his own interests.

In any case, now that he has money in his pocket, surviving outside for a while is not a problem. It is impossible for Qin Weiming to run around performing to make money. He is not good at singing. It is only because he came into this body that his body's instincts made his Cantonese level improve by leaps and bounds. But that does not mean that he can instantly learn to sing. There is no such thing as cheating.

Just as Qin Weiming was walking and thinking,

"Amei." A dark figure appeared in the hallway.

The sudden appearance of such a tall, dark figure in the night startled Qin Weiming so much that he almost put his hands on the wall: "What's going on? Brother Kui, you can scare people to death! What are you doing here?"

Once he saw clearly that it was Cheng Kui'an, Qin Weiming finally had the strength to complain; he had been so scared that he had almost lost his soul.

Cheng Kui'an grinned sheepishly, which looked even more terrifying in the dim light. He knew he had frightened Qin Weiming, so he took a step back and said, "I asked around all the way here, but some people were worried that I wasn't a good person and wouldn't tell me where you live. I could only wait in this area of ​​yours and see if I could run into you."

Qin Weiming was somewhat surprised. He hadn't told Cheng Kui'an about his plan tonight, so how could Cheng Kui'an have known in advance that he was waiting here? It was too much of a coincidence to call it a coincidence.