Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 192: Whose Legacy to Inherit_1

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Whose Legacy to Inherit_1

"But now, thanks to you, Bao’er, our family is living a life like a dream. Not to mention music classes, we could even afford to study abroad!"

"Bao’er, you really are so capable! No wonder Auntie treasures you so much. If I ever have a daughter like you, I’ll spoil her rotten." She couldn’t help but pinch Xia Ningxing’s soft, delicate, and refined cheeks.

"By the way, Bao’er, what is your dream?" She chattered on, asking non-stop.

Without thinking, Xia Ningxing blurted out, "My dream, ah, is to inherit a huge fortune..."

"Ah?" Upon hearing this, Lin Jiajia froze, her pretty little face filled with astonishment.

Wait, she knew every word she said, but why couldn’t she understand them when they were strung together?

What huge fortune?

And whose fortune is it?

"Cough cough, it’s nothing, it’s nothing." Xia Ningxing came back to her senses, not expecting to have said that out loud. She quickly covered her mouth and changed the subject:

"Hey, sister, since you want to be a pop star, rather than signing with another company, you should sign with mine! I’ll definitely find you the top music producer in the industry when the time comes, and pour a heap of resources into you!"

"What do you think?"

Xia Ningxing didn’t want to take advantage of her cousin, but then again, she thought about the entertainment company her cousin would sign with in the future, how they would exploit her and how there were so many scheming people. It didn’t seem suitable for someone with her cousin’s pure nature.

It would be better if she came to her, where she, as the big boss, would protect her.

However, Xia Ningxing thought of another point: "Of course, you could also ask your uncle to sponsor you in opening your own music company."

"No, no, I don’t want to run any music company. I’m not cut out for management." As soon as she heard this, Lin Jiajia got scared and shook her head quickly, but then smiled and stroked her head, saying, "In the future, I’ll just go to your place, Bao’er."

She didn’t have grand ambitions; she just wanted to sing well.

"Then it’s settled. You’ll come to my company. But words alone are not proof. Let’s draw up a contract!" Xia Ningxing rubbed her hands together, visibly excited.

She had roped in another big shot!

Oh! She couldn’t be happier!

"What’s the matter, you think your sister would cheat you?" Hearing this, Lin Jiajia jabbed her in the nose, not too pleased, but eventually, she still signed a contract.

As Xia Ningxing put away the document, her eyes flashed with a new thought: "Oh right, sister, there’s something else I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Lin Jiajia asked, her face full of curiosity.

Xia Ningxing suddenly sat up, crossed her little arms, and gave her a preventive warning, "Sister, you must never fall for Lu Tingli."

Because he was destined to die young.

The thought alone dimmed Xia Ningxing’s eyes. She could prevent many things, but not the fate of the male lead being killed off by the author.

And in this life, Lin Jiajia definitely wouldn’t commit suicide again, but if she fell for the male lead, how heartbroken she would be when he died.

She didn’t want her cousin to go through men-induced despair again.

"Ah? Lu Tingli?" When she heard the name, Lin Jiajia felt it sounded somewhat familiar. She frowned in thought, and finally, it clicked, "You’re talking about the grandson of the family behind ours?"

Mrs. Xia and Mrs. Lu’s maternal homes were back-to-back.

So the household behind Grandma’s house was Lu Tingli’s maternal grandmother’s.

"Right, that’s him!" Xia Ningxing nodded.

Seeing her look of concern, Lin Jiajia couldn’t help but feel speechless, "Sis, I don’t like guys younger than me."

"Plus, I wouldn’t like him. I’ve hardly spoken two words to him." Lin Jiajia found the whole idea absurd.

The book didn’t make it clear, but Lin Jiajia didn’t actually like the male lead. She only admired his exceptional capability and saw him as the light in her world, not in a romantic sense.

"You little girl, stop letting your imagination run wild." Lin Jiajia couldn’t help but tap her on the head.

"Alright then." Xia Ningxing didn’t persist with the subject.