Chapter 15: What a Coincidence (Second Update)
Ying Xing and Ying Yu had returned to their normal selves, allowing Ying Shu to take Xixi to the hospital for treatment without worry. By chance, they encountered colleagues of Xixi’s parents who had come to visit her.
Upon learning that Xixi had been abused by her grandmother, they were filled with anger and guilt. If only they had taken the time to visit her earlier, this tragedy might have been avoided. They regretted having to find out about the situation from colleagues in other departments only after the fact.
In the end, they handed over condolence money to Ying Shu, entrusting her to take care of Xixi.
After the colleagues left, Ying Shu received a call from Qian Qian.
“Ying Shu, I’ve found a major buyer interested in the goods you sold me earlier. I’ll transfer the money to you shortly. Also, the buyer asked if you have any other ancestral treasures to sell, and whether you could bring them to his auction house for sale.”
Ying Shu asked, “Can he be trusted?”
Qian Qian reassured her, “Yes. Everyone in our line of work has business dealings with him. He’s extremely trustworthy. Selling your items through auction will only bring you more profit.”
After Qian Qian’s repeated assurances, he hung up. Three minutes later, 1.5 million was transferred into her account.
He didn’t deduct the 5,000 yuan he had lent her before, treating it as a token of gratitude for allowing him to make a small profit.
Once Xixi’s treatment was complete, Ying Shu returned home and brought the gold and silver jewelry Cheng Shan had given her to Qian Qian’s shop.
Qian Qian’s eyes widened as he looked at the full box of gold and silver treasures. “This much? You didn’t bring all your family heirlooms, did you?”
“This isn’t even that much. There might be more in the future.”
Ying Shu wasn’t ready to guarantee whether she would or wouldn’t bring back more treasures from other worlds, so she left it open-ended.
“You have other family heirlooms?”
Qian Qian was so envious he could barely contain it.
“Yes,” Ying Shu smiled. “If I ever need money, I’ll come to you to exchange them.”
“Don’t forget what you just said today,” Qian Qian warned.
After inspecting all the jewelry, he continued, “Once the auction succeeds, the auction house will charge a 10% commission, and I’ll take a 1% brokerage fee. You don’t mind, do you? If not, I’ll handle everything on your behalf.”
Ying Shu naturally had no objections.
After leaving the pawnshop and arriving at her doorstep, she saw Peng Zhengqi and his parents carrying several large bags of fruit to thank her for clearing Peng Zhengqi’s name.
[Notification—Clearing Peng Zhengqi’s name: Rewarded 3,000 merits and 3,000 points. Employee: Would you like to enter the lottery for an upgrade?]
At the sound of the system’s voice, surprise and confusion flickered across Ying Shu’s eyes.
She had merely helped clear Peng Zhengqi’s name, yet the merits and points she earned were even greater than those from completing Cheng Shan’s task.
Could it be the difference between assisting and personally helping?
What surprised her further was that Peng Zhengqi and his family seemed unable to hear the system’s voice.
Peng Zhengqi’s parents sincerely expressed their gratitude, after which Ying Shu saw Elder Peng slowly approach, a complex expression on his face.
He cleared his throat softly. “Ying Shu, thank you.”
“It was just a small favor. You don’t need to be so formal,” Ying Shu replied.
Such solemn thanks made her feel rather uncomfortable.
“I didn’t come just to thank you, but also to apologize. I used to harbor prejudice against your family and said many harsh things. I don’t ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you can accept my apology.”
Ying Shu was speechless.
Though she was accustomed to being shunned by others, what stung most was that when her family was at their lowest, no one lent a hand—and worse, they spoke ill of them. She had no desire to forgive or accept his apology.
Yet, her clairvoyant gaze detected no deceit in his words; it was clear he was sincere. So for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.
Seeing her silence, Elder Peng’s son spoke to ease the awkwardness, “Time flies. It’s almost time to cook dinner, so we won’t keep you any longer.”
Elder Peng, who had been about to say more, shut his mouth and left with his son.
Ying Shu wanted to ask them to take the fruit back, but the more she called, the faster they walked away. She gave up.
Just as she was about to close the door, she heard someone exclaim in surprise, “Ying Shu?”
Looking up, she saw two men approaching. She immediately recognized them as Wu Ling and Feng Ye, whom she had met at Cheng Shan’s home.
She greeted them, “Feng Ye, Wu Ling, what are you doing here?”
Feng Ye smiled faintly. “We wanted to buy some joss paper for the Ghost Festival. Didn’t expect to run into you here—what a coincidence.”
No sooner had he spoken than she heard Wu Ling’s thoughts.
[They specifically came to inquire about the elixir, so where’s the coincidence?]
Ying Shu was speechless.