Chapter 243 More Business

Mrs. Song took the brocade pouch and touched it carefully before handing it to Mrs. Jiang beside her: "Take a look."

"this……"

Mrs. Jiang didn't understand Mrs. Song's intentions at first, but when she opened the brocade pouch at Mrs. Song's prompting and saw the black ash inside, her expression changed.

“This was a gift from a young girl at an auction we attended. She wished us a long and happy life together.”

As Mrs. Song recalled the scene, she became increasingly convinced that it was probably not a coincidence.

"At the time, Lao Song and I didn't think much about what she meant by those words. We just thought that it was a kind gesture from the young girl, and she had said so many auspicious words. It would seem a bit wrong not to accept them, so we told Lao Song to accept them. Now that I think about it, that girl probably already knew we were in danger, which is why she gave us this gift, just to save our lives at this time."

"Yes, yes, I thought this brocade pouch was too pretty with its colorful design, but my wife said it was a thoughtful gift and that it might be a treasure, so I kept it safe. I thought, what kind of treasure looks like this? So I just stuffed it in my pocket. Today, I took her out to buy clothes, and we were in a hurry when we left, so I just grabbed a coat from the chair. I didn't expect to get this one."

"Luckily you took this one, otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it back today."

Mrs. Song grasped Mrs. Jiang's hand, her face turning pale as if she had just remembered something: "You don't know, when Old Song and I finally managed to climb out of the car and tried to swim to the surface, our feet... suddenly felt like they were tripped by something."

"Yes, yes, I thought it was just water plants in the river. I looked down and stared at it for a while, but there was nothing there. But our bodies just kept getting heavier and heavier, like... like someone was pulling us down from below."

As Old Song finished speaking, he hurriedly grabbed Mrs. Song's hand, as if only in this way could they confirm that they were still alive.

"When we were about to despair, this magic bag saved us."

The chill of being surrounded by the river and the terrible suffocating feeling from the pressure on their lungs seemed to linger in their bones, so much so that at first they even thought that everything happening underwater was a hallucination before they died.

The sudden burst of golden light from the pocket, the chilling screams from beside their ears, the sudden release of their legs, and the bubbles that suddenly enveloped their heads, providing them with oxygen.

Everything was so bizarre.

But what truly confirmed for them that this was not just their imagination was...

“Look at this…” Mrs. Song lifted the hem of her skirt, letting Mrs. Jiang proudly see her ankles.

"This is..." Mrs. Jiang was so frightened that she almost screamed on the spot.

Hidden beneath the skirt, at the ankle, was a vivid, dark five-finger mark. Just by looking at the depth of the mark, one could imagine how forcefully that terrifying thing had gripped them.

“Old Song has some too.” Mrs. Song lowered her skirt again, slightly apologetic. “Did I scare you? This does sound quite outrageous, you don’t believe me, but…”

"No, no, no, I believe it, I believe it."

Mrs. Jiang suddenly asked, "You just said that the girl you met at the auction, do you remember what she looked like? Was she around twenty years old, with big eyes, double eyelids, and pretty features, and long, straight, black hair? Something like that."

Mrs. Jiang gestured a rough estimate of the length and looked at the two of them for their opinion.

“This…” The couple exchanged a glance and said regretfully, “That auction was rather unusual. Most of the people who attended wore masks, and that girl was no exception. We didn’t see her face and don’t know what she looks like, but from her voice, she seemed to be a rather young girl. Also, she didn’t have straight hair; she had curly hair.”

Hearing the last sentence, Mrs. Jiang was somewhat disappointed: "Then maybe I was wrong, it shouldn't be her."

"she?"

“My eldest son knows a minor celebrity, who is also a master.” Mrs. Jiang became a little excited when she talked about this. “You should know that my youngest son has been found.”

Mrs. Song smiled, clearly happy for her younger sister: "Yes, you mentioned it to me before. I even said I wanted to meet her, but I haven't been able to yet."

“I didn’t really believe in these things before, until one day my eldest son suddenly ran back and said that there was a very powerful master in the film crew where he was filming. He was very accurate in telling fortunes. He could even tell where there would be a landslide and whether a girl was pregnant or not.”

"My eldest son saw how accurate her predictions were, so he asked her to help him find out where my youngest son was. She didn't say anything about my youngest son's current situation, where he is, or what he looks like. She just told us to go to the airport at a certain time on a certain day and said that we would know who my youngest son was as soon as we met him."

Mrs. Song looked surprised, and Mr. Song couldn't help but frown, clearly finding the matter too unbelievable, as if it were a scam.

Mrs. Jiang saw through their thoughts at a glance and chuckled, "At first I thought it was outrageous, but I really missed my son. I've been disappointed too many times over the years, so one more time won't make a difference. I went with my husband with some skepticism, and I didn't expect her to be right."

"Did you really guess right?"

"Yes, that kid is now a coach for some e-sports team. He's been busy leading his team to competitions all over the world these past few months. The day he came back with the team, I knew he was my son as soon as I got off the plane. He looks almost exactly like my dad, his maternal grandfather, when he was young."

"This...this is too amazing."

“Who says otherwise?” Mrs. Jiang spoke of her son with great enthusiasm, and even comforted Mrs. Song, “So many things in this world are inexplicable, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. It’s just that we are ignorant.”

"The girl who gave you the brocade pouch is definitely not simple. But since she was wearing a mask, she probably doesn't want anyone to know her identity, so it's not a good time for you to look for her now. This handprint looks pretty creepy, so maybe you should have someone take another look, just in case."

Mrs. Song was somewhat tempted, especially after she got ashore and saw that the contents of the brocade pouch had turned to ash, which made her uneasy.

“What you said makes sense. We still need to find someone to take another look. That girl you mentioned who helped you find your son…”

Ye Wanxi had no idea that her regular customers were urging her potential customers to become her new customers.

It was clear that Xiao Yuti was quite anxious. She said she wanted to come over, and the next day, just as dawn broke, she brought people to find Ye Wanxi.

Ye Wanxi came downstairs yawning, and her eyes narrowed when she saw Xiao Yuti and the person of the same age following behind her.

(End of this chapter)