Chapter 39 This is a gift for you
Xie Xun was somewhat baffled, having no idea that the other party had imagined him to be so lofty and superior.
It was still early, and Liu Xiuyuan had just finished making the arrangements when Wen Xubai sent a message saying that he was filming in Hong Kong and had a short break, asking if it would be convenient for Xie Xun to meet at a coffee shop near the film set.
Xie Xun agreed.
Before setting off, Fu Qinghuai glanced disdainfully at the black robe he was wearing that was so out of place in modern times, and used his ghostly power to find another set of clothes in Xie Xun's luggage.
A moment later, a tall man wearing a black hoodie appeared beside Xie Xun.
He managed to make ordinary sportswear look like he was walking a runway, except that his peach blossom eyes were smiling brightly under the hoodie.
Upon meeting Xie Xun's indescribable gaze, Fu Qinghuai not only didn't feel disliked again, but instead put his arm around Xie Xun's waist in front of Master Liu.
"What are you doing, Xunxun? Are you staring at me like a daze again?"
"They're gone."
He slapped away Fu Qinghuai's arm around his waist expressionlessly, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but with a clear rejection, "Don't touch me again outside, behave yourself."
He spoke in a calm tone, nodded to Liu Xiuyuan, and walked towards the door first.
Fu Qinghuai was not annoyed when he was pushed away, and even when he was warned, he just smiled and quickly followed, still sticking close to Xie Xun's side.
The two walked away one after the other.
It took Liu Xiuyuan a while to come to his senses. Looking at Fu Qinghuai's hand tightly gripping Xie Xun's waist, he suddenly gasped.
I see!
That makes sense!
No wonder Xie Xiaoyou exudes an evil aura and possesses such exquisite Taoist skills.
It turns out he was following the path of nourishing yin with yin. Rumor has it that there is a contract used to bind powerful spirits.
A ghost marriage, also known as a yin-yang contract.
Xie Xun, at such a young age, is able to control Fu Qinghuai's terrifying thousand-year-old spirit body, so he must possess a method far superior to ordinary ghost-controlling techniques.
Furthermore, considering Fu Qinghuai's intimacy with Xie Xun that went beyond the norm, this is precisely the kind of behavior that would be expected from a Daoist couple in a ghost marriage.
If it weren't for this, which master would tolerate such a presumptuous act by the Dharma protector?
Young friend Xie made such a sacrifice for the sake of the Great Dao; it is truly admirable!
...
On the way to the coffee shop, Fu Qinghuai was in a good mood. He even imitated the way pedestrians on the street put his arm around Xie Xun's shoulder, acting very nonchalantly.
"Xunxun, look at that, it looks delicious."
Xie Xun followed Fu Qinghuai's gaze and saw Ba Wang Cha Ji.
From a distance, the price of the signature milk tea is clearly visible: eighteen yuan a cup.
He subconsciously touched his phone in his pocket; he didn't have much money left in his WeChat Wallet.
He's been using the money Zhou Wei gave him for lodging and meals these past few days. He still needs to go to the Ghost Market, so he needs to save enough money.
Eighteen yuan, roughly the price he paid for a discounted rice ball at a convenience store on the street last night.
He couldn't bear to part with it.
Moreover, he was quite wary of the curse from the Xie family's unlucky bastards.
Any reward he earns through his own abilities, if used for personal enjoyment, will immediately bring disaster upon him. However, buying life-saving magical artifacts is an exception; that is considered purchasing items and is still within the rules.
The several times his father and he had been in danger before proved this point.
He didn't want to gamble on whether a truck would crash into him the next second just for a cup of milk tea.
"Not thirsty." Xie Xun withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward in a calm tone.
"Yeah?"
Fu Qinghuai didn't let go of his shoulder, but instead leaned close to his ear and chuckled, "Xunxun, are you being so frugal because you're worried about money?"
He could keenly sense Xie Xun's hesitation for that instant.
He clearly wanted to drink it, but because of some fear, he managed to restrain the impulse. He suddenly thought of Xie Xun's paper offering shop, which only gave away paper offerings and never sold them, and the rule that he only accepted gifts and thank-you money, but not payment.
I suddenly felt like laughing.
He naturally knew what cause and effect meant, and could almost imagine how Xie Xun had watched helplessly as everything he desired was thwarted by those constraints, forcing him to let go time and time again.
How pitiful.
Fu Qinghuai's eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle displeasure suddenly rising in his heart. This feeling came abruptly, making him subconsciously want to do something to break free from this unpleasant constraint.
He has always acted as he pleased, and would interfere whenever he didn't like something.
Besides, he really wanted to drink this milk tea.
You have to give up something to gain something.
Fu Qinghuai suddenly spoke, his voice low, interrupting Xie Xun's attempt to leave, "This is a gift from me."
He deliberately emphasized the word "gift," his peach blossom eyes staring directly into Xie Xun's slightly surprised eyes.
"There's no need to be afraid."
These three words, as if carrying immense power, forcefully tore apart the walls of fear and anxiety he had built up over the years.
A strange, bittersweet feeling welled up inside her, and her hands, hanging by her sides, involuntarily clenched the hem of her clothes, her fingertips tingling slightly.
No one had ever spoken to him in that tone before.
It wasn't pity, nor curiosity, but rather an almost arrogant attitude that kicked away the rules that were suffocating him. It was as if, in his eyes, the curse that had plagued the Xie family for years was nothing more than a trivial joke.
Xie Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he almost hastily lowered his eyelashes to avoid Fu Qinghuai's eyes, which seemed to see right through him.
Fu Qinghuai took in his momentary lapse in concentration and smiled with satisfaction.
It seemed like they had taken another step forward; he could hear the heartbeat even from a great distance.
Yes, he liked looking into those eyes that were always full of calculation, and how they would ripple with emotion because of him; they were beautiful.
He should have been proud of it.
This was the result of his meticulously planned strategy to win over Xie Xun, but why... amidst that slight sense of triumph, did his heart also tremble slightly?
"Go inside and look for it. What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
Fu Qinghuai snapped out of his thoughts, naturally took his wrist, and led him to Bawang Chaji, "Two cups of Wanxiang Chunhe, large, with regular sugar and ice."
When the shop assistant announced the price, Xie Xun watched as he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket. That was the money from his haunted house livestream earnings; he hadn't had time to deposit it in the bank yet, it was all in his luggage.
The money that had nearly cost him his life was now being casually handed over by Fu Qinghuai between his fingers.
“You…” Xie Xun’s pupils contracted slightly.
Fu Qinghuai took the change, placed the remaining money in Xie Xun's hand, leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Take this money. It has been touched by my yin energy, so it has passed through the righteous path."
The milk tea was ready in no time.
He inserted the straw into the cup, turned around and handed one of the milk teas to Xie Xun, putting his hand on Xie Xun's shoulder again, as if he would feel uncomfortable if he were separated from him for even a second.
At this moment, Xie Xun no longer showed the same disdain and avoidance towards Fu Qinghuai as before.
He held the ice-cold milk tea, yet the temperature of his fingertips felt incredibly hot. He silently lowered his head and took a sip; the cloying sweetness exploded in his mouth, but it didn't cause any discomfort in the surrounding area.
There was no sudden braking sound, no sound of falling objects in the wind.
Only... the smiling gaze of the evil spirit beside me, and the heart pounding wildly out of control in my chest.
Fu Qinghuai suddenly took a big sip through the straw he had just used, his peach blossom eyes curving into a smile.
"Mmm, it really is sweet."
"..."
Xie Xun immediately looked down. This person clearly had the same milk tea as him, but insisted on drinking his!
He rubbed the straw with a hint of disgust, but the tips of his ears turned red.
This was the first time he had ever drunk milk tea. He had only ever eaten and drunk the things that sustained him since he was a child, and had never drunk milk tea before.
For some reason, Xie Xun suddenly felt his cheeks burning, and he lowered his eyes somewhat awkwardly to focus on drinking his milk tea.
...
Half an hour later, in the corner booth of the coffee shop.
When Wen Xubai took off his mask, revealing his handsome face that was still undeniably handsome even when he looked haggard, and greeted Xie Xun in a low voice, his gaze naturally fell on the man with a very strong presence beside Xie Xun.
"Mr. Xie, who is this...?"
Wen Xubai asked hesitantly, because Fu Qinghuai's temperament was too unique, unlike that of an ordinary assistant or bodyguard.
Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghuai mimicked the self-introduction of Wen Xubai's assistant, gave a lukewarm smile, and raised his eyes to say, "I am naturally Xunxun's assistant, and my surname is Fu."
He emphasized the word "Xunxun" in a close and possessive tone.
Wen Xubai was slightly taken aback by Xie Xun's call of "Xunxun," but seeing that Xie Xun did not object, he suppressed his doubts, nodded politely, and greeted Fu Qinghuai, "Hello, Assistant Fu."
Xie Xun was too lazy to correct him and tacitly accepted this identity.
After Wen Xubai's assistant cleared the room, he began to explain his situation, and his condition was visibly poor.
Xie Xun silently observed the person in front of him.
Dark circles under the eyes, bloodshot eyes, obvious bluish-black discoloration between the eyebrows, and the look of someone whose energy and spirit have been completely exhausted.
Even though he had excellent bone structure and possessed a gentle and handsome appearance with a scholarly air, he seemed to be shrouded in gloom at this moment.
"...Lately I've been feeling very tired and can't sleep well. It feels like something is pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe."
Wen Xubai unconsciously stroked his coffee cup, his tone weary, "Strange things often happen on set. Today I almost fell while suspended by wires, three meters in the air. Luckily, the staff were quick-witted and nimble, otherwise my legs would probably be ruined."
Xie Xun listened quietly, his brows furrowed.
Fu Qinghuai leaned back lazily in the VIP seat, his eyes under the brim of his hat openly scrutinizing Wen Xubai.
After a while, he tapped his fingertips lightly on the table.
"Is the steel wire used for stunts blackened at the broken ends, and does it smell like rust mixed with a dead rat?"
Fu Qinghuai chuckled softly at his sudden change in expression, "Looks like someone's keeping a ghost inside you~"
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