Chapter 129 Qiao Yanyu currently gives off the impression of being a very gentle person, because she is sitting in a wheelchair...
Qiao Yanyu gives people the impression of being a very gentle person. Because she is in a wheelchair, she seems like a vulnerable person who is easy to talk to.
But Qiao Yanyu wasn't the type to be easily manipulated. She shook her head directly: "No, it's too expensive." Actually, Qiao Yanyu herself didn't think it was expensive. She earned a lot of money, and her savings were plentiful. A mere three hundred yuan might not even buy her a single part for her beloved car.
Qiao Yanyu, however, would absolutely not stand on the opposite side from He Zhao in such matters. Although Qiao Yanyu had never been in a relationship, her phone had been frequently receiving notifications lately. For example, there were messages about two best friends going out, one arguing with a shopkeeper while the other tried to smooth things over, and even the comments section was criticizing the person who tried to smooth things over.
Many people then gave examples, saying that the most detestable people in close relationships are those who cannot stand with them.
Qiao Yanyu hasn't yet encountered a situation where she and He Zhao are on opposing sides, but she deeply agrees and knows that she must stand with He Zhao in this situation.
Sure enough, upon hearing Qiao Yanyu say the same thing as her, He Zhao's initial annoyance at the handmade spicy snack assassin instantly improved. She slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
He Zhao even stood in front of Qiao Yanyu, hands on his hips, and said, "No, I don't want it. What good family prices their tea by the ounce? Do you think you're selling tea? Why don't you just price it by the gram like gold? That would be more convincing. Anyway, I don't want it, and that's it."
After He Zhao finished speaking, he ignored the shop assistant and simply pushed Qiao Yanyu away. As it turned out, there would be no consequences for doing so; the shop assistant wouldn't abandon his own store and chase after them.
Many times, people still fall for these kinds of assassins. Most of the time, the person who buys the assassin feels embarrassed and thinks it would be shameful not to buy it, so they suffer in silence and end up buying the assassin.
But He Zhao is the kind of person who would try to take advantage of someone; there's no way you can.
Back home, He Zhao prepared rice for his evening stall, then rested for a while before heading out.
When they arrived at their stall location, just like before, customers arrived before they even set up. It was... that little ghost child who had come by yesterday. She stood there, looking quite eye-catching in her white dress.
The main problem is that a child wandering around outside alone at this time of day is enough to make anyone scream.
He Zhao was also a little confused: "You're here so early?"
The little ghost, however, answered irrelevantly: "Delicious, delicious!"
It would probably take some time before they could communicate smoothly with this child ghost. He Zhao set up his stall and even arranged seats. As soon as he finished, the child ghost climbed up the chair, so He Zhao had to add a small stool before the child ghost could sit down.
The little ghost was quite happy. He sat on the stool, his hands gripping the table, and his first words were: "I want some food!"
He Zhao looked left and right, but apart from the child ghost, there was no other figure; the mud ghost was nowhere to be seen. So He Zhao posed a soul-searching question: "My rice costs ten ghost coins a bowl, do you have the money?"
He Zhao figured that most ghosts were probably rich. Even the old woman could pull out some ghost money from her pocket when she first arrived, so there was no reason why the child ghost wouldn't have any. Qiao Yanyu and the others in the Countermeasures Bureau must have studied ghost money. He Zhao didn't understand what it was, but he guessed that it was mostly formed from condensed yin energy, so the more powerful the ghost, the more ghost money it had.
It's impossible for a living person to do, but it should be an easy task for a ghost to take it out.
But the little ghost tilted its head, seemingly not understanding what He Zhao was talking about: "What are ghost money?"
He Zhao's eyelids twitched. If it were any other ghost asking this question, He Zhao would definitely think that the other party was trying to dine and dash. At this point, he would have called Qiao Yanyu to go and catch this shameless ghost.
The person asking this question looks like a child. If their intelligence is truly that of a child, it's normal that they don't know what "money" is. However, even if the little girl truly doesn't know what money is and can't give it any, He Zhao wouldn't give it money to eat for free.
He Zhao didn't do this yesterday, and it's even less likely she will today. She's not the type to be a sucker; she wouldn't do something that loses her money. Besides, He Zhao still owes the system money. She hasn't finished paying off the ghost money she owed before, and coupled with her inconsistent behavior of suddenly not showing up at her stall, the repayment date seems even more distant.
Even though He Zhao was shameless, she couldn't bring herself to keep owing money all the time when faced with a system that she could manipulate at will.
Besides, it's easy to borrow again if you repay what you borrow. What if Sister Qiao needs his help to borrow money to get things done later? If he hasn't paid back this money, He Zhao won't be able to ask for money again in the future. So, no matter what, He Zhao can't let the child eat for free.
The little devil, however, couldn't sense He Zhao's "spicy heart," and just kept whining, "Auntie, Auntie, I want to eat, please give me some food."
The veins on He Zhao's forehead were practically bulging. Her resolve to never give the child the ghost rice only hardened: "You brat, what are you calling 'Auntie'? Who's the auntie here?! This is too much!"
He Zhao was furious at being addressed like that. How old was she? She was only in her early twenties. How could she be someone's aunt? Luckily, she was referring to herself as her aunt. If she had called Qiao Yanyu her aunt, He Zhao would have been even angrier.
She gritted her teeth and quickly refused the child: "No, you can't eat if you don't have money. Don't pretend to be innocent and weak, that trick won't work on me. Besides, kids these days are all very clever for their age. Even if you look that big, you should know what money is for at your age."
Upon hearing He Zhao's "cold-blooded" remarks, the child ghost turned to look at Qiao Yanyu. He Zhao was puzzled; why did everyone seem to think Qiao Yanyu was so easy to talk to? He Zhao knew Qiao Yanyu; in reality, Qiao Yanyu was even more hard-hearted than himself.
She was definitely not the kind of person who would change her mind with a few kind words, much less plead with He Zhao to be gentler because of what others said. To be honest, Qiao Yanyu, with her far richer experience and understanding of the world than He Zhao, would remain steadfast no matter who she faced or what situation she was in.
Take Hua Hua's case as an example. He Zhao was somewhat moved by Hua Hua's tragic experience and thought that Hua Hua should experience at least one or two happy things in its remaining limited life. But Qiao Yanyu was completely unmoved. She had seen even more tragic things, so why would she plead for a child?
Regardless of whether this child ghost is actually a child or not, even if a genuine child ghost stood in front of Qiao Yanyu, she wouldn't even flinch.
So when the little ghost looked at Qiao Yanyu and barely managed to utter a single word, "Auntie," Qiao Yanyu immediately refused: "No." She was decisive and straightforward, without any hesitation or explanation like He Zhao. For her, no meant no.
The little ghost's mouth was pursed, as if it had suffered a great injustice, looking pitiful.
He Zhao, on the other hand, was somewhat angry.
Calling himself "auntie" is one thing, but calling Qiao Yanyu "auntie" is another! This kid has no manners at all; he doesn't even know how to say something nice, like "pretty sister," to win someone over. However, Qiao Yanyu's straightforward refusal, which left the kid looking so aggrieved, actually made He Zhao feel quite pleased.
You're just spouting nonsense; no one will listen to you!
However, children, whether human or ghost, can be equally annoying at times. One second you can communicate peacefully, and the next they start screaming and wailing. Yes, the child ghost cried. Its mouth was wide open, and the same white stuff as last night fell from its face like snowflakes, while an astonishing noise erupted from its mouth.
"Waaaaah, Auntie is so mean! She won't even let me eat! Bad Auntie, bad Auntie! I hate you all!"
Kids are like that, they can switch between angel and devil in an instant. When they're well-behaved, they're incredibly adorable, but once they switch to devil mode, they become like this. And the ghost's voice was even more penetrating than He Zhao had imagined; when it howled, it almost hurt He Zhao's eardrums.
She instinctively reached out to cover her ears, but the sound still penetrated her palms, making her head ache.
He Zhao wanted to shout, "Stop howling!" but before he could finish, he realized the child ghost's mouth was being pinched shut. Qiao Yanyu had somehow tossed a coin into the water, and two soldier figures appeared on either side of the child ghost. One of them reached out and pinched the child ghost's mouth shut with a gesture similar to an OK sign.
At that moment, the whole world fell silent.
The little ghost was still a bit unwilling, and its mouth kept moving, making some "abba aba" sounds, which looked quite funny.
He Zhao chuckled at the child's mischievous antics: "Still howling?"
The child ghost shook its head. He Zhao glanced at Qiao Yanyu, who nodded, and the soldier released the child ghost. The child ghost indeed stopped howling, but it didn't intend to let He Zhao and the other person go. It changed its previous strategy and sat there silently shedding tears. However, what fell were not tears, but the same kind of snowflake fragments as before. This time, however, they didn't fall from its face, but from its eye sockets.
"You're all bad aunties!" Its pitiful appearance would likely make any girl with overflowing maternal love feel sorry for it and hug it to comfort it—provided, of course, that she could ignore its constantly cracked face.
However, He Zhao had absolutely no maternal love.
He Zhao is a lesbian. From the moment she found out she was a lesbian, she knew she would never have children. She never intended to be a mother, so she had no concept of maternal love. Moreover, she disliked children, especially those of her relatives, from a young age.
In their area, the preference for sons is extremely strong. Since their family only has one daughter, even their relatives think that their family's property will be left unattended and might end up in their own hands. Even the children think this way.
She picked at her ear: "So what if it's broken? Hehehe."
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