Chapter 98. He Zhao's proud demeanor clearly said: What nonsense are you thinking? How could I possibly...
He Zhao's proud demeanor clearly conveyed: What nonsense are you thinking? How could I possibly fail in my confession? I definitely succeeded, okay? Sister Qiao and I are mutually attracted, and as soon as I stepped in, didn't Sister Qiao immediately agree?
The way she held her chin up so high was infuriating.
The sutured water ghost was the first to object: "No, then what was with that bitter and resentful look you were giving us? Were you putting on an act? Are you kidding us?"
The Mud Demon's trident also pushed upwards: "That's right! You're kidding us! You clearly succeeded, but you insist on pretending you didn't!"
Even the tall, composed ghost shook his head: "That's not good."
Only the old woman didn't mind He Zhao playing tricks on them at all. Instead, she breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, the boss won't be kicked out."
Wang Yu was also very happy: "That's great! I knew there was nothing wrong with my setup. Senior Qiao will definitely be very moved when he sees the scene. It's all thanks to me! Boss, you have to remember me for this great contribution. I'm the matchmaker between you and Senior Qiao!"
Actually, Wang Yu could indeed be considered a matchmaker. After all, it was Wang Yu who pointed out to He Zhao that Qiao Yanyu wasn't entirely unintentional towards her and had a budding affection for her. If that weren't the case, He Zhao would definitely have kept his feelings to himself, silently hiding them in his heart, and who knows how long it would have taken before he mentioned them to Qiao Yanyu.
It was also Wang Yu who, almost like forcing a duck onto a shelf, made He Zhao confess his feelings to Qiao Yanyu, and in the end, the two got together.
But the thought of Wang Yu's arrangement in the living room, and how he himself had spent ages tidying up after dinner, made He Zhao's teeth itch with hatred. If Wang Yu hadn't brought it up, it wouldn't have been a problem, but once it was mentioned, He Zhao couldn't hold back.
She snorted coldly and launched into a tirade against Wang Yu: "How dare you say that? What kind of decorations did you create? Only those in the know can tell you've set up a confession scene; anyone who doesn't would think they've walked into some trendy Instagram-worthy cafe. Seriously, I'm not trying to be mean, but you really don't understand Sister Qiao. Sister Qiao is such a cool and edgy girl, how could she possibly like all that pink and girly stuff! You clearly decorated the room according to your own preferences!"
Wow, you're such a good piece of barbecued pork!
As He Zhao continued to hurl insults, her own accent emerged, revealing a sarcastic and biting tone that was difficult for people from other regions to replicate. Wang Yu lowered her head, as He Zhao's words made her realize that Qiao Yanyu was indeed not the type to like pastel colors.
Perhaps Qiao Yanyu would prefer it without any decorations.
However, her contributions absolutely could not be erased so easily! So Wang Yu braced herself and began to retort: "But Senior Qiao also agreed, so even if I didn't make any great contributions, I still put in a lot of effort! How can you say that about me!"
Seeing that Wang Yu was about to cry, He Zhao paused for a moment and could only say, "Alright, alright, I'll give you credit for this."
This made Wang Yu laugh.
After that, the guests all started congratulating He Zhao, which made her extremely happy. She even waved her hand and said, "We're having a promotion today, buy one get one free!"
"Such a good thing?!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the clever customers began scrambling for seats. There were only three seats, but many ghosts. The old woman was old and didn't have much yin energy, so she was one of the weaker ghosts and naturally couldn't compete with the other ghosts. She could only obediently go to the back of the line.
He Zhao saw this and immediately started yelling: "Wow, you guys don't even know how to respect the elderly and care for the young now that you're ghosts? You actually made the old lady stand in the back while you lined up in front, you're really something else!"
Among the ghosts hogging the seats, the tall one was the most composed. It stood up and gave its seat to the old lady, thus ending its own queue at the very back. Seeing that most of its regular customers had arrived, He Zhao said, "I've changed my stall hours. From now on, I'll close at 3 PM. Don't come late, or you won't even be able to see the stall."
"Okay, I understand."
He Zhao was indeed generous today, and she kept her promise to offer one free. Even some customers who didn't know much about her and Qiao Yanyu's relationship remarked, "People in love are just different. They're usually so stingy, but today they're being so generous."
"Just eat your food, stop talking."
One by one, the customers finished eating and left. The tall guy finally sat down, still with a bowl of extra spicy rice and a bowl of regular white rice. Only after most of the other customers had left did he sigh and speak: "Boss, there's something I'd like to ask you."
He Zhao and Wang Yu exchanged a glance. Needless to say, they both knew that this matter was probably related to the tall man's wife.
Sure enough, after He Zhao said "You say," the tall man said, "I want you to help me find my wife. I want to know how my wife and children are doing now. If... if it's possible, I'd like to see them."
"Well, it's not that I absolutely have to see them. I know that someone like me who has become a ghost is naturally different from a human. Besides, if I have too much contact with them, my wife might be infected by their yin energy, or even catch a cold or fever. So, I just want to see them from afar, to know if they are doing well, and that will be enough for me."
Afraid that He Zhao would refuse, it didn't stop and said a long speech: "I was a terrible person when I was alive. I always neglected them and made them suffer with me. It's been so long since I died that I only remembered them. I'm sorry to them. But just one look, just one look... If it really doesn't work, boss, you can take some photos and videos and show them to me."
In response to the tall man's words, He Zhao replied directly, "That won't work."
The tall man paused for a moment, then lowered his head in defeat. His massive, fleshy body seemed to shrink slightly. He had actually prepared himself for He Zhao's rejection, but the actual rejection still left him heartbroken.
But it also knew that helping him was a favor, and not helping him was its right, and it couldn't force He Zhao to do anything.
The next moment, He Zhao said, "What are you thinking? How could I go and take photos and videos of them? That's taking pictures without permission and infringing on their portrait rights. You're asking me to do something like that, aren't you asking me to break the law? You shouldn't have such thoughts. You should put them away as soon as possible."
The tall man paused for a moment, then understood He Zhao's implied meaning, and was overjoyed for a moment: "Then, boss, what do you mean?"
"I'll think of a way to let you see your wife and children from afar. But you really can't bother them. You know you're a ghost, and getting too close to them will only make them uncomfortable."
The tall guy immediately started pecking at the rice like a chick, responding several times in a row.
He Zhao added, "But I definitely won't let you see me so soon. I've been very busy lately." She looked at Wang Yu, who nodded in agreement. "Yes, Hua Hua and Lin Gao are going to be executed. This matter is related to the boss and also to the suture thread water ghost. You know, we have to send the suture thread water ghost to be reincarnated first. Only after we've finished all that can we come and take care of your business."
The tall man nodded, clearly understanding as well.
He Zhao continued, "Of course, it's not like we'll just put your affairs aside. We can also help you with your affairs, for example, by finding you a wife and bringing back some news. Okay, now tell us, what's your wife's or your own name?"
If this question isn't answered, things will be quite difficult to proceed. The tall creature's current appearance is quite different from its previous form, and it lacks other obvious features. Even now, Qiao Yanyu and Wang Yu haven't been able to figure out who it was in the past.
Since the tall guy has already remembered a lot, the most direct way is to ask him directly.
But... the ghost, whose mind was preoccupied with his wife and children, scratched his head when faced with this question, and finally said somewhat embarrassedly, "Sorry, I forgot."
He Zhao was puzzled. It had remembered so much, yet it couldn't even remember its name? She looked at Wang Yu in disbelief, but Wang Yu replied, "The recovery of a ghost's memory is quite neurotic. Before it remembers everything, it's possible that it can remember anything. So it's also possible that it doesn't remember its name."
He Zhao understood and turned to look at the tall man: "Then what do you remember?"
"I remember my wife's face!"
"That's enough."
Wang Yu said something, then took out her phone and called the forensic artist at the police station. It was the middle of the night, and it took her a while to get a reply. The other person was very rude: "What is it? Why are you calling me so late? Can't we talk about it at the station tomorrow?"
Many public officials are on call 24 hours a day, such as Qiao Yanyu and Wang Yu, but this absolutely does not include forensic artists. Unless it is a particularly urgent situation, they do have the right to go to the bureau to work the next morning.
Wang Yu wasn't angry even after being scolded: "The matter is urgent."
The person on the other end of the phone was fully awake and replied, "Okay, are you at the station? I'm coming over now."
"No, how about this, can we do a video call? You can draw it based on the video."
"Alright."
The other end of the phone hung up, and a moment later replied with a message: Let's begin.
After the video call connected, the forensic artist saw a huge mountain of flesh, clearly not human. She couldn't contain her anger any longer: "Wang Yu! Next time, can't you tell the other person it's a ghost earlier?!"
"Hehe, I forgot."
After a long video call with the tall man, and just as He Zhao was about to pack up and go home, the forensic artist finally finished drawing the portrait of the tall man's wife. A while later, she sent a high-resolution image to Wang Yu. After Wang Yu showed it to the tall man, he hugged his phone and almost cried: "Yes, yes, yes, this is my wife! Thank you so much, thank you so much..."
It thanked him repeatedly, but He Zhao didn't want to hear anymore. He was getting in the way of the tall guy's wife, preventing him from going home to see her. He Zhao raised his foot and kicked the tall guy, but the kick felt nothing. Looking down, it saw He Zhao angrily saying, "Alright, we'll find you a wife. Now get out of my stall right now, I'm going home to find my wife too!"
"good……"
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