Chapter 39
The night was deep and the hotel suite was silent, with only the sound of their two people's steady breathing remaining.
However, in this dimension that mortals cannot see, two uninvited guests are quietly standing in the room.
The judge stood solemnly, his face as calm as an eternally cold pond, without a single ripple. Only his slightly furrowed brows revealed a hidden solemnity in his heart.
Beside him, UU was floating in the air, her two small hands clasped across her chest, her crystal clear eyes blinking as she looked at the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed, muttering softly, "Tsk tsk, is this considered... being saved?" She couldn't intervene directly in human affairs, so in desperation, she could only invite the judge.
The judge's profound gaze did not linger on the surface. What he saw was the light of the soul that ordinary people could not see.
However, the scene that came into his eyes at this moment caused ripples in his calm heart.
There was a faint black aura entwined around Song Shiyu's soul, which was a sign that only people who were nearing the end of their lifespan would experience.
But when he looked at Ji Zhiqi, Ji Zhiqi's soul had almost been completely enveloped by the thick black air, and it was dead silent, clearly a sign of exhaustion.
The judge stretched out his slender fingers, with a faint and mysterious light lingering on his fingertips. With a light tap, two souls were quietly led out.
The next moment, something shocking happened - the two souls, one still alive and the other dying, slowly approached each other like magnets attracting each other, and finally merged into one.
What is even more amazing is that the fused soul is no longer a lifeless black, but gradually transforms into a vibrant, fiery and dazzling red!
The judge's pupils suddenly contracted, and a glimmer of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He slowly turned to UU and said in a low and authoritative voice, "The last time you left your post and went back to investigate the 'wish making' matter, was it because of Song Jiu?"
UU shrank back and nodded timidly, "Yes."
"What price will be paid if the power of wishing is not used for oneself?" The judge's voice was emotionless, but it carried an invisible pressure.
UU's little head drooped even lower. She didn't dare to make a sound. She just nodded vigorously, looking pitiful and aggrieved.
The judge stared at the two people leaning against each other on the bed, his eyes as dark as the night.
He already understood.
With Song Jiu's stubborn personality, he might have already done something to change his fate for the sake of Ji Zhiqi, whose soul was connected to his. UU's investigation into the price of the wish was undoubtedly to prevent or make up for it.
In the end, he just sighed, his tone was still cold, but with a hint of subtle complexity: "Don't waste any more time. Seize the opportunity to gain experience, this kind of opportunity is not available to everyone." Before he finished speaking, he waved his wide sleeves, and his figure disappeared like green smoke.
UU hung his head and floated dejectedly to the window, pressing his small body against the cold glass. His little hands rubbed it up and down unconsciously, as if wiping away invisible dust, or feeling powerless for a fate that could not be changed.
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Ji Zhiqi got up quietly early.
Today is the day of the official recording of the show, and he must be there.
Before leaving, he gazed at Song Shiyu's sleeping face, with unmeltable love and worry in his eyes. He gently tucked the corners of the quilt for him before leaving silently.
Song Shiyu woke up slowly under the influence of his biological clock. The soreness of his body, the strange sensation in some private parts, and the broken but hot memory fragments in his mind instantly made him completely awake.
A cold and fierce look suddenly appeared in his eyes. Without thinking too much, he knew who was the mastermind behind the scenes - Song Zhi, that beast!
He picked up his phone and saw the message of advice sent by Ji Zhiqi. He felt a mixture of emotions in his heart, which eventually turned into a soft sigh.
Fortunately, the person who came last night was him, and it could only be him.
In the hotel restaurant, Lai Zhou was having breakfast leisurely, but Song Zhi came over with a fawning look on his face.
"Mr. Lai, good morning! How did you feel last night?" Song Zhi rubbed his hands, his face full of expectant smile.
Lai Zhou put down his knife and fork, and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and contempt: "Song Zhi, have you misunderstood something? Although I, Lai Zhou, am casual, I am not indiscriminate, and I certainly don't bring everything to bed."
He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered, yet each word was as cold as ice. "That's Song Shiyu, Song Huishu's biological son, the legitimate young master of the Song family! You tricked your own nephew into my bed? Haha, I'm really curious, if your eldest brother Song Huishu knew you were so 'caring' for his son, what would happen to you?"
He stood up, looked down at Song Zhi, whose face turned pale in an instant, and said in a firm tone: "I don't care where you found out about my personal preferences, from now on, don't appear in front of me again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." After that, he no longer paid attention to Song Zhi, who was stunned, and left.
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