Qin Yu gently scratched with his finger, a tingling softness; the young girl did not wake up and even began to smack her lips in her sleep. Qin Yu smirked at the low level of her wariness, unable to comprehend how she had survived until now.
The luxurious black car slowly drove away as Wang Qingyi hurried out of the mall, only to see the tail of the departing vehicle.
Wang Qingyi, in a fit of rage, hurled her phone to the ground, shattering its back cover and cracking the screen into a spiderweb pattern. Her assistant was so frightened that she didn't dare to take a breath.
"Stupid bitch! What are you shrinking your neck for?" Wang Qingyi turned and took her anger out on her assistant, striking her with a slap that left the assistant covering her face, too afraid to speak up or even get angry.
Su Qingtong watched from not too far away, arms folded, as Wang Qingyi kicked and punched her assistant, mouth twitching with amusement at the entire leisurely scene.
The assistant had it coming, having spent plenty of time flaunting her connection to Wang Qingyi to throw her weight around. Not too long ago, she had been all too eager to join Wang Qingyi in speaking ill of others in the bathroom. It could be said the two were tarred with the same brush, stinking alike.
Watching idiots fight really wasn't that interesting. Although Wang Qingyi could be considered beautiful, when she fought, she was indistinguishable from a madwoman.
Su Qingtong fixed her gaze on the road outside, puzzled as to why she could sense the aura of the "little incense burner" but not find her. Could she be mistaken?
No, it couldn't be wrong. Her instincts told her that the man from before was definitely connected to that foolish girl; otherwise, why would he carry her scent?
Could he be the buyer?
With this possibility in mind, Su Qingtong's face slightly darkened. If it were indeed the buyer, that would be troublesome.
Even Wang Qingyi had to act with her tail between her legs around him, and to clear out a place like Wanrong, ninety percent of the time it would be a person of privilege from the influential families of the Capital City. It would be like picking chestnuts out of the fire to take the incense burner from someone like that.
What was even more important was that she was broke. Su Qingtong sighed while holding her forehead.
As Su Qingtong was lost in thought, an angry, sharp female voice rang out.
"Su Qingtong? Why are you here?! When did you come over?!"
Su Qingtong smiled brilliantly, her appearance refreshingly pure, but the words that came out of her mouth were incongruous. She articulated each word slowly, "None—of—your—business."
Wang Qingyi gnashed her teeth fiercely, glaring at her as if she was about to pounce and tear her flesh the next second, "Su Qingtong, no matter what you saw, I will not let you go."
"As easy as it would be for me to crush you like I would an ant."
Su Qingtong was utterly speechless, incredulous at Wang Qingyi's madness. Was she seriously holding a grudge against her?
"Are you sick in the head, or do you own this mall so I can't come? Where do you get the nerve?"
Wang Qingyi sneered coldly. Su Qingtong definitely had seen it all—seen her embarrass herself, seen her get rejected by Qin Yu, get humiliated by the bodyguards; damn it, this bitch had to be laughing at her inside.
"Who allowed you to be an eyesore to me!"
Su Qingtong's rolling eyes nearly reached the sky, talking to Wang Qingyi was like playing the lute to a cow, "Right, right, right, the whole world belongs to you. You're the center of the universe, a fairy descended to earth, the reincarnation of a goddess. Everyone must indulge you and spoil you. Satisfied? Just remember not to give up on your treatment, you psycho!"
With that, she took off, not giving Wang Qingyi a chance to react. Wang Qingyi's impotent rage could be heard from afar.
Su Qingtong breathed a long sigh of relief; it felt so good to have the last word.
As she left the mall through another passage, her agent Liu Bai, or Sister Liu, had been waiting for her in the minivan for a long time, having called her over and over, nearly panicked enough to call the police.
"Where on earth did you go? Do you have any idea how frightening it is to just vanish like that? I nearly called the cops."
Sister Liu bombarded her with complaints.
Su Qingtong slid into the car, nonchalantly saying, "Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. I finally had some free time to visit the mall; it would be a waste not to browse around. I'm not a three-year-old who could get lost, am I?"
Sister Liu scoffed, "You're more trouble than a three-year-old. Next time you plan to do something, could you at least check in with me first, could you?"
"Fine, I got it," Su Qingtong said, closing her eyes.
Seeing her unyielding attitude, Sister Liu felt a stifled anger inside her. She really had taken on an ancestor!
Su Qingtong opened her eyes and suddenly asked Sister Liu, "When I went shopping earlier, I noticed that the fourth and fifth floors were cleared out. I was wondering who could be so powerful. Sister Liu, you've seen a lot, who do you think it could be?"
Sister Liu took a sip of coffee and frowned upon hearing this, "Reserve the whole area? Reserve Wanrong? That's no small feat."
"How so?" Su Qingtong quickly sat up and turned to stare at Sister Liu intently.
"This place, Wanrong, is worth its weight in gold. I've been in the entertainment industry for so long, and I've never heard of anyone who could be so reckless here. It's said that behind Wanrong is a prestigious family from Capital City, but as to which one, I honestly don't know."
Deflated, Su Qingtong sat back down and closed her eyes, "You don't know either. I thought you knew everything."
Sister Liu was annoyed with her, "What do you understand? There are some people that we could never come into contact within our lifetimes. Remember this, in the entertainment industry, the most important thing is not to cause trouble. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, and if you accidentally offend some big shot, you won't even know how you died."
"Just like Wang Qingyi, who performed on the same stage as you just now. Don't think she's like you; she comes from a powerful background. She's a daughter from a very wealthy family; directors cater to her. She entered the entertainment industry just for fun and happiness. Anyway, be careful not to offend her."
Su Qingtong slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at Sister Liu, "What if I said I've already offended her?"
Sister Liu was speechless.
...
Ah Da had slept until evening before awakening. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Qin Yu sitting on the bed, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on his face, holding a book in his hand. His side profile was strikingly handsome, and with glasses, he appeared more refined, disguising a hint of sharpness.
Regardless, he was good-looking.
Ah Da watched him for a while, only bashfully looking away upon making eye contact when the man turned his head.
"Awake?" Qin Yu asked.
Ah Da nodded, her voice soft and mellow from just waking up. After she had fallen asleep, Qin Yu hadn't woken her up; instead, he had brought her back and laid her on the pillow.
He even took her shopping for clothes. Ah Da felt somewhat shaken. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all...
"Get up and take a bath," Qin Yu said.
"A bath?" Ah Da looked down at her clothes. For a thousand years living in the incense burner, Ah Da had used her Spiritual Power to cleanse herself. She never changed clothes, but they were always clean.
Qin Yu flicked her forehead with his finger, then pointed towards a cabinet beside them, "Everything you liked today is in here, and I had Uncle Wen put most of it in the other room."
"So much!"
"I don't remember picking so many."
Ah Da covered her forehead with her hand, her mouth slightly open, eyeing the row of little dresses and clothes hanging in the cabinet, with shoes underneath, each pair neatly encased in a fabric bag.
Her eyes went wide as she stood up and dashed over, pulling open the transparent cabinet that was almost as tall as her.
The first thing to catch her eye was a small white dress, with puff sleeves and a delicate bow at the waist. Ah Da picked it up; the fabric was soft and comfortable to the touch.
She had never worn modern styles before; this was a first for her. Bronze Sword used to wear modern dresses and always called her an old antique, sticking to the same dress for a thousand years.
Qin Yu's gaze returned to his book. Without explanation, he simply said, "Go once you've chosen."
Holding the little dress, Ah Da spun around happily, "So pretty."