Murong Yan felt the world had gone mad; how could it be such a coincidence? Her dad called to say that someone would come looking for him and asked her to do her best to help, but she didn't expect it to be this bastard.
"So it's you, indeed enemies often cross each other's paths." Standing up from the chair, Murong Yan sized up Yang Fan. "Your name is Yang Fan?"
"Yes," he answered.
Suppressing her irritation, Murong Yan tried to keep her composure as she said, "My dad has already told me about the matter of finding your master sister. I will do my best to help you, but you must apologize for what happened last time."
Yang Fan made his way over to the sofa and sat down with an air of self-assurance: "Fatty, it's been years since we've seen each other. Apart from your figure changing quite a bit, your porcupine-like demeanor hasn't changed at all."
"Who, who are you calling?" The random remark left Murong Yan completely befuddled.
"Fatty, do you still remember Kongming Mountain, and the Brother Fan who used to play with you when you were younger?"
Damn, Murong Yan almost let out an exclamation. Surprised, she walked out from behind the office desk as all eyes once again fell on Yang Fan. Irritated to the point of itching: "It's you, no wonder you still look like an unbearable hooligan. You're a jerk."
"Hey, Fatty, after so many years, don't be so prickly. Be gentle. Girls really do change a lot by the age of eighteen. Anyhow, you were the one running behind me in split pants all summer long," Yang Fan said leisurely.
"Ahhhh..." Murong Yan was on the verge of going crazy. It was bad enough not to talk about it, but this statement sent Murong Yan into a complete rage. It was this guy, the one who bullied her on Kongming Mountain, pushing her into the river or smearing mud on her, and even worse, scaring her with small animals, putting cockroaches in her cup, and throwing mice into her room, which made her terrified to sleep at night... Every incident was clear in her mind. Just thinking about it made Murong Yan want to throw this jerk off the thirty-something floor. And considering the abhorrent things he'd done these past few days, Murong Yan turned frosty: "Yang, about the childish things we never settled, since you came to me now, let's get down to it properly."
Murong Yan was in no hurry at all, knowing she had the upper hand since this guy needed her help.
Sitting back down in her chair again, she coldly stared at Yang Fan: "Yang, I remember a lot of things. Now that you're begging for my help, you know the rules, right?"
"What rules?" Yang Fan casually picked up an apple from the desk and took a bite, confident in having Murong Bo's "Imperial Sword" - he didn't believe that his daughter wouldn't comply.
"If you're asking me for a favor, you should naturally offer me something in return."
After munching on most of the apple, Yang Fan finally said, "You won't listen to your dad?"
"Don't bring up my dad. He listens to me too. From now on, you'll sell yourself to me as payment. I'll help you find your master sister, and whatever I tell you to do, you'll do, no second words."
Psh, Yang Fan scoffed with a sneer: "You're dreaming."
"You better think it through. I've heard from my dad about your master sister's matter. There are only a few days left. If she can't be found, you know the consequences. And I have a vast amount of resources to help you find your master sister in the shortest time. Didn't you see last night? My best friend is a cop, is it hard to find someone?"
"You... you're threatening me."
"Wrong, this is called a fair cooperation."
A helpless Yang Fan put down half an apple and immediately called Murong Bo: "Uncle Bo, your daughter, she..."
While Yang Fan made the call, Murong Yan placed her hands in front of her, watching him with a relaxed face.
"Yang Fan, my daughter controls no less resources than I do. I've been retired for a long time now, only she can help you. She is a sensible girl, and won't do anything excessive, you can rest assured." This was Murong Bo's final response.
Isn't that stating the obvious? As good as saying nothing, Yang Fan hung up the phone, feeling powerless. The path through Murong Bo was a dead end; he could only let his master pressure Murong Bo. However, when he dialed the number it was busy, and upon looking up, he saw that woman, Murong Yan, on the phone.
"Uncle Han, your disciple is still as irreverent as ever, just arrived here and..." Murong Yan paused before continuing: "Uncle Han, my senior sister's affairs are my own. But Yang Fan is not compatible with me; he always contradicts me at every turn, and really, I just can't…"
Finally ending the call, Murong Yan handed over her cellphone to Yang Fan: "Your master wants to talk to you."
Biting his lip, Yang Fan with a pained expression on his face picked up the phone, and before he could speak, his master already began: "What the hell are you up to? Don't you know your senior sister's affairs are very important? Listen, from now on, whatever Murong Yan asks you to do, you just do it. All you need to do is cooperate."
"Ah? Master, just kill me, how can you make me cooperate with this chubby girl..."
"Shut it, if you want to see your senior sister again, do as I say." Yang Fan's master hung up the phone.
Reluctantly tossing the phone on the table, Yang Fan felt like cursing his own luck. Was this really his master?
"Since someone is so unwilling, then forget it. After all, it saves me a lot of trouble. You can go now." Murong Yan waved her hand dismissively, with a 'do whatever you want' attitude.
With only over ten days left to find his senior sister, Yang Fan knew all too well what that would mean. Out of options, he went over with a forced smile: "Let's discuss this further."
"No way. If you don't accept my conditions, just leave." Murong Yan sneered coldly, Ha, thinking of the times you bullied me as a child, and last night in front of everyone, making it impossible for me to save face, Hmm, I won't be Murong Yan if I don't torment you until you cry and wail.
"I..." Yang Fan hesitated, but ultimately didn't speak out. He agreed with this little chubby girl. He had bullied her so much as a child and put her in a spot last night, how could he have good days ahead? But then, if he didn't agree...
"I have to work now, I'm not seeing you out."
Yang Fan gritted his teeth: "Fine, I agree. But no physical punishment, no verbal insults, and absolutely no indecent plots against me!"
Pfft, Murong Yan almost burst out laughing: "Look at you, just like a bumpkin coming to the city, who would have indecent plots against you, would have to be blind."
Yang Fan ignored her jibe and simply stated: "Bring the contract, I'll sign."
"Why the need for a contract? Even if you sign it, you might go back on your word. Better not to sign at all. You will obediently follow my orders during these next ten plus days before you find your senior sister. Fifteen days is enough." Murong Yan stood up with a smile, picked up her folder, and walked out. Before leaving, she reminded him, "Go home and change your clothes. You're selling yourself to me; you can't be too shabby and cause embarrassment."
Ah, Yang Fan let out a skyward howl. What kind of fate is this? Especially that old man, my master... He sternly swallowed the words "the Undying."