Ge Yan thought she was hearing things—how could she be hearing Cen Yan and Shen Yuanming’s voices?
Wait, were they arguing?
Gossip!
Forgetting her stomachache, Ge Yan scrambled up and pressed her ear against the door.
“—I just wanted to explain some things to her.”
“—Oh really? That’s not how it sounded to me!”
“—Do you have to make a scene here?”
“—And what about you? Knocking on her door here, not even avoiding the cameras?”
“—Everything here is funded by me. I decide what gets filmed.”
“—Right! How impressive you are, CEO Shen! Is there anything you’re afraid of? I, Cen Yan, am clearly out of my league!”
“Cen Yan!”
“Bang!”
A loud slamming sound came from outside the door.
What was going on between those two? They were making quite a commotion.
But after a long while, Ge Yan heard nothing more. Feeling weak again, she lay back down.
Cen Yan’s last words had been earth-shattering and tear-jerking, every syllable radiating her will as a cool, aloof white moonlight who refused to bow to money and power.
Thinking of her own expression when faced with five million, no wonder she couldn’t be the white moonlight.
No wonder the domineering male leads in novels liked this type.
She just hoped Shen Yuanming would spare her when he inevitably started the angsty plotline.
Ge Yan was now content to transform from the female lead into a cannon fodder character in an angsty novel, quietly hoarding money. All irrelevant people, stay away!
This was Qin Dehua’s first time visiting this small wooden cabin.
The cabin was much more exquisitely maintained than the temporary one set up by the production crew, with blue bricks and white tiles, carrying a touch of ancient charm.
Qin Dehua approached the door and gently knocked. An elderly voice soon came from inside.
“May I help you?”
Qin Dehua recognized it—it was the old butler who had come begging for food the other day.
An acquaintance!
He immediately cleared his throat and said cautiously, “Hello, do you happen to have any ginger here? My friend is sick and not feeling well. She’d like a cup of ginger tea.”
But half a minute passed without a response from inside.
Qin Dehua found it strange and wondered if he was being too presumptuous. He added, “If it’s inconvenient, we can pay for it. But we really need it…”
Before he could finish, the door opened.
Qin Dehua stood there dumbfounded for a moment, seeing no one appear, so he pushed the door open himself.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a weathered old man beside a wheelchair, on which sat a deathly pale man.
Under the moonlight, the man’s face was unclear. A sudden cold breeze made the scene eerily unsettling.
Qin Dehua might seem careless and outgoing, but he was actually quite timid. As a child, he had watched a zombie movie with his grandfather and had been so scared that he still couldn’t sleep with the lights off alone.
Faced with this scene, only one thought flashed through Qin Dehua’s mind: a haunted house deep in the mountains.
Suddenly, eerie and sinister cello music echoed in his ears, while leaves in the courtyard rustled softly, making a scratching sound.
The man slowly pushed his wheelchair forward, his expression cold and detached, with a faint hint of aloofness. His face was as if finely carved.
Wait, hold on!
Why did Ning Caichen encounter Xiaoqian at Lanruo Temple, while he ran into a man?
Although, to be fair, the man was quite good-looking.
Staring into the man’s gloomy eyes, Qin Dehua couldn’t help but shiver.The eccentric man living in the mountain village, the strange butler who came begging for food in the middle of the night, the eerie and mysterious residents… Qin Dehua’s mind was already spinning a terrifying tale of a haunted house plagued by evil spirits.
Uncle Zhang suddenly smiled kindly, waving at Qin Dehua. “Young man, it’s you? Come in, come in!”
Qin Dehua: “…”
The next second, the over-six-foot-tall young man collapsed straight to the ground.
Uncle Zhang was dumbfounded. “Youth really is something—falling asleep as soon as you hit the ground.”
Song Bojian, who had just been about to step forward to ask for an explanation, stopped in his tracks. With a weary expression, he pinched the bridge of his nose and spoke slowly.
“Uncle Zhang, turn off your phone’s ringtone.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old butler behind him trembled as he pulled a phone from his pocket, tapped it once, and the eerie music immediately stopped.
Then Uncle Zhang ran off to answer a call.
A few minutes later, Qin Dehua slowly woke up.
Who would have thought that the first thing he’d see upon opening his eyes was the face of that sickly-looking man, now alarmingly close.
Just as he was about to faint again from the shock, Song Bojian spoke.
“If you plan to keep lying here, I really will throw you into the fish pond.”
That voice didn’t sound like a ghost’s at all…
Qin Dehua cautiously opened one eye to steal a glance at the man. Now that he was closer, the man’s face didn’t seem as cold as before.
He paused, then slowly pushed himself up from the ground.
“Sorry, I had a bit of a panic reaction.”
After all, who in their right mind could stay calm after witnessing what had just happened?
Qin Dehua’s legs were still trembling.
Song Bojian had little patience. He simply stared coldly at Qin Dehua, his gaze tinged with scrutiny.
This was the man who had just opened the window to Ge Yan’s room.
Naturally, Song Bojian wasn’t in the mood to be friendly. His voice was indifferent as he asked, “Who did you say was sick earlier?”
“A friend of mine.”
“Is it Ge Yan?”
“Yeah… huh?” Qin Dehua was stunned. How did this guy know?
The man’s frown deepened, and a hint of anxiety crept into his expression.
“What’s wrong with her?”
Qin Dehua was still puzzled about how this man knew Ge Yan.
A few seconds later, it suddenly occurred to him—they were public figures, living so close by. He must have seen the livestream of “Not Longing.”
With that thought, Qin Dehua felt a bit more confident. So, he was a fan of theirs. Then this guy must know him too.
Qin Dehua immediately wanted to build some rapport. He extended his hand, intending to shake hands with Song Bojian.
But to his surprise, Song Bojian pushed his wheelchair back slightly, avoiding the gesture. His gaze remained fixed intently on Qin Dehua as he repeated, “What’s wrong with her?”
It wasn’t exactly appropriate to discuss a girl’s private matters with others. After a moment’s thought, Qin Dehua said, “She caught a chill.”
Instead of relaxing upon hearing this, Song Bojian immediately turned and hurriedly wheeled himself back into the house.
The butler, who had just hung up the phone, followed him inside. After a while, Song Bojian pushed the door open again, holding a small wooden box, which he handed to Qin Dehua.
“One packet at a time, steep it in boiling water. If it doesn’t help, take her to the hospital.”
Qin Dehua stiffly took the small box and slid it open. Inside, something was neatly divided into small compartments with white cotton strips, emitting a faint scent of ginger.
Wow! This guy came prepared!
But…But the concern in this person’s words didn’t seem like concern for a stranger—more like… concern for his own girlfriend.
Qin Dehua shook his head again. How could that be possible?
This must be another one of his illusions, just like earlier when he thought the old butler Zhang was a ghost.
“Thank you, ghost… ah, no, thank you, brother. I thank you on behalf of my sister Ge Yan!”
Song Bojian didn’t know how Ge Yan had gotten involved with such a foolish person, but considering he had traveled all the way to his home to seek medicine for Ge Yan, he decided to forgive him for opening Ge Yan’s bedroom window earlier.