“What is he looking at?”
“Who is he talking to?”
“Why is he shouting and laughing like he’s lost his mind?”
Three questions came in rapid succession, and a cold sweat trickled down the old butler’s forehead. “Master, this…”
Before he could finish, the impeccably dressed Master had already reached a conclusion. “Oh, I see. So you don’t know either.”
The old butler lowered his gaze respectfully. “I will investigate.”
The Great Master Qin neither agreed nor disagreed. A meaningful smile lingered on his strikingly handsome face. “When I found him that day, he had already stopped breathing.”
It wasn’t a state of near-death, it was a true cessation of life. Strangely enough, ten minutes later, the body had resumed breathing.
At that very moment, Wei Jing was rummaging through the bedside table in the master bedroom, pulling out a phone to call the Great Master. It never crossed his mind that the man who had said, “I’m off to earn a living,” and had seemingly left the house, was actually lurking nearby, secretly watching his every move!
Absolutely shameless.
He had been there when Wei Jing screamed in terror at the old butler’s spotted python form and bolted.
He had been there when Wei Jing, in the western garden, tried to name the little dragon “Hongweijun” and “messed around” with it.
He had been there when Wei Jing cursed the useless system and then burst into joy at the sight of the 【Return Ticket】.
The Great Master Qin had watched it all from start to finish and even had his phone ready, waiting for the call.
Time ticked by. Wei Jing held the phone but made no move to dial.
The Great Master alternated between staring at the screen and glancing at his own phone, his expression gradually losing patience. “You. Teach him how to make a call.”
The old butler: “…Understood.”
Tu Shihua’s phone clearly had the Great Master’s contact number saved. However—
The phone was too smart. Its unlock password was twelve digits long!
Wei Jing stared blankly at the phone screen, which displayed a selfie of Tu Shihua winking flirtatiously at the camera. If he were to judge the photo by his previous aesthetic standards, his reaction would be: cute, want to…
But now, his only feeling was: What a huge trap!
A password that long, who could possibly know what it was!
Couldn’t it just be set up with fingerprint unlock?
Unfortunately, after trying all ten of his fingers without success, the phone mercilessly notified him: Improper operation. Locked for three hours.
“…”
“…………”
“………………”
What an awful feeling.
And just then, the little dragon, squatting beside him, saw him staring at the phone and, thinking it was something delicious, opened its mouth and bit down on it.
“!”
Wei Jing’s eyes widened in shock. With a loud crack, the ultra-thin smartphone had a corner bitten off by Xiaobao.
Unaware of its own “feat,” the little dragon spat out the piece from its mouth, stared at it in confusion for a few seconds, then licked it. Seeming to realize that it really wasn’t edible, it immediately turned around and, with a light flick of its tail, swept the evidence away.
Wei Jing sat there in a daze. “…This kid takes after his father!”
Well, now there was no way to make a phone call. He could only wait for the Great Master to come back.
Just as he was thinking this, a knock came at the door, followed by the old butler’s voice from the other side: “Mr. Tu, a phone call for you.”
The old butler, who had originally been sent to teach Wei Jing how to use the phone, had received a call from the Great Master halfway. His task had changed, he just needed to come and deliver the phone. Perfect.
The spotted python was coming!
Wei Jing’s hair stood on end. He was terrified.
He stayed by the bed, not moving for a long time. He didn’t dare move.
“Mr. Tu?” In the blink of an eye, the old butler, who had been outside the door, had silently drifted to his side.
Wei Jing started, leaning back and looking at him warily. “H-How do you walk without making any sound?”
Wait, the door hadn’t even been opened!
“The master requests you take the call.” The old butler handed over the phone. Seemingly worried that Wei Jing might not know how to use it, he patiently explained, “This is the earpiece, and this is the microphone. You speak into this part…”
I’m not an idiot, thank you.
Wei Jing silently grumbled to himself before taking the phone. After a brief “hello,” he heard the Great Master Qin’s captivating bass chuckle softly, a very alluring laugh. Immediately, he felt like crying: Life was so unfair. When he was writing the character settings, why did he give everything to the Great Master and leave nothing for Tu Shihua?
“Is our son behaving?” the Great Master asked gently.
Wei Jing glanced down at the now-ruined phone and reluctantly answered, “…Yes.”
“I ordered you a new chocolate mousse cake from DS,” the Great Master added.
“Chocolate? Can I swap it? I prefer matcha flavor.” Wei Jing blurted out, then paused. Right, did Tu Shihua actually like chocolate or matcha?
“Alright.” The Great Master’s voice remained perfectly gentle, showing no sign of anything amiss. “Anything else you’d like to eat?”
This was practically the ideal 24/7 perfect husband, calmly accommodating all his “wife’s” capricious requests without batting an eye.
Wei Jing’s heart remained unmoved. “…No, that’s all.”
After a moment of unusual silence, the Great Master spoke again. “Alright then. Stay at home and behave while I’m away.”
“Wait!” Wei Jing, as if suddenly snapping out of it, hurriedly called out.
The Great Master asked patiently, “What’s wrong, honey?”
Wei Jing gritted his teeth, fantasizing about turning into an invincible strongman, grabbing the Great Master by the collar and shaking him vigorously before shouting menacingly: Honey, my ass! I’m your father!
In reality, though, he glanced timidly at the butler, who was watching him like a hawk. His face flushed as he stammered, “I-I have a question to test you: When is our son’s date of birth?”
Without hesitation, the Great Master answered, “February 3, 2053.”
Wei Jing rejoiced inwardly and quickly said, “Okay, good. That’s it. I’m hanging up.”
He was way too clever, this called for thirty-two thumbs up!
Ending the call, he returned the phone in perfect condition and tried to shoo the old butler away with his eyes.
The butler, understanding the cue, left.
After confirming he was gone, Wei Jing immediately summoned the system. “Hello? Are you there? There? There?”
【Host, I am here.】 The gentle female voice sounded like a heavenly melody.
He nodded arrogantly. “February 3, 2053. Qin Xiaobao’s date of birth. Register it.”
【Cub’s date of birth confirmed as February 3, 2053. Congratulations, host, on completing Beginner Task 3. 1 point awarded.】
“Only one point at a time? How long will it take me to save up 888 points at this rate?” Wei Jing complained, slightly dissatisfied. “Isn’t there some other way to earn more points at once? Like a prize wheel or a red envelope rain or something…”
The system remained silent, not bothering to respond.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Wei Jing kept rambling. “Hey, don’t be so cold. Let’s chat, okay? I’ve got a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. If I accidentally kick the bucket in this world, wouldn’t I be able to go back home without having to save up points for a 【Return Ticket】?”
【Host, please strive to stay alive. Once dead, you will never be able to return to your original world.】 The gentle female voice now sounded exceptionally serious.
Wei Jing was so startled he stumbled and fell off the bed, blurting out a curse: “What the hell!”