Grandma Luo looked a little anxious. “As long as the money is repaid, everything will be fine, right?”
Song Tang nodded. “Yes! The sooner it’s returned, the better. It takes time to neutralize resentment.”
“If it’s paid back today, the process of resolving the lingering resentment can start today. Especially for debts that have been unpaid for two or three years—once they’re cleared, the effect is the best.”
“I understand. Thank you, Daoist.”
Grandma Luo stood up and hurried off in a rush.
Watching her quickly leave, Song Tang felt quite pleased.
If nothing went wrong, she should be receiving that two million within the next couple of days.
She had already looked into it beforehand. Grandma Luo was someone who deeply believed in traditional folk practices.
The debtor, Pang Zhi, was her only son.
Back when he was younger, Grandma Luo had raised him all on her own, putting in tremendous effort.
Because of that, Pang Zhi listened to her very closely.
It wasn’t that he didn’t have money, he simply refused to pay his debts.
If Grandma Luo spoke up, he would definitely comply.
Lin Yanchen, who had been openly listening on the side, finally understood.
The Song family needed to repay fifty million to the Qin family recently, and Song Tang was clearly trying to collect debts to raise funds.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe Song Tang would do something like this.
It felt as if she had suddenly grown a brain, and he was almost not used to it.
Song Tang stood up, dusted off her Daoist robe, and prepared to slip away.
She walked straight past Lin Yanchen, pretending she didn’t even know him.
“Daoist,” a kind voice suddenly called out.
Song Tang paused and saw an elderly woman in a wheelchair waving at her.
“Earlier I heard you speaking with Grandma Luo, and everything you said seemed quite accurate. I also have a few questions I’d like to ask.”
Since this elderly lady seemed to know Grandma Luo, Song Tang couldn’t just leave.
If she slipped up now, her identity would be exposed.
She forced herself to walk over with a polite smile.
“What would you like to ask, Grandma?”
Grandma Lin thought for a moment, then pointed at Lin Yanchen standing beside her.
“Can you take a look at my grandson and tell me when he’ll find a girlfriend?”
Song Tang lifted her gaze toward Lin Yanchen.
He stood there expressionlessly, watching her, silent—but there was clearly a trace of amusement in his eyes, as if he were enjoying the show.
If that was the case, then she wouldn’t hold back.
Song Tang deliberately studied him for several seconds before pinching her fingers as if calculating.
“Grandma, judging from your grandson’s features…”
“I’m afraid he already has a girlfriend.”
Grandma Lin’s eyes lit up immediately. “Really?”
Song Tang nodded firmly. “Really.”
Grandma Lin instantly turned to Lin Yanchen.
“Oh my, so the rumors were true! You really do have a girlfriend.”
“And you’ve been hiding it from me all this time.”
Lin Yanchen glanced at Song Tang, only to see her smiling faintly at him.
A clearly provocative smile.
Fine. She had grown a brain—and her courage had grown with it too.
Lin Yanchen curved his lips slightly and said to his grandmother, “I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn’t expect it to be revealed early.”
Grandma Lin immediately became delighted and patted the armrest of her wheelchair.
“Even now, it’s still a surprise!”
“Yanchen, Grandma doesn’t have much time left. When are you bringing your girlfriend home for me to see?”
Lin Yanchen’s expression darkened slightly, but he still answered as if making a promise.
“Grandma, I’ll bring her home in a couple of days.”
“Good, good. Grandma will wait for you.”
Hearing this, Grandma Lin finally smiled in satisfaction.
Song Tang, hearing the words “not much time left,” couldn’t help but take a closer look at her.
Grandma Lin was likely ill. Though her expression was kind, her complexion was pale.
It reminded her of her own grandmother, who had also passed away due to illness.
“I have to head to my next destined place, Grandma. We’ll meet again if fate allows.”
She didn’t want to lie to Grandma Lin. What she had just said was already the truth.
Anything further would no longer be reliable.
She needed to leave.
“Wait,” Grandma Lin said again.
Song Tang’s heart tightened. What else now?
But she saw Grandma Lin remove a jade bracelet from her wrist and hand it over.
“Take this, Daoist. It will protect you.”
“Huh? No, no, I can’t accept this.”
Song Tang quickly waved her hands. “Grandma, if I take this, then everything I just said won’t come true.”
“Huh?” Grandma Lin looked confused.
Seeing that she still didn’t react, Song Tang quickly bowed. “We’ll meet again if fate allows.”
Then she turned and left without hesitation.
Lin Yanchen watched her figure quickly disappear as she ran off with her whisk and couldn’t help but laugh.
He had already seen she was eager to escape, she was just forcing herself to finish the act.
Luckily, she didn’t dare to take the jade bracelet. If she had really accepted something worth a billion, she would have been in serious trouble.
“Grandma,” Lin Yanchen said, looking down, “didn’t you say you were going to give that jade bracelet to your future granddaughter-in-law? Why did you suddenly want to give it to that Daoist?”
Grandma Lin thought for a moment. “I just had a feeling that I have some kind of connection with that Daoist.”
“I instinctively wanted to give it to her.”
“But since she didn’t want it, then forget it. Maybe fate just isn’t strong enough yet.”
Lin Yanchen chuckled lightly. “Grandma, that was just an illusion.”
“How could you possibly have any connection with that Daoist?”
She was just a fake Daoist priest.
“Let’s go home, Grandma.”
Grandma Lin nodded. “Alright, let’s go home.”
Lin Yanchen pushed her wheelchair back.
Grandma Lin didn’t forget to remind him, “Remember what you promised me. Bring your girlfriend over in two days.”
“Why is it suddenly two days?” Lin Yanchen looked puzzled.
“Isn’t two days just the day after tomorrow?” Grandma Lin shot him a glare. “Are you going to go back on your word?”
“Fine, fine. The day after tomorrow it is.”
At noon, Song Tang returned home and pushed open the door.
In the living room, Song Zhenkun was sitting on the sofa reviewing documents. Hearing the door, he looked up and was startled.
At the entrance stood a figure with their back to him, changing shoes.
A gray Daoist robe, a Daoist crown on their head, a whisk in hand, and a compass hanging at the waist.
What kind of Daoist was this, so unceremonious?
Acting like someone else’s house was their own?
Wait—did Daoists now even have house passwords to just walk in like that?
“You are…” Song Zhenkun hadn’t finished speaking when the slender Daoist finished changing shoes, turned around, and walked in.
Then casually tossed the whisk onto the sofa and collapsed onto it.
Spreading out arms and legs like she was completely exhausted.
“Dad, I’m back…”
Her voice sounded tired and worn out.
Song Zhenkun froze when he heard that familiar voice and saw that sun-kissed face.
“Song Tang?”
“It’s me.”
Song Tang rested for a moment before sitting up, picking up the kettle on the table and pouring herself water.
Song Zhenkun stared at her outfit.
“What are you wearing?”
Glug glug—she drank two full cups of water before replying lazily.
“I went to collect debts.”
Song Zhenkun looked confused. “Wearing that improves the success rate?”
Song Tang couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, exactly. It does improve the success rate.”
Then she shook her head with an air of authority, like an old master.
“Dad, sometimes you can’t be too rigid. You have to use your brain.”
“If you just directly ask someone to repay money, of course they won’t want to.”