Chapter 12: Moving In Together Right After Meeting?

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As she spoke, Su Qiqi’s eyes remained closed, as if she could never get enough sleep. Shen Du looked at her face hidden beneath her hair. “Miss Su, why don’t you stay at my place for now?” He guessed that Shen Du might not leave just yet, but he didn’t expect to hear this reply. Su Qiqi suddenly opened her eyes and sat upright on the bench, graceful and composed. “That would be too embarrassing.” She left no chance for Shen Du to respond. Reluctantly, she thought for a moment. “Is that really alright?” Although she had anticipated someone coming, she hadn’t expected such a good offer. Sleeping in the park or in a soft, cozy bed was a tough choice. Shen Du nodded slightly. “Of course. No cost at all. I only hope Miss Su can help resolve the hospital issue. There will also be a transaction fee.” Since leaving the hospital last time, he had suspected something was wrong but hadn’t found useful information. In the past, he would have investigated personally or sought the help of the Mystic Gate Association. But now, he preferred to make friends with Su Qiqi. Su Qiqi, who was prepared to offer three divinations as payment: Wait! She was going to solve the hospital issue for merit anyway, so she was going regardless. This meant she not only gained merit and a place to sleep but also… a sum of money? For a moment, Su Qiqi felt Shen Du was like a deity descending from the heavens, incredibly pleasing to the eye. Her gaze at Shen Du was resolute enough to join the party. “Captain Shen, I, Su Qiqi, am not one to seek small advantages. Since that’s the case, I’ll do three divinations for you: family, career, and love.” The slight spiritual energy spent was nothing. The three divinations she proposed were no small matter. Yet from the depths of her eyes, Shen Du saw a trace of desire for money. After a moment’s thought, he smiled: “Alright, it’s your call.” Su Qiqi laughed carelessly, looked at his face for a while, then paused, staring uncertainly for a long time. The mist remained, a gray-white haze she couldn’t see through. Strange. She had even divined for cultivators before—how could she fail to see the face of an ordinary person? Perhaps it was because too much time had passed. Shen Du couldn’t help but ask, “Is there a problem?” He even reviewed his past life to confirm he had lived an honest life. “Are you really human? Ah no…” Su Qiqi tapped her lips, somewhat troubled, then picked up a cardboard box like an ethereal, inscrutable elder: “Heaven’s secrets cannot be revealed.” In truth, she just couldn’t divine it, and felt furious inside. Page 2/3 Where did this demon come from? Shen Du was thoughtful; the head of the Mystic Gate Association had said something similar before. His divination was beyond ordinary people’s interpretation. In the black sedan, Xiao Li glanced sideways out the window. Two figures, about a meter apart, walked slowly ahead, their heights quite similar. Miss Su must be about 1.7 meters tall, right? Just as he thought this, they reached them. He greeted them proactively. “Miss Su, long time no see.” Su Qiqi was still pondering Shen Du’s matter, feeling gloomy. She gave a tired “hmm” and said weakly, “Xiao Li, don’t miss me too much—it’s been less than a day.” Shen Du’s hand on the car door paused, looking at Xiao Li. “No, I haven’t,” Xiao Li hurried to clarify, raising his hand in oath. He was single since birth, with no thoughts of love; otherwise, he wouldn’t resist his mother’s matchmaking efforts. Shen Du’s eyes turned cold. “Oh, there’s no rule in the team forbidding marriage.” Xiao Li remained tense, unable to guess Shen Du’s thoughts. He had no idea Shen Du was just thinking about whether to give the team a holiday—if fate allowed, it was time to get married. Unaware that he had missed a day’s holiday, Xiao Li inserted the car key. “Captain Shen, Miss Su, where are we going?” “My place.” “To his place.” In unison. Xiao Li’s legs went weak; he almost hit the accelerator, his head spinning. Wait, do young people nowadays live together right after meeting? He sneaked a glance at the rearview mirror but saw no sign of romantic feelings. Then he saw Shen Du lean sideways in front of Su Qiqi, fastening her seatbelt with one hand. No, there was a bit of something after all. Xiao Li shook off the chaotic thoughts in his head and quickly drove them away. — Shen Du didn’t live with his family. He had bought a two-bedroom apartment near the 09 Squad. Usually, only his mother stayed over occasionally. Shen Du used his key to open the door and switched on the foyer light. “There’s a new set of bedding in the wardrobe. My mom just finished airing the comforter before leaving.” He bent down and took out a pair of pink slippers, tearing open the transparent packaging, glancing sideways. “Size 37, is that okay?” Su Qiqi nodded sleepily. “Fine. Captain Shen, you’re a good person.” Page 3/3 Although tired, she politely placed the shoes neatly, slipped on the slippers, and entered the room, sensing the atmosphere before choosing a room. Seeing her ghost-like, unsteady steps, Shen Du gave up on discussing the case for now. Girls were always different from boys. Just thinking of Su Qiqi’s weak spirit, he suddenly remembered that cultivators needed medicinal meals to replenish their energy. Shen Du turned off the light, gently closed the door, and left the community. The next day. Su Qiqi yawned, staring blankly at the ceiling. The bed beneath her had no mattress. She got up and tidied herself simply. The living room was empty and tidy, with few items. Too tired last night to look closely, she now surveyed the place—very much in line with Shen Du’s personality: no frills, simple, and low-maintenance. Su Qiqi sat at the dining table, eyeing the breakfast set out before her. Soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and a clay pot with medicinal soup, emitting a strong herbal aroma even before opening the lid. Her gaze fell on a note beside it. Accommodation included, three meals a day, plus a dose of Chinese medicine. Remember not to take the medicine on an empty stomach. A message from Shen Du. Su Qiqi stared at the note for half a minute, then crumpled it with little interest. After some thought, she stuffed it into her pocket. “Such beautiful handwriting—makes the worm people look bad,” she mocked herself. After eating and taking the medicine, she washed the dishes carefully. When she appeared downstairs in the community, carrying a bag of trash, Yue Jianhong hovered near the garbage bin, his old eyes fixed on one spot. Only when she came closer did the old man shift his gaze, hesitating several times. “Are you a master?” When she released her aura yesterday, Su Qiqi already knew he would come. Casually tossing out the trash, she avoided the question: “Tomorrow afternoon, the park from yesterday. Don’t follow me now, or I’ll hit you.” Yue Jianhong halted mid-air, glanced at his lame right leg, seemed to recall something, and didn’t dare follow, fearing offending the master. After all, he had waited most of his life—one more day wouldn’t matter. Meanwhile, Su Qiqi took her time walking to the hospital, spending half an hour. She found her only contact there. Basement level one. Old Wang sat pitifully in the corner of the bed, accompanied by his wife and three little vultures. His wife was sweet-faced, adept at reading the mood. “Master, may I ask what crime my Old Wang has committed?”