Chapter 6: Uncle, Do You Want to Place an Order?
Su Keke nodded, her little face serious and composed.
“Taking money and doing the job is the rule of our line of work. No money, no work. Once the money is paid, the job must be done.”
Qin Mochen fell silent.
The little girl actually had quite a strong sense of professional ethics.
“For this month, you’ll stay with me. I’ll make sure you have things to do. I’ll also arrange school for you—you have to go to school,” he said.
Su Keke suddenly thought of something and asked excitedly, “Uncle, could it be that you’re going to… hire me as a professional bodyguard? Oh my god, that’s a big order!”
People in their line had done this before—when a client had a life-or-death calamity written into their fate, the kind even protective talismans couldn’t block. If a master couldn’t calculate the exact date, they would stay with the client and protect them personally until the major tribulation passed.
Because it involved matters of life and death—and because interfering with another person’s fate brought backlash to the master—the commission for such work was extremely high.
But since this uncle had already had other masters read his fortune, why didn’t he hire one of them as a bodyguard instead? Could it be that their price was too high and he couldn’t afford it?
If that was the case, she could give him a discount.
“Uncle, I’ll take this job!” Su Keke said happily. “Considering this is my first time taking on this kind of order, you can just pay me fifty thousand a day.”
Qin Mochen looked at her deeply.
“Kid, you’re really expensive.”
Su Keke looked surprised.
“Uncle, don’t you know the market rate? I’ve already given you a discount. Experienced masters charge seven or eight hundred thousand a day. For these days, all my time will belong to you—I won’t take any other jobs—so this is really cheap.”
Qin Mochen stared at her for a long time, then gave an “oh.”
“Is that so? This is my first time doing something like this, so I really don’t know the market.”
“Then, Uncle—does this count as placing an order?” Su Keke asked cheerfully.
“Mhm.”
He wasn’t short on money. He’d just treat it as finding himself some amusement.
“Uncle, can I go into your master bedroom now?” Su Keke didn’t forget the main task.
She had trapped that thing inside with her talismans—it couldn’t escape. Otherwise, she really wouldn’t have dared to chat with the uncle for so long.
Qin Mochen glanced at her indifferently.
“Since you like the master bedroom so much, I’ll let you sleep there tonight.”
Su Keke wrinkled her nose.
“Even though Uncle has placed the order now, I’ll be following you for a whole month. I definitely need to go back and prepare—and I need to discuss it with my master. I’ll come find you tomorrow, okay?”
Qin Mochen paused briefly, then responded with a soft “Mm.”
“I’ll have Assistant Wu send you back later.”
“No need, Uncle. I’ll just take a taxi myself.”
Su Keke grinned at him, then eagerly went into the master bedroom, heading straight for the bathroom.
Before long, a series of crackling, clattering sounds came from inside the bathroom, accompanied by the girl’s muttering.
Because the bedroom was well soundproofed, Qin Mochen only caught fragments like “almost couldn’t get in,” “can’t let you off,” “object control,” and “got it wet.”
Then came the sound of rushing water from the master bathroom.
Qin Mochen rubbed his brow.
He must have gone mad—letting a little girl into his private space, and even planning to “keep” her.
Soon after, Su Keke came out, puffing with anger.
She was furious—the task was completed, but many of her talismans had gotten soaked. Those old yellow ritual papers weren’t easy to come by.
Qin Mochen was staring at her with a heavy gaze.
When the man kept a straight face, his presence was intimidating without anger. Often, people didn’t even notice how handsome he was—because the oppressive aura around him made it hard to look directly at him.
Su Keke wasn’t afraid. She trotted over to him, scratched her head a little shyly, and said,
“Uncle, do you have any clothes I can wear? I accidentally got mine wet.”
The little girl was drenched from head to toe, her damp clothes outlining her slender, delicate waistline.
