Chapter 55: Fine, Let’s Call It Compensation
Following the route she remembered, Nan Xun returned to the small town she had been away from for a long time, then found the Fu family residence not far from the town.
The two-story villa before her looked exactly the same as in her memories. The courtyard was full of flowers and plants; the second floor had large floor-to-ceiling windows, with pale yellow—almost white—plain curtains gently swaying. Only this time, she no longer saw the little boy standing behind the curtains.
The villa was some distance away from the town behind it, and people rarely came this way. It stood there quietly, as if cut off from everything around it.
Nan Xun knocked on the door. It had barely sounded once when she heard a creak.
The door opened. A tall, straight-backed man stood behind it, half hidden in the shadows. As always, he wore a white shirt and black slacks. The moment he saw Nan Xun, a smile instantly welled up in his eyes.
“Momo, why are you here?” Fu Mo asked.
Nan Xun shook the phone in her hand and smiled. “You were too careless when you left—you forgot your phone. I’m acting as a delivery boy today, here to bring it to you.”
“Come in quickly. It’s hot outside,” Fu Mo said.
Nan Xun followed Fu Mo into the house. Looking at the furnishings in the living room, she suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
Fu Mo went to the kitchen to pour her some water. Nan Xun couldn’t help following him. As she watched his back, cold sweat slowly seeped out on her forehead.
She suddenly remembered where she had seen this before. When that psychologist surnamed Li hypnotized her, the door she saw in her dream was this very mansion’s front door—and the scene inside was exactly what she was seeing now.
And now…
Nan Xun stared at the man’s back, just in time to see him finish pouring the water and slowly turn around.
Her breathing abruptly stopped.
“Momo, what’s wrong? Why are you sweating so much?” Fu Mo walked up to her and reached out to wipe her face.
It wasn’t a faceless man—it was Fu Mo.
Nan Xun finally relaxed a little, but when Fu Mo drew closer, she still subconsciously stepped back, avoiding his touch.
Seeing her avoid him, Fu Mo’s gaze darkened for a brief instant, but he quickly returned to his usual expression.
“Momo, I was just worried about you,” Fu Mo sighed.
Nan Xun finally recovered and couldn’t help scolding herself inwardly for being so paranoid.
“I’m fine. It’s probably just too hot outside,” she said quickly, then took the water from his hand and gulped it down.
The man watched her drink in big mouthfuls without showing the slightest surprise at her bold manner. Instead, a trace of amusement flickered in his eyes.
Nan Xun didn’t leave right away. Shamelessly, she sat around for a while. Fu Mo turned on the TV, switched to a channel she liked, and kept her company watching for a bit.
Only when it got late did Nan Xun get up to leave.
“Fu Mo, I’ll head out now.”
Fu Mo looked at her for a long time without speaking. After quite a while, he said, “Momo, I really want to swallow you whole. That way, we’d never be separated.”
When he said this, the smile in his eyes was thick—almost overflowing.
Nan Xun rolled her eyes at him dramatically. “If you keep teasing me like this, I’m really going to get angry.”
Fu Mo chuckled softly.
He walked her to the door but didn’t go out with her. Looking at Nan Xun, he said gently, “Momo, let’s stay in touch by phone.”
Nan Xun cleared her throat lightly. “Sure.”
Just after she walked out of the villa, the Void Beast came with good news. “Congratulations—his evil intent value has dropped again. It’s 75 now.”
Nan Xun was delighted. She had already walked quite far away, but she still couldn’t help turning back for another look.
There was no one at the door anymore. Just as she was feeling a little disappointed, she suddenly noticed a man standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, beside the white curtains gently swaying in the wind.
It was Fu Mo.
Nan Xun broke into a grin. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed her face in warmth. She waved at the man behind the window, smiling brightly.
Fu Mo stood shrouded in the shadows of the curtains. His thin lips, redder than usual, curved upward slightly.
When Nan Xun returned to her apartment, she found that there was suddenly another person inside.
Hearing the noise, the woman sitting on the sofa turned her head to look at her, nodded slightly, and said, “Hello. My name is Su Han. I’m your new roommate.”
The woman looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six, with neat short hair, well-defined features, sharp eyes, and wheat-colored skin.
Nan Xun hadn’t expected things to move so fast. She had only gone out briefly, yet the new roommate had already moved in.
“Hello, I’m Bai Mo,” Nan Xun said with a brief pause before smiling and extending her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
It didn’t take long for Nan Xun to learn that Su Han’s main job was being a police officer—no wonder she looked like someone well trained.
Nan Xun didn’t know why Su Han had chosen to rent a place here; she seemed to be investigating something recently.
Su Han also seemed rather poor at taking care of herself. She ordered takeout for almost every meal and even hired a cleaning lady by the hour to handle the housework.
Nan Xun was astonished and asked Little Eight, “Are police officers all this rich nowadays?”
The Void Beast replied, “Personal preference. The Su family is a lineage of exorcists. Her grandfather is a famous master. But Su Han is an exception—her yang energy is too strong, so she couldn’t open her ghost sight.”
Upon hearing this, Nan Xun’s eyes immediately sparkled as she looked at Su Han.
Exorcists—sounds insanely awesome. Even if Su Han herself wasn’t one, her grandfather was, and many people in her family were.
Seeing Su Han about to order takeout again, Nan Xun couldn’t stand it anymore and took the initiative. “I’ll handle the three meals a day. You just wash the dishes.”
Su Han nodded immediately. “Sure. I’ll go buy a dishwasher later.”
Nan Xun: “……”
Rich people really are willful.
Nan Xun asked Little Eight, “In the next world, can you let me transmigrate into a rich family?”
The Void Beast thought for a moment and said, “Fine—let’s call it compensation.”
At this time, Nan Xun didn’t quite understand what Little Eight meant by “compensation.”
Not long afterward, when she grasped the true meaning of those two words, her only thought was to smash Little Eight from a bun into a pancake.
Nan Xun got along quite well with Su Han. At first, Su Han kept a bit of distance, but later she treated Nan Xun like a sworn younger sister.
Nan Xun also thought Su Han was a good person—until she discovered that Su Han had recently been investigating her.
When Su Han was found out, she wasn’t embarrassed at all. Instead, she explained seriously, “Momo, you’ve heard about it, right? The deaths of Zhao Qilin and Bai Xiye looked like traffic accidents on the surface, but both were full of strange elements. As for Li Mu, that goes without saying—a perfectly fine psychologist suddenly turning into a lunatic.”
Nan Xun recalled something. Her expression changed slightly; she opened her mouth but didn’t speak.
“Momo, tell me honestly,” Su Han said, her gaze suddenly sharp. “Have you already come into contact with it?”
