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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH30

Hot Noodles : Very Dangerous, Don’t Go

Chapter 30: Hot Noodles : Very Dangerous, Don’t Go

Fang Xiaocao didn’t believe a single word from Han Xue.

Did Han Xue think she didn’t know her alcohol tolerance? Even two Qi Yus wouldn’t be able to outdrink her! If their roles were reversed, maybe she’d believe it.

Her mind raced with possibilities while she put on her boots, thinking of a way to lure Han Xue and the three others out of Shen Tao’s KTV to minimize the danger.

Han Xue’s words gave her a clue—getting them drunk!

A chilling realization struck her: Han Xue wanted to get them drunk and then… take revenge!

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Shen Tao’s KTV was a shady place, full of all sorts of people.

If four drunk girls were left at the mercy of others…

Just the thought of the possible outcomes made Fang Xiaocao’s heart pound in fear.

No matter what, she couldn’t let it happen.

She quickly responded to Han Xue:

“Of course not! Qi Yu and I were never really a thing, so why would I blame you?”

After sending the message, she grabbed her phone, room card, and car keys before stepping out.

Just as she pressed the elevator button—

Ding-dong!

A notification sound.

She pulled out her phone.

A message from Hot Noodles!

Unlocking the screen, she saw:

[Hot Noodles: Don’t go. It’s dangerous.]

Her heart skipped a beat.

“What is Han Xue trying to do?”

“What kind of danger?”

“How do I deal with it?”

She fired off three consecutive voice messages.

[Hot Noodles: It’s very dangerous. I don’t even know the worst outcome yet—I’m experiencing it now.]

[Hot Noodles: The solution is simple—don’t go! It’s too dangerous!]

Two consecutive messages, both emphasizing just one thing—DANGER.

Fang Xiaocao hesitated at the hotel entrance.

On one hand, her three best friends.

On the other, her own safety.

Without Hot Noodles’ repeated warnings, she would’ve rushed in without hesitation, even knowing it was dangerous.

But now… she wavered.

If the future her had to keep warning her, then the consequences of going must be worse than death itself.

Even now, Hot Noodles hadn’t fully experienced the worst yet.

Even when she was being hunted down by Qi Yu, Hot Noodles wasn’t this insistent.

“What are you going through right now?” she asked, taking a deep breath.

A second later—

[Contact does not exist.]

Fang Xiaocao clenched her teeth.

“Damn it!”

She cursed under her breath, then threw open her car door, got in, and started the engine.

She tried one last time:

“Han Xue, why don’t we meet somewhere else? I’ll treat you all to hotpot!”

If she could get them out of KTV, the danger level would drop drastically.

Even if Han Xue tried to spike their drinks, a public hotpot restaurant was way safer than a private KTV room.

And if Han Xue still insisted on taking someone away, it would likely be her alone, keeping the others safe—for now.

She had to save her friends.

It wasn’t about being a saint—she just couldn’t live with the guilt of leaving them behind.

And based on Hot Noodles’ warnings, it seemed she wouldn’t immediately be in mortal danger.

If she planned carefully and alerted the police in advance, she might make it out unscathed.

With that, she floored the gas pedal and sped toward the bar street.

Ding-dong!

Another message.

She checked—it was Han Xue.

[Han Xue: Xiaocao, just come over. Wen Shi’s already drunk, and Wan Qing says she doesn’t feel like eating hotpot.]

Attached is a video.

In it, Wen Shi lay sprawled on the KTV couch, her small face flushed red as she giggled absentmindedly. Wan Qing was yelling for Xiaocao to hurry over.

“Damn it.”

Fang Xiaocao cursed.

“Wan Qing, you dumb husky!”

Even through the screen, she could tell Wen Shi’s condition wasn’t right.

Wen Shi had a low alcohol tolerance, sure, but she never got drunk this fast.

And when she did, her face would turn pale—never this flushed!

Something was wrong.

“Alright, I’m on my way!”

She tossed her phone aside, tightened her grip on the steering wheel, and accelerated.

Inside the KTV Room

Seeing Fang Xiaocao’s message, Han Xue smirked.

“Alright, good work, everyone.”

She put down her phone and grinned.

“When Xiaocao gets here, you all know what to do, right?”

She turned to Su Wanqing and asked.

Though she was smiling, her voice was ice-cold—a clear threat.

“…Yeah,” Su Wanqing murmured.

“Good~” Han Xue beamed.

Su Wanqing clenched her fists.

“Han Xue, I’ve done what you wanted. Can you let them go now?”

She pointed to Yun Luoshu, who was being held down by security guards.

Han Xue just chuckled.

“Of course. I still need you all to cooperate later, after all.”

She waved a hand dismissively.

“Let her go.”

The security captain frowned but obeyed.

“Hmph. Acting all high and mighty… Just yesterday, you were begging us on your knees like a dog.”

He sneered at Han Xue in his mind.

But orders were orders.

“Let her go!” he barked.

The guards released Yun Luoshu.

Su Wanqing rushed over and helped her up.

“I’m fine…” Yun Luoshu muttered.

“Han Xue, at least let Luoshu take Wen Shi home,” Su Wanqing pleaded.

“Luoshu’s injured, and Wen Shi’s too drunk to help you anymore. If Xiaocao sees Luoshu’s wounds, she’ll get suspicious.”

Yun Luoshu had been beaten.

She and Su Wanqing had left to use the restroom earlier, and when they returned, Wen Shi was already passed out.

The moment they tried to leave with her—the security guards stopped them.

(End of Chapter 30)

Receiving Texts from the Future

Receiving Texts from the Future

收到未来短信,我赚百亿很合理吧
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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese

Full Title: Receiving Texts from the Future—Isn't Making Billions Only Natural?

A mysterious friend request from someone named "Scalding Hot Noodles" An unknown contact that doesn’t seem to exist. A message claiming to be from her future self, knowing everything about her past. Fang Xiaocao is completely bewildered. Scalding Hot Noodles: Danger ahead. Don’t go home tonight. “What kind of lunatic…?” Rolling her eyes, Fang Xiaocao dismisses the cryptic warning and unlocks her apartment door. Scalding Hot Noodles: At midnight, there will be knocking. If you don’t want to die, don’t turn on the light. 00:00:00 – Midnight. A sudden knock wakes her up. Just as she reaches for the bedside lamp, she remembers that bizarre message. She hesitates. Pulls her hand back. Hides under the covers until dawn. The next morning, news breaks—her neighbor, a single woman living alone, was murdered at midnight. Cold sweat drenches Fang Xiaocao. Scalding Hot Noodles: To celebrate surviving the night, head to the flea market before 3 PM. Booth #7. Buy the seventh inkstone on the left. The seller wants 80 yuan, but it’s worth 8 million. After last night, Fang Xiaocao dares not ignore the message. She buys the inkstone for 100 yuan. Antique Appraisal: Imperial Qianlong Inkstone—Valued at 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stands frozen in shock. Following the next set of instructions, she purchases a second-hand car… Only to get entangled in a murder case—along with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Who is behind these messages? Is it really her future self? Or is she unknowingly caught in some eerie, high-stakes game?
Content Warning:
This story contains scenes with bloody and violent descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and take care of yourself while reading.

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