Chapter 85: Maybe I Should Just Go Like This
Jiang Heyi saw that she looked young, probably only in her teens when she died. Pretty pitiful.
She hadn’t even eaten any good food.
Though, neither had he.
Moved by sympathy, he said, “I’ll try it for you. You just want to know the taste, right?”
“Yeah.” Chi Qian remembered once buying a can out of curiosity, but her third uncle threw it away before she could open it. Sigh.
“That’s simple, I’ll do it for you,” Jiang Heyi said. “Besides that, is there anything else?”
Chi Qian: “I also have a 1,500-word life observation essay I haven’t written yet.”
It was homework her grandfather had personally assigned, due by the end of summer break.
“I’ll write it for you,” Jiang Heyi promised.
Chi Qian’s eyes lit up instantly. “Honestly, from the moment I first saw you, I felt like we’d known each other forever—like best friends from a past life. Best friends should help each other, right? Helping with homework is totally reasonable!”
This little brother was surprisingly kind!
Jiang Heyi was dazed by her barrage of sweet words, the tips of his ears turning red. “B-best friends?”
“Of course!” Chi Qian said firmly. “From today on, we’re unrelated-by-blood but inseparable sisters! If I have meat to eat, you’ll have dishes to wash! I eat well, you suffer for it! We’re family, aren’t we?”
Finding someone willing to do her homework was no small feat.
She had to treasure him!
Jiang Heyi’s pale handsome face flushed, his head spinning.
He—he made a friend?
Even if she wasn’t human, sometimes ghosts were simpler than people.
Not bad at all.
To seal this friendship, Chi Qian shared with him one candied hawthorn.
Don’t ask why just one—she couldn’t bear to give more.
Did friendship really need something so material to prove it? No!
Chi Qian “floated” away the same way she came.
She heard her third uncle calling her. If she didn’t go back soon, he might drink her milk tea by himself.
Jiang Heyi clutched that candied hawthorn, reluctant to eat it, and carefully tucked it into a paper bag to bring home.
At the bottom of the apartment building, Gu Hua had been waiting a few times and finally caught him.
She fixed her appearance, smiled like the sweet girl-next-door, and then gave a little “ah!” as she pretended to trip in front of Jiang Heyi.
But the fourteen-year-old future arms tycoon didn’t know the first thing about schemes.
Right now, his head was full of his new “friend’s” homework.
So he simply stepped over Gu Hua.
And walked away.
Gu Hua: ?
What, was he blind?
She’d thrown herself down like a little beauty in front of him, and he didn’t even see??
Gu Hua got up angrily and asked her system: “Is he visually impaired?”
System: “Host, his eyesight is 5.0. Perfectly normal.”
“Then why didn’t he help me up?”
“Perhaps he didn’t notice. This future boss was very withdrawn in childhood and had antisocial tendencies. This behavior is normal.”
Gu Hua: “Forget it. I’ll try again another day. Let him wait in line. Give me someone easier to capture first.”
“…Yes.”
At the Jiang house—
Jiang Heyi bought surströmming and sat down with pen and paper, ready to write a review after eating.
He would seriously fulfill any promise he made.
Fully prepared, he opened the can.
When Jiang Zhuzhi returned from grocery shopping, the house reeked of rot—like someone was boiling feces inside.
“Heyi, are you in the kitchen?” He held his nose and went in, but found it empty. Then he checked the bedroom.
There, he saw Jiang Heyi collapsed at his desk, foaming at the mouth, beside what looked like a can of either feces or rotten socks—basically a biological weapon.
“Heyi! Heyi, are you alright?!”
“Heyi, wake up!”
Jiang Heyi, deceased.
*
Human joys and sorrows are never the same.
Chi Qian stayed at Chi Fengxiao’s house for two days before Chi Chaoshen came to “steal” her back, saying Fengxiao spoiled her with too much play.
“Steal” was more accurate than “take.”
Chi Fengxiao had only gone to the bathroom, and Chaoshen whisked her away.
When Fengxiao came out to an empty house, he questioned reality.
Was Chi Chaoshen a bandit??
Not exactly, but when it came to not spoiling kids, he shared the same stance as Chi Lisen.
The best way to educate a child was by personal example.
So Chi Chaoshen decided—except during surgery, he’d take Chi Qian with him everywhere for work.
So essentially, she became his special little assistant.
Chi Qian didn’t mind at all.
The weak complain about their environment, the strong change it. As a salted-fish, the only question was whether she wanted to lie flat, not whether she could!
—And it was definitely not because her second uncle offered a thousand yuan per hour that she compromised.
In the morning, Chi Chaoshen had several meetings: one medical seminar, one lecture, and an internal meeting.
By afternoon things weren’t as busy, so he took Chi Qian with him to do rounds in the VIP ward.
Normally, he wouldn’t need to handle this personally, but to set a good example for her, he had to look busy.
In the first room was the CEO of a large corporation, an old acquaintance of the Chi family.
He wasn’t really sick; it was more that, being old and not knowing which son to pass his empire to, he pretended to be dying in order to test them.
Whichever son showed the most care would inherit the company.
Like a game.
As soon as he saw Chi Chaoshen, the old man pulled him aside to pour out his troubles and asked for advice.
Chaoshen smiled politely. “Uncle He, I think you already know in your heart. You’re just asking me for reassurance, aren’t you?”
Mr. He sighed. “If only my sons had half your accomplishments, I wouldn’t be this troubled. If I could do it all over again…”
Chi Qian thought, Even if you could reroll, picking Li Bai wouldn’t help—he’s an assassin, not a bodhisattva. Can’t reverse fate for you.
“Uncle,” Chi Qian whispered, “you should just stop thinking about which son to give it to. None of them are yours anyway. It’d be more useful to consider your daughter.”
Chaoshen was caught off guard. “…Huh?”
“Those three sons are all your wife’s with other men. Only the eldest daughter from your first marriage is really yours.” Chi Qian muttered, “The man’s been glowing green on top of his head, yet he’s still daydreaming about inheritance. So optimistic.”
Chaoshen: “……”
He looked at Mr. He. “Uncle He, maybe this is a good chance to get your sons a full check-up. After all, to inherit a business, one needs a healthy body…”
Mr. He’s eyes lit up. “Chaoshen, you’re right! I’ll call my three sons over right now.”
“And you should have your daughter come too.”
“Ah, no need. Girls don’t need to inherit businesses.”
Chi Qian thought, Just wait—you won’t have a choice.
After the exams, the DNA results came back: Mr. He and his three sons had no blood relation.
Holding the results, Mr. He clutched his chest. “M-medicine, medicine…”
Chi Qian: “TikTok remix?”
“Help, help, help…”
Chi Qian: “Cold medicine?”
Mr. He: “……” Maybe I should just die here.
