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Uncle, You’re Missing Me in Your Destiny – CH84

A Deal — Possessed by a Ghost

Chapter 84: A Deal — Possessed by a Ghost

Qin Mochen’s expression turned serious as he continued, “Boys at this age aren’t qualified to do whatever they please. They can’t even see their own future path clearly yet, but they’re already thinking about love and romance. They can’t give the other person anything, they can’t shoulder the responsibilities they should—doesn’t that match what you called ‘acting like a hooligan’?”

Su Keke nodded, fully agreeing. “Right. Just like taking money and not doing the work—both are hooligan behavior.”

Heh-heh, she didn’t expect Uncle to actually remember what she said.

“As for girls, they’re even more likely to suffer in this kind of thing. If they don’t even cherish themselves, who are they expecting to cherish them?”

Su Keke nodded again.

“It’s nothing more than youthful restlessness and curiosity driving it. If something really happens, neither side can bear that responsibility. Even if nothing happens, this kind of immature affection can easily affect a person’s mood and disrupt their studies.

“At whatever age you are, you should do what fits that age. Right now, your task is to study hard. When you’re a bit older, when studying becomes secondary, then you can manage your relationships.”

Qin Mochen was usually a man of few words. This was the first time Su Keke had heard him speak at such length.

His low, deep voice sounded really nice.

Su Keke felt that with such a pleasant voice, whatever he said would make sense.

“Uncle, I understand. Actually, I also think it’s not right, so don’t worry, Uncle—I definitely won’t learn from them. I won’t have puppy love.”

She had originally planned to only consider these things after thirty anyway. If she didn’t meet the right person, not getting married was fine too. The reason she asked Uncle about it was purely out of curiosity—whether she was an old-fashioned little antique.

Luckily, Uncle’s views matched hers.

Seeing how obedient she was, Qin Mochen felt satisfied. He couldn’t help raising a big hand to ruffle her hair, and his deep voice carried a hint of ease and pleasure. “Mm. Good girl.”

With the mock exam about to arrive, Su Keke had been getting busier and busier these past two days. In the daytime, she studied and did practice questions nonstop at school; at night, after she got home, she still did questions.

Qin Mochen was also in the study at night. Su Keke noticed he was even busier than she was. Uncle had always handled work in the evenings before, but these last two days, the workload seemed heavier.

“Uncle, have you been this busy lately?” Su Keke paused her pen and asked him.

Qin Mochen gave a low “Mm.” “Recently, I’ve been studying new things during the day, so I leave the unimportant documents for the night.”

“With Uncle’s status and position, you still need to learn new things? Is it work-related?” Su Keke asked curiously.

“The sea of learning has no shore. Everyone has a lot they can learn,” Qin Mochen replied.

As for Su Keke’s second question, he simply ignored it.

Su Keke’s lips moved as if she still wanted to say something, but at that moment, her phone rang.

There weren’t many people in her contacts. Whoever was calling at this hour…

She picked up her phone and looked—an unfamiliar number.

The moment she answered, a woman’s hoarse voice came through the receiver. “Master, it’s me…”

After Su Keke hung up, she didn’t move right away. Instead, she asked her uncle, “Uncle, can I take on… private work?”

When Qin Mochen heard the words “private work,” his expression became subtly strange for a split second.

“Use a different word. Next time, don’t say ‘take private work.’”

“Then what should I say?” Su Keke asked.

“Go on a mission.”

And so, Su Keke took her uncle on a mission.

She felt quite embarrassed. “It’s so late, and I still have to make Uncle run around with me.”

Qin Mochen carried Su Keke’s small backpack in one hand and pressed the top of her head with the other. “I said I’d keep you within my line of sight as much as possible. I’ll do what I said.”

Su Keke secretly curled her lips into a grin.

The two of them went straight to the address He Rui had given. This person was the apprentice Su Keke had seen last time at John’s shop.

The woman who opened the door looked very pale—far more haggard than when Su Keke had seen her before.

“The yin energy on you is even heavier,” Su Keke frowned.

He Rui glanced at the man standing behind Su Keke, a little surprised. But in her current state, she had no mind to care about such things.

“Fourth Master Qin, Miss Su, come in.”

The moment Su Keke entered, she swept her gaze around, and her brows drew tightly together.

“Ghost-sha qi…”

“It’s formed into sha?”

Hearing her muttering under her breath, He Rui felt a bit more assured and asked in a lowered voice, “Miss Su, you can see those… unclean things?”

“I’m a Dao cultivator. Of course I can see them.”

“Then… is she still here?” He Rui asked cautiously. Sometimes she could see that thing, sometimes she couldn’t.

“Not right now. But whether she’ll be here later—that’s hard to say.”

Hearing this, He Rui’s eyes—shot through with red veins—opened wide. “I knew it. She wouldn’t let me off so easily.”

Su Keke kept a straight little face and said seriously, “I think you’d better tell me the whole cause and effect. That will help me judge certain things.”

He Rui fell silent. Then, in some sudden second, she covered her face and broke down, crying loudly.

The man standing to Su Keke’s side with his arms crossed had no expression, his brows slightly knitted.

Su Keke didn’t urge her, only reminded her: “Your body is already very weak. If you keep crying like this, you’ll only get weaker, and it’ll be easier for it to succeed.”

Only then did He Rui stop crying. Sniffling and choking, she told them what had happened.

Her mother had fallen seriously ill and needed an enormous surgery fee. That thing was something He Rui had run into on her way back from visiting the patient.

It was a young female ghost. At the time, He Rui was in a daze, her aura weakened, so she saw her.

Then He Rui was bewitched.

The female ghost said she had money and could give it to He Rui—as long as He Rui would lend her body to use at night.

Because she had died too suddenly, there were many things she hadn’t done, many wishes unfinished. She wanted to use He Rui’s body to fulfill her desires.

At first, their cooperation was fairly smooth. At night, He Rui lent her body to the female ghost, and by early the next morning, she would see an extra sum of money in her phone account.

And every day when He Rui woke up, aside from soreness in her waist and back and a faint perfume scent on her clothes, she didn’t notice anything unusual. The female ghost even deliberately took a shower before returning the body.

He Rui didn’t know where the ghost went with her body or what she did, but the ghost had promised her from the beginning that she would never do anything that harmed others.

“…She really didn’t harm other people, but the one she harmed was me!” He Rui’s eyes were red from crying.

Yesterday morning, He Rui hadn’t woken up in her own bed. She woke up in a private room filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol, and a man was on top of her…

She screamed out of control and struggled desperately, but that man covered her mouth, even slapped her, cursing that she was a whore pretending to be virtuous, along with many other disgusting, ugly words.

Only then did He Rui suddenly understand what method the female ghost had used to get the money.

That whole day, she was numb like a walking corpse.

“…No matter how short of money I am, I would never take that kind of road. She completely ruined my reputation! She actually harmed me like this! Disgusting—disgusting to death!”

Uncle, You’re Missing Me in Your Destiny

Uncle, You’re Missing Me in Your Destiny

叔,你命中缺我
Score 9.3
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2018 Native Language: Chinese
“Uncle, I see darkness gathering at your forehead—there’s a bloody calamity coming today. Best not to travel far.” Su Keke flashed a grin, showing her neat little white teeth. Qin Mochen promptly turned down the blind-date dinner arranged by his elders. “Uncle, lately your eyes look watery, your complexion is rosy, and the corners of your lips keep lifting unconsciously—someone’s about to have a peach-blossom romance!” Qin Mochen fixed the little girl with a deep, unreadable gaze. Later, with Su Keke riding on his back, she said with a mischievous smile, “Uncle, I’ve done the math—hehe—you’re missing me in your fate.” When Su Keke became Mrs. Qin, the Qin family collectively exploded: That’s her! That shameless man! The one who turned a girl who’d been calling him ‘uncle’ for years into his wife—an old bull eating tender grass, absolutely disgraceful! The utterly shameless Fourth Master Qin, however, promoted his young wife with a straight face: “Fortune-telling, face reading, warding off misfortune, ghost hunting and exorcism, feng shui and dragon-vein locating—Su-brand services. One and only, no branches. Worth having.” Tags: A seemingly harmless, naturally dense little fortune-teller who plays dumb but hides her claws × a outwardly proper, inwardly scheming, abstinent-type uncle.

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