Chapter 214: Buy Buy Buy, Buy It All!
Feng Jingcheng looked at Jiang Huiqin’s corpse and fell silent too, his emotions exceptionally complex.
Xiao Qidong’s smile faded from his face as he hurriedly spoke up: “I’ll handle it, I’ll handle it.”
After all, it was because of him that Sun Jiajun and Jiang Huiqin had been drawn here, so he should take responsibility for wrapping things up.
While Xiao Qidong took out his mobile phone to call his own unlucky old man to negotiate, Nan Yuanman took out a stack of talismans from her small shoulder bag and stuffed them one by one into the pockets of the servants lying unconscious on the ground.
The energy of the talismans slowly took effect, repairing the servants’ five viscera and six bowels that had been shaken and injured.
Feng Jingcheng helped Nan Yuanman stuff talismans into the servants.
Then Nan Yuanman took out Purification Talismans to purify the yin energy, residual ghost energy, and grievance in the manor.
She glanced at Jiang Huiqin’s corpse, her small mouth pursing slightly. Still, she couldn’t help approaching her, gently grasping her dry, thin fingers, and lowering her eyes to recite the reincarnation incantation.
Even knowing that Jiang Huiqin’s soul had been completely absorbed by Sun Jiajun with no next life, Nan Yuanman still wanted to recite the reincarnation incantation for her.
She couldn’t explain why, but she thought about it and then did it.
After Xiao Qidong finished his call, he turned his head and saw this scene. Just as he was about to call out to her, he saw Feng Jingcheng make a silencing gesture to him.
The two quietly watched as the little dumpling finished reciting the reincarnation incantation, then ran to the sofa to pick up her small blanket and cover Jiang Huiqin with it, giving her the final dignity.
Feng Jingcheng’s heart softened completely, his gaze on her exceptionally gentle and proud.
His sister was indeed the greatest good person under heaven!
After doing all this, Feng Jingcheng took Nan Yuanman to wash her hands, while Xiao Qidong took responsibility for sending the unconscious servants back to their rooms.
To avoid them waking up and seeing the dry corpse, getting frightened and causing a commotion.
Nan Yuanman stood in front of the washstand specially prepared for her by the butler, matching her height at this age, obediently stretching out her small hands for Feng Jingcheng to wash them. Her pink steamed bun face showed a bit of puzzled confusion.
While washing, Feng Jingcheng saw her face wrinkled like steamed bun folds and couldn’t resist pinching it, asking her: “What is your little head thinking about?”
“Sixth Brother, tell me… that auntie clearly knew that brother did wrong, so why did she still help him? She died because she helped him. Was it… worth it?”
Yuanman couldn’t figure it out.
Grandpa always told her and the clients that when a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out. At the moment of that person’s death, the connection with living people in this lifetime is already over. The living should strive to look forward and not stubbornly cling to the deceased.
This was bad for both the dead and the living.
But Jiang Huiqin’s obsessive manner, knowing full well it was a bottomless abyss ahead yet throwing herself in regardless, left her somewhat baffled.
Why do it like that? Was it worth it?
Clearly… if she stayed alive, she could still have a little child.
“For us, it wasn’t worth it.” Feng Jingcheng pulled out a soft disposable towel to wipe her hands: “But for her, it probably was.”
He had originally wanted to use Nan Yuanman’s mother as an example, but the words on the tip of his tongue were too hard to say aloud. Instead, he said: “Just like… how your great aunt and great uncle risked their lives to protect me back then.”
“Jiang Huiqin might have some flaws in her character and morals, but when it comes to loving her children, she was absolutely fine. She… was a qualified mother.”
“Moreover… when it comes to parents sacrificing for their children, there’s no boundary between worth it and not. It purely depends on whether they are qualified parents.”
Nan Yuanman nodded as if she understood but not fully, tilting her little head and sighing like a little adult: “Adults are so complicated.”
“Humans are inherently complex creatures.” Feng Jingcheng tapped her little nose and spoke thoughtfully: “By the way, Yuanman, are you going to start kindergarten soon?”
She was five years old now, the age to go to kindergarten, right?
Wait until little uncle comes back tonight and discuss it with him.
Before Nan Yuanman could ask what kindergarten was, a big head with a talisman stuck on it poked in from outside the restroom: “Yuanman, I’ve had someone take the dry corpse away! Um…”
Xiao Qidong pointed at the talisman on his forehead: “Can I take this thing off now?”
With a talisman on his head, he looked like he was cosplaying a zombie from a movie.
“You can, but…” Before Nan Yuanman finished speaking, she saw Xiao Qidong quickly tear off the talisman.
The next second, the door he was holding up made a crisp creaking sound and broke in the middle. He stumbled, and his whole body fell headfirst into the restroom from outside like an onion being planted upside down, sprawling flat on his back.
“Ouch!!”
“Even after taking it off, you’ll still be unlucky for a while… da.” Nan Yuanman was stunned for a few seconds before subconsciously finishing her sentence.
Xiao Qidong: “…”
Xiao Qidong lay on the ground utterly despondent and slapped the talisman back onto his head with a smack.
Feng Jingcheng lifted his hand and pointed at the door panel under him: “This door cost five hundred thousand. Remember to compensate me.”
Xiao Qidong drew out his voice: “Got it.”
Feng Jingcheng carried Nan Yuanman and stepped over Xiao Qidong’s legs to go out, but Xiao Qidong quickly crawled up and grabbed his little leg: “Wait!”
“Yuanman, how many days will this bad luck of mine last?”
Nan Yuanman nestled in Feng Jingcheng’s arms like a little cat, poking out her little head to look at him: “Seven days.”
“Two consecutive clashes with evil aura—not only did your yang energy leak out, but your yang fire weakened too. Your luck has hit rock bottom.”
“For these seven days, you’d better get lots of sun, do lots of good deeds, cultivate your mind and body, and avoid going out. Otherwise, accidents will come very easily.”
The little dumpling said seriously: “You’ll really really easily have an accident and die!”
Xiao Qidong nodded obediently: “I got it. I’ll stay home obediently.”
He didn’t dare go out playing around again before his yang energy was fully replenished.
He knew he was wrong QAQ.
Seeing how genuinely scared he was, Nan Yuanman let him tear off the talisman, fold it into a triangle, and put it in his pocket.
She also gave him a Sun Gathering Talisman and an amulet.
Xiao Qidong was truly afraid now. One amulet wasn’t enough; he directly wanted to buy all of Nan Yuanman’s amulets until she said each person was limited to ten, then he regretfully changed his mind.
After buying the talismans, Xiao Mingchen arrived too. He brought gifts to sincerely thank Nan Yuanman and prepared an exceptionally generous reward.
He had overheard what Nan Yuanman warned Xiao Qidong about in the hospital. He arranged for people to watch him, but the company was too busy, and he simply couldn’t spare the time to monitor him constantly.
In the blink of an eye, this brat slipped out to drink with friends, infuriating him to no end.
Fortunately, he wasn’t so stupid as to not call for help when trouble arose. Otherwise, Xiao Mingchen would really have to start over with a new account.
After thanking Nan Yuanman, Xiao Mingchen turned and smacked Xiao Qidong on the head, speaking in exasperation: “Now you know it hurts, huh? Are you going out to mess around with those fair-weather friends of yours again?”
Xiao Qidong grimaced and rubbed his sore head, speaking all aggrieved: “Dad, I just escaped death, and you’re hitting me. It hurts so much.”
“Better you hurt to death than lose your life messing around with those fair-weather friends!” Xiao Mingchen sneered.
Xiao Qidong: “…” This was truly his dad.
Xiao Mingchen didn’t stay long with Xiao Qidong. After giving the reward, he went to handle the follow-up cleanup. After all, it was a Sun family member who died, so there would be some haggling with the Sun family.
The manor quieted down. The servants who had inexplicably fallen asleep woke up but didn’t dare make a sound, obediently continuing their work, afraid the master would discover they were slacking.
Nan Yuanman and Feng Jingcheng didn’t say much either. After resting a bit, they continued going to the vegetable patch. Only after Feng Jingcheng’s help allowed Nan Yuanman to plant that small plot did she return to her room satisfied to wash up.
At the same time.
In the Old Town Area on the eastern suburbs of Shangjing.
Jiang Tianzong tightly gripped Jiang Xinxin’s hand, standing at the entrance of an old residential complex.
Jiang Xinxin nestled beside Jiang Tianzong, curiously and nervously tugging at his clothes hem, asking: “Grandpa, is this where we’ll live from now on?”
Jiang Tianzong’s eyes deepened as he softly hummed, leading Jiang Xinxin into the residential complex until they stood in front of a dilapidated room door.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
