Chapter Ninety-Five: Seeing Through Without Revealing

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Guanglan International, the golden floors.

Bang!

The sound of a soda can being set down startled Ping Lang, who had just stepped through the door.

He looked at Gu Qingming’s sullen face, then glanced at the ambiguous, intimate photos playing on the television. Instantly, he understood the cause.

“Well, you’d better not pay much attention to news like this. Who knows, one day you might see your own world come crashing down.”

Gu Qingming irritably rubbed his hair, his expression full of resentment. Anyone who didn’t know better might think someone had abandoned him.

“Isn’t there a launch event for the new variety show tomorrow?”

As soon as he spoke, Ping Lang’s hand trembled as he set down the show script, his face alarmed as he pointed at Gu Qingming. “Let me warn you: you’d better not pull any stunts at the conference tomorrow. Or else, rumors will be flying everywhere.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gu Qingming silently picked up his phone, looking for all the world like someone determined to stir up trouble, as if he couldn’t rest unless he was working overtime. “In that case, maybe I should just announce directly that I intend to pursue Shen Qingli.”

“No way!”

Ping Lang lunged, dodged the phone, then retreated three steps.

“All right, all right, just don’t go overboard at the conference. The internet is already buzzing with rumors about you and Shen Qingli.”

“If anything serious happens, you should know that Shen Qingli will be the one most hurt by it.”

After all, when these things erupt, the first victim is never the man, but always the woman.

Thinking of the things he’d uncovered after returning, Gu Qingming instantly calmed down.

“You’re right. I can’t bring her any more trouble.”

Seeing that Gu Qingming wasn’t going to make a scene, Ping Lang breathed a sigh of relief. When Gu Qingming had his mind set on something, there was no stopping him.

“Get some rest for tomorrow’s launch. These are all variety shows Ming Guang’s team received. Take a look—if you see one you like, let me know.”

Glancing at the towering stack of scripts, Gu Qingming waved him off. “Got it. Go on.”

Ping Lang departed. Gu Qingming idly riffled through the scripts, his gaze settling on one in particular.

“Love Overture?”

He read the premise: a romance program pairing ordinary people with celebrities. An idea sparked in his mind.

Conveniently, the director was his cousin. Without hesitation, he dialed her number.

…

Inside the villa, Xie Jinchuan was calming the turbulent energy within his body.

Upon hearing faint noises outside, he immediately rose from the bath, dressed, and walked out.

“Who’s there?”

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Upon hearing the man’s icy voice, Green Cilantro shivered.

Quickly, it raised its little paws. “Meow, meow, meow!”

Xie Jinchuan arched his brow, his tone uncertain. “Green Cilantro?”

Green Cilantro didn’t know why it couldn’t communicate directly with Xie Jinchuan. Growing anxious, it nodded rapidly.

A thought flickered in Xie Jinchuan’s mind, and he spoke in disbelief, “You actually broke free from your space and formed your own body.”

Green Cilantro meowed twice more, its tone urgent.

The man gathered a stream of spiritual energy, injecting it into Green Cilantro’s body. Instantly, her words appeared in his mind:

Immortal, immortal, tonight someone deliberately made trouble for Shen Qingli, but she drove them off. The troublemaker was Ye Qingqing.

Ye Qingqing?

Xie Jinchuan remembered: she was the little girl who had been resurrected by accident.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

No need to guess; this was certainly Rong Qiaoyi’s doing. “I really went too easy on her with that sword.”

Green Cilantro paused, then continued: I only became corporeal to protect Shen Qingli, that’s why I ended up like this.

Immortal, Ye Qingqing used the same resurrection story as before to provoke Shen Qingli. I’m afraid you two will have another misunderstanding.

Green Cilantro blurted it all out, then collapsed, panting heavily.

It was utterly exhausted!

Xie Jinchuan’s expression grew grim. “Resurrection is pure nonsense. Keeping that body is merely to help Shen Qingli adapt when she returns.”

“Once the task here is finished, the small world will collapse, and everything will vanish—including her body.”

Originally, Xie Jinchuan was using Shen Qingli’s divine consciousness and soul. If he used her actual body, those above would surely notice.

If they did, it would be even harder to handle.

Immortal, I still think it’s best if you clear up your misunderstandings.

Green Cilantro panted, unable to truly grasp human emotions.

It simply felt that letting this misunderstanding fester was no solution.

“Impossible.”

He still couldn’t directly kill Rong Qiaoyi. If he could, and obtain the power of the deer spirit—

He would have eliminated her long ago.

There was no need to wait until now.

But that spiritual power had to be given willingly. Otherwise, no matter how forcefully he tried, it would be unattainable.

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What about President Shen?

Xie Jinchuan furrowed his brow, silent for a long moment. His fingers twitched, and Green Cilantro felt a gentle energy envelop it.

It was the immortal’s spiritual power!

“Stay by my side and protect her. If there’s a chance, I’ll see if I can help you attain human form.”

Rest assured, immortal, I will fulfill this great mission!

No sooner had it spoken than the man whisked it away with a flick.

Just as Shen Qingli emerged from the bathroom, she saw Green Cilantro tumble headlong, landing in a heap. She arched her brow.

Instinctively, she glanced at the opposite villa where Xie Jinchuan resided.

“If you’re not used to this body, do you want to return to your space?”

She picked up the cat.

Host, I think this is just fine.

Smelling the familiar scent on Green Cilantro, Shen Qingli knew it had just seen him.

But she kept her silence, holding Green Cilantro close as she drifted into a deep sleep.

The man’s presence lingered around her, bringing a rare sense of peace.

For the first time since leaving him, Shen Qingli slept soundly.

The next morning, with the sunlight streaming in, Shen Qingli slowly awoke.

After all, Green Cilantro had turned into a cat and now looked quite aggrieved.

Host, I’m hungry.

She twitched her lips, changed clothes, grabbed a few meat buns on her way out, and settled into the passenger seat.

Green Cilantro sniffed, eyes instantly sparkling!

It dove right in.

At the company, Green Cilantro lay obediently on her shoulder, lazily licking its paws.

“Sister Shen!”

A man’s gentle greeting drew everyone’s attention.

Shen Qingli sighed, helpless. “Weren’t you supposed to go to the press conference first? Why are you here?”

Watching the man run over, Green Cilantro narrowed its eyes, claws gleaming!