Ouyang Yuyuan glanced at Chu Yi. “Master Zhang said it’s not that he can’t handle the Peach Blossom Evil; he’s worried about breaking the vase while hitting the rat. Now he has to wait for the Luopan Compass to recover and find the best timing before he can set up the altar for the ritual.”
He and Mu Jiajun both felt that without Chu Yi’s involvement, Master Zhang and Zhang Jue would have retreated after getting splashed. But if they left, Li Hongming and his wife would definitely call Chu Yi to clean up. Master Zhang had already lost once; fleeing again would ruin his reputation in the circle.
Li Hongming and his wife now regretted it deeply, but with Master Zhang saying he’d try once more, they were caught in a dilemma and could only choose to believe him.
During this time, they had been busy negotiating with the Wei couple. In their view, although Wei Xiaoxiao was entangled with the Peach Blossom Evil, she had chosen Li Yunkai, so she must still have some sanity left. With the Wei couple willing to help, it would surely aid the upcoming ritual.
But the Wei couple hadn’t chosen money back then and didn’t care for it now. They believed their obedient daughter wouldn’t have run out boldly if not for Li Yunkai deliberately seducing her.
Their daughter was gone, yet the culprit showed no remorse and continued living freely. It was impossible for them not to hate him.
“Both sides are doing it for their children, and neither will yield. It’s just pitiful for Yun Kai—the longer it’s delayed, the greater the risk of brain death…” Ouyang Yuyuan sighed while sneaking a glance at Chu Yi.
Chu Yi smiled knowingly. “From the way you put it, he’s not exactly a good guy.”
Even if he hadn’t taken advantage of Wei Xiaoxiao, he was still a playboy flitting among flowers. Him lying there one more day was good news for other nice girls.
Ouyang Yuyuan choked. “…”
He also doubted his taste in friends—these two scoundrels!
But he had known them since they were in split pants; he couldn’t be blamed for lacking judgment, right?
On the way back, Ouyang Yuyuan received a call from his cousin. “Did you give him the contract?”
“I did. Yi Ge said he’d think about it.”
“Didn’t he say anything else?”
“Uh, I told him about Yun Kai, and he didn’t react much.” Ouyang Yuyuan said disappointedly.
Who asked about Li Yunkai? He had mysteriously entered his phone again—didn’t he find that strange?
Yu Qingxian hung up helplessly. He had planned to find a chance to meet Chu Yi during signing, but who would have thought he’d see him that very night in the hotel restaurant.
This time, he had become the contract in his hand.
Yu Qingxian: “…Where’s your phone?”
The contract suddenly grew eyes and a mouth and spoke. Chu Yi, with two experiences already, wasn’t surprised at all and explained, “Out of battery, charging in the room.”
“You’re just in time—help me explain what this second item, third clause means.”
Yu Qingxian: “You sure? The boss behind these clauses is me.”
He worried Chu Yi didn’t know and kindly clarified.
“Oh, then asking you is perfect. You should understand it, right?” This President Yu seemed shrewd; he probably wasn’t some incompetent pretty boy.
Yu Qingxian felt doubted and blurted without thinking, “The third clause means that without the agency’s permission, you can’t privately take on any business activities including ad endorsements, commercial performances, licensing your likeness, etc.”
“I know ad endorsements and commercial performances. What’s licensing your likeness?”
“It means your photos can’t be used by others arbitrarily. Say your relatives or friends open a shop and want to use your photo for promotion to attract customers—that’s not allowed.”
“Oh~~” The old-timer made a sound like his database was updating.
Yu Qingxian snapped back. “Wait, don’t you realize how weird our situation is right now?”
If it was just the phone, fine. Now it was a piece of paper, but the only common point was that they were both near Chu Yi!
“I do, but it doesn’t seem to affect me?” Chu Yi raised a brow, then thought. “Mm, just be mindful—not to appear when I’m in special situations, like bathing or using the toilet. Thanks.”
Yu Qingxian: “…”
He took a deep breath. “I’d like to, but I can’t control it. Mr. Chu, I know you’re a master in certain aspects. I’m formally requesting: is there any way to resolve this situation for me?”
Chu Yi: “You sure? Don’t you think your condition is caused by me?”
This familiar phrasing made Yu Qingxian want to deep breathe again, but circumstances forced his hand. He could only confess, “To be honest, I suspected it. I got checked at the hospital and even visited a hidden master in Witch City. He said there’s no trace of spells on me.”
Of course, it could be that the spell was too advanced for the master to detect, but no need to tell Chu Yi that.
“A’Yuan speaks highly of you. I’ve looked into your character lately—you wouldn’t even hurt a rat. We have no grudge; you’d have no reason to harm me.”
Chu Yi: “Isn’t it possible that the rat made offerings to you?”
Yu Qingxian choked. “…Mr. Chu, name your price—as long as I can afford it.”
Chu Yi laughed. “Sorry, just kidding. I don’t fear karma, but I won’t abuse my status as a Xuanmen Cultivator. Since President Yu sincerely seeks help, come over sometime so I can take a look. I can’t diagnose from afar.”
Yu Qingxian breathed a sigh of relief. “Good.”
“Then President Yu, keep explaining the contract clauses. You have nowhere to go anyway, right?”
What could Yu Qingxian do? He couldn’t just stare awkwardly at Chu Yi in silence before leaving, could he?
“Fine!”
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