The Wei couple didn’t even know the man’s name, so Chu Yi had no choice but to leave it to the Special Affairs Office. It was their jurisdiction anyway.
Yu Qingxian: “Why not call them?”
“It’s rest time now.” Chu Yi said solemnly, then eyed President Yu suspiciously. “As a boss, do you call your employees in the middle of the night?”
He looked like he’d grab his bucket and run if Yu did.
Yu Qingxian, who had wanted to explain that this was an emergency and a call was fine: “…”
Fine, typing it was. He’d just assume capable people had quirky ways of thinking…
“Done.” Yu Qingxian sent the WeChat message and returned the Mobile Phone. Chu Yi pocketed it without looking, stretched lazily, and said, “Let’s go. Time to head back and sleep.”
He always went to bed early and rose early. He’d just fought the Peach Blossom Evil and consumed a lot of internal force. He was nearly exhausted.
Yu Qingxian: “Head back to sleep? This isn’t why you insisted on sending a message instead of calling, is it?”
Chu Yi’s old face reddened symbolically. “It’s been years since it happened anyway. If that bad guy wanted to run, he would’ve run long ago. No point rushing.”
Yu Qingxian: Makes sense…
Chu Yi suddenly remembered something and rummaged for his Three Copper Coins. He regretfully discovered that two of them had cracked, and the only intact one was twisted and deformed.
Yu Qingxian saw it and probed, “These Three Copper Coins have special meaning to you, right? How about I hire a professional restorer to fix them for you?”
He wondered if they’d still have such power after restoration…
“No need.” Chu Yi casually tossed the Three Copper Coins away. “They’re just five-yuan knockoffs. I can buy more when I get the chance.”
“Five yuan?” Yu Qingxian’s mouth twitched. Had he heard wrong?
“Yeah, five yuan for three bundled. I think the boss even made a profit off me.”
The boss had smiled happily when taking his money and told him to come back anytime. If that wasn’t profit, what was?
Yu Qingxian struggled: “…Actually, there’s no need to be so thrifty.”
Chu Yi glanced at him, sighed, and nodded. “President Yu is right. You get what you pay for. I put a lot of effort into refining these Three Copper Coins and soaked them in black dog blood. They broke after barely two uses—such a bad deal. But I was broke back then and bought these Tianshun Tongbao on a whim at the market because they caught my eye.”
Tianshun Tongbao? Yu Qingxian noted it down.
Before leaving, Chu Yi didn’t forget to tell the Wei couple to get more sun over the next month. Wei Father wanted to give him a handling fee, but considering their situation, Chu Yi symbolically accepted ten thousand.
After getting in the car, Yu Qingxian asked, “From what I know, you charged fifty thousand to read Li Yunkai’s physiognomy and two hundred fifty thousand to catch the little ghost for the film crew’s martial artist. Why were you so lenient with the Wei family?”
He didn’t think Chu Yi charged too much. In fact, Li Hongming had offered five million to Master Zhang, which rose to ten million after the Peach Blossom Evil repelled him. Chu Yi’s fees were dirt cheap compared to his abilities.
Chu Yi told him what the Wei couple had lost and added, “They’ve lost their only daughter and will spend the rest of their lives doing good deeds and giving away money. If they don’t meet someone grateful, they’ll likely end up poor and uncared for in old age…”
The implication was they were miserable enough. No need to fleece them further. He accepted money to follow protocol; otherwise, they’d owe him karma.
With everything discussed, the car fell quiet again. Aside from the driver’s sounds, an awkward atmosphere quietly spread.
Yu Qingxian glanced at Chu Yi and tried to speak as an experienced person. “Are you embarrassed because of that earlier joke? No need at all. Though I’ll soon be your boss, we can act like friends in private.”
Chu Yi’s talent in mystical arts was exceptionally high, and he handled affairs methodically. Yu Qingxian often forgot he was just a handsome young man in his twenties who blushed easily.
“No.” Chu Yi pursed his lips. Seeing no one else in the car, he came out with it. “Qin Xiaoran asked me some questions about President Yu that made me a bit awkward.”
Yu Qingxian thought for a moment and understood. “Qin Xiaoran’s private life is a bit… indulgent, and his words and actions are rather bold. Whatever he said to you, don’t take it to heart.”
Qin Xiaoran wasn’t married and had no fixed partner, so how he played was his business. The company couldn’t interfere.
In his career, though Qin Xiaoran mainly did TV dramas, his acting was solid with several well-received works. He wasn’t just an idol pretty boy. The media had exposed him playing with men several times, and he’d gone from covering it up to embracing it. Unless something explosive came out, he wouldn’t really collapse.
It was like those artists with good reputation personas—any scandal blew up big. But those who openly said “I love to play” barely caused ripples when photographed, because everyone was used to it.
“If you don’t want him getting the wrong idea, I can privately find a chance to explain to him?” Yu Qingxian glanced at Chu Yi’s profile, unsure if he was Qin Xiaoran’s type.
“No need. If I weren’t happy, I’d have my ways to shut him up.” Chu Yi tugged the corner of his mouth. It’d be weirder if President Yu specially explained to someone.
They might think there was no silver here—three hundred taels hidden…
Yu Qingxian thought of it too. All because of that blabbermouth Ouyang Yuyuan spreading rumors. Now clarifying was awkward, and not clarifying was awkward.
