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Chapter 195 - 160: Even the Dead Have Style (Update 1)_2

Chapter 195: Chapter 160: Even the Dead Have Style (Update 1)_2

Although the unexpected discovery of some matters between Fang Yu and Ding Hui was concerning, the outcome of the trip was still good, at least Fang Yu wasn’t in any serious trouble.

Lord Li Baizhen waved his hand and left.

Fang Yu closed the door and turned around, only to see his stunned second elder sister at the doorway.

"Second..."

Just as Fang Yu raised his hand, his second sister silently ran over, treading soundly, and hugged Fang Yu tightly.

"Big brother... is there any news about big brother?"

Her voice was trembling, with a sobbing tone.

"Not yet, but we can thoroughly investigate the Peony Workshop now."

Fang Yu gently placed his hand on his second sister’s head.

Tears started streaming from the corners of her second sister’s eyes.

"That’s great... That’s so great..."

Fang Yu comforted her for a while until she calmed down a bit, then she seemed to remember something, quickly pushed Fang Yu away, and asked with a flushed face.

"What about Miss Ding? Is she still in the room?"

"She left early because she had something to attend to."

It’s not just something; she couldn’t wait to instantly teleport back to Research Demon Mansion.

"She left?"

Second Sister felt a sense of relief, then she thought of last night, suddenly turned around, and ran treading soundly towards Fang Yu’s room.

This move left Fang Yu completely baffled.

By the time he followed her, he saw the second sister lifting the quilt and staring at the bedsheet.

Just as Fang Yu wondered what she was doing, his second sister suddenly seemed angered, huffingly took away Fang Yu’s bedsheets and quilt.

"Second sister?"

"Second sister!"

"Second sister, what’s wrong with you?"

Fang Yu called out several times before his second sister stopped, her body trembling slightly as if she was holding back her emotions, she said in a low voice.

"I’m going to do the laundry! I’m very angry today, just leave me alone!"

After saying that, she stormed off in a huff.

Fang Yu scratched his head, totally confused.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, his face changed, and he hurriedly climbed onto the wooden bed, lay down, and logged out of the game.

Elsewhere, the angry second sister was vigorously soaking the bedsheets and quilt in a wooden tub.

There were no stains on the sheets!

"Wicked woman! Wicked woman! Wicked woman!"

"Just knows how to deceive Diao Deyi!"

"I don’t agree to this marriage!"

Second Sister waved her fists, thinking back to the previous night.

No wonder the bed was shaking so loudly.

What a debauched woman! So improper!

Second Sister snorted heavily, feeling like she had more reason to separate Diao Deyi from that Miss Ding.

As if to vent her anger, she soon began to vigorously wash the bedsheets and quilt.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty!

These bed linens must be washed clean, then given back to Diao Deyi to use!

"With big brother not around, I’m the decision maker at home!"

"I can’t let Diao Deyi be deceived by a wicked woman!"

"No wonder I felt uncomfortable upon seeing that Miss Ding last night! Women’s intuition!"

"Humph!"

...

In reality.

Fang Yu opened his eyes.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!!"

"Ruined! Ruined! Ruined!!"

Fang Yu glanced at the time and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom.

Without even bothering for the hot water, he started showering, washing his hair, and brushing his teeth all in one go.

Thump thump thump!

At this moment, someone knocked on the door from outside.

"Gurgle gurgle!"

Fang Yu, with a mouth full of toothpaste, called out.

Who is it!

Ding ding ding—ding ding ding—

The ringtone from the mobile phone left in the room began to ring.

Crap!

Fang Yu swallowed a mouthful of water, spat out the toothpaste foam, then while running back to the room, he shouted.

"Wait a minute!"

He picked up his phone first as he got back to his room.

The caller ID displayed—Qi Xiaojin.

Sister Jin.

Fang Yu quickly answered the phone.

"Sister Jin, what’s up?"

The knocking at the door stopped immediately.

"Today is Uncle Zhou and Uncle Wang’s funeral procession day, and it’s almost time. Aren’t you leaving the house yet?"

"I’m getting ready now, will be out soon."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you at the door. Let’s go together."

Huh? At the door?

So it was you who knocked just now.

Fang Yu was about to say something else when the call was already disconnected.

A gust of wind blew in from outside, so cold he shivered.

Damn it, came out to answer the phone wearing nothing, it’s freezing to death.

He hurried back to continue his grooming routine.

Meanwhile, Qi Xiaojin outside the door, slowly retracted her hand from the door.

Just now, if Fang Yu had answered the call a little later, the door would have been smashed to pieces.

Although the place was equipped with many surveillance devices, life is full of unexpected events.

What if Fang Yu was inside, got electrocuted in the shower? Or knocked his head and fell unconscious?

In crucial moments, decisiveness is needed.

The door is not worth much, so what if it’s smashed, they could just find someone to fix it later. If something happened to Fang Yu, Qi Xiaojin would be willing to blow up the whole building.

Today, Qi Xiaojin’s outfit was all black, with a black veil on her head.

It looked a bit like the attire of a Western funeral, quite striking.

Or rather, very striking, but Qi Xiaojin didn’t care.

Having been through the apocalypse and rebirth, she no longer bothers much about many things.

In other respects, she could afford to be casual, as long as she protects those who need it.

In the game, she had successfully infiltrated the Black Withered Saint Sect; her task now was to lie low within it and use the identity and power of the foolish saintess to grow and develop, finally finding a relatively stable place to call home.

The nonstop path of development could be slowed down a bit, transitioning into a management phase.

The Black Withered Saint Sect wasn’t a righteous sect, and their actions tended a bit toward the dark side.

The word "Saint" was self-proclaimed.

But with enormous influence and strong power, nobody dared to criticize.

Sects like these are rife with internal turmoil and fierce infighting; various schemes and machinations had to be carefully navigated.

The one good thing was that, according to the records of events left by the Dispassionate Immortal, there was a lot of information about people close to the saintess.

If she played her cards right, her development should not face any big issues.

Creak.

Just as Qi Xiaojin thought of this, the door opened.

Seeing Fang Yu with his half-dried, messy hair, Qi Xiaojin couldn’t help but smile.

In the previous life, after the apocalypse, most places had no electricity.

They rarely had a place to wash their hair and could only wait for it to dry naturally.

Therefore, Fang Yu often had half-dried hair just like now.

But... at that time, Fang Yu had grown long hair, resembling an ancient Immortal, with flowing locks and an air of transcendence.

Of course, even this short hair looks quite cute now!

"Sister Jin, your outfit today..."

Fang Yu gaped, feeling that Qi Xiaojin’s dress gave off a cosplay vibe.

In Jiangnan City, it’s very uncommon to wear Western funeral attire.

It’s too weird; wearing something more ordinary would be better.

But Qi Xiaojin seemed indifferent and lightly laughed.

"How is it? Fits well, doesn’t it?"

Fang Yu could only nod awkwardly.

Watching the somewhat reserved Fang Yu, Qi Xiaojin’s thoughts inevitably drifted to the days after the apocalypse, their close-knit, side-by-side battles for survival.

But that relationship was formed over five years of continuous interaction, shared experiences, and life together during the apocalypse.

To Fang Yu now, she was just a slightly familiar landlord.

But Qi Xiaojin wasn’t in a hurry.

As long as Fang Yu was alive and by her side, that was enough for her.

The two went downstairs.

Below, there was even a black sedan waiting for them.

Fang Yu was taken aback.

But it wasn’t far.

After about three to four minutes of driving, they stopped at an intersection.

Then, they waited.

With nothing better to do, Fang Yu covertly observed Qi Xiaojin.

He always felt that Sister Jin had recently changed her style; she became much gentler and no longer as irritable as before.

Moreover, before, he and Sister Jin only had a landlord-tenant relationship.

Lately, for some unknown reason, they’ve been in contact a lot more.

Sister Jin is about the same age as Fang Yu, attractive, and wealthy. Aside from her bizarre cooking, she’s practically flawless.

Anyone like her would be considered a goddess on the outside.

Fang Yu hadn’t thought much about it before, but now, with eighty thousand yuan in hand and making money from the game, his mind seemed to wander a bit.

A gentle breeze carried her subtle fragrance to his nose.

Fang Yu suddenly felt restless.

In the game, having a beauty standing by his side, he wouldn’t even bother lifting his eyelids.

Second Sister, the recently deceased Wu Ruqiang, and Shi Zhongmei, among others.

All had their own charm.

But Fang Yu was completely unmoved.

Yet in reality...

Just standing next to an impossible landlord made him feel uncomfortable.