A Female Lead Wants a Lifelong Union With Me (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 14

Lin Ruoxue produced a red string from somewhere and threaded the pearl onto it.

She stood up, leaned down, and carefully tied the red string around An He’s neck.

An He was startled by her actions. She glanced at the surrounding ghosts who were drinking and instinctively tried to shrink away.

Lin Ruoxue gave her no chance to hide. She gently pressed down on An He’s shoulders, then leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “Don’t move, or I’ll kiss you right here.”

This threat was highly effective. An He froze immediately, keeping her head down and letting the other woman fuss over her.

Lin Ruoxue’s palms were warm, but her fingertips were slightly cool; An He gave a small shiver as they touched her. She could feel Lin Ruoxue brushing aside the hair on her neck, her fingertips tracing down the back of her neck, touching her skin intentionally or otherwise.

It was just tying a string, yet An He felt as if an entire century had passed.

It wasn’t until Lin Ruoxue finally withdrew her hands that An He let out a sigh of relief. She looked up slightly and met Lin Ruoxue’s smiling face and those bright eyes.

“You are mine,” Lin Ruoxue said, looking back at her. Her voice sounded both firm and devout.

“Forever and ever, you belong to me.”

Driven by her excellent professional ethics, An He actually managed to sit at her stall until noon.

Lin Ruoxue had gone back upstairs midway for something and hadn’t come down for a long while.

With nothing to do, An He continued chatting with the System in her mind, listening to stories of the various hosts it had managed over the years. There were all sorts of people and a wide variety of tales; An He listened with great interest.

Just as the System was about to “strike the gavel” and announce that the rest of the story would be told in the next installment, a man suddenly appeared at the door.

He walked hurriedly with a sharp gaze, stepping over the threshold and heading straight for An He.

An He was stunned to find that it was the same man she had bumped into by chance before. It was him—the one who had slammed into her on the Ghost Festival and left without a single word of apology.

An He had never had a good impression of this person. Not only that, but she kept feeling that he looked incredibly familiar. So familiar, in fact, that she could memorize his face with just one glance and couldn’t forget it even after a long time.

“You’re the Great Immortal, right?” The man sat down in front of her and slammed the sword he was carrying onto the table with an air of wild arrogance.

An He didn’t answer him. She simply picked up the compass at her side, gently stroking the tassel, never once looking at him.

Seeing that An He was ignoring him, the man’s eyes darkened a few shades. He raised his voice and asked again, “Are you the Great Immortal?!”

He made quite a ruckus, drawing the attention of the surrounding ghosts.

“Is there even a need to ask?” An He arched an eyebrow and let out a light sigh. “Can you find a second person in this room who looks more like a ‘Great Immortal’ than me?”

Her voice was flat as water as she said this, yet to the man’s ears, it sounded incredibly mocking. The man pursed his lips; presumably, because he needed something from her, he suppressed his temper and didn’t explode.

“I’ve heard your divinations are quite accurate. I wonder if you could cast one for me?” After a moment, he smiled and casually placed a gold ingot on the table.

An He: Oh-ho, another ingot. Who knows if this one is made of mud too.

“What do you wish to calculate?” This time An He was more cautious. As she moved the ingot into the saucer, she scrutinized it thoroughly. Sensing it was likely real, she felt slightly more at ease.

“Calculate my path to immortality,” the man laughed. “Let’s see exactly when I will reach the pinnacle of power!”

The path to immortality?

Hearing this term, An He finally looked up to properly size up the man before her. She had originally thought he was a ghost, but she hadn’t expected him to be a living person. Had he also wandered in by mistake during the Ghost Festival?

“Mm, pick three numbers then.” An He was suspicious, but she didn’t show it on her face. Her voice remained devoid of emotion.

Once the man finished picking his numbers, he sat there with wide eyes, waiting for An He to do the math.

An He observed that although his clothes were simple—one could even say they were leaning toward being dirty and tattered—his eyes were full of confidence, as if carrying a spark of bright light. But that light was far less pleasant or comfortable than Lin Ruoxue’s; instead, it carried a hint of madness.

“Chikou (Red Mouth),” An He finished the reading and looked up at him. “It is somewhat ominous.”

The moment she said this, the man’s expression changed instantly.

He lunged upward, grabbing An He by the collar, his face growing even more fierce.

“What did you say?” He gritted his teeth, his tone malicious. “Ominous?!”

“Yes.” An He smiled slightly, not showing a hint of fear. “Since you are willing to come for a reading, you naturally know that hexagrams are divided into ‘auspicious’ and ‘ominous.’ The result is simply a result. If you believe, it is effective; if you don’t, it naturally isn’t.”

“Why fly into such a shameful rage?”

As soon as the words left An He’s mouth, before the man could argue, he suddenly felt a gust of wind erupt beneath his feet.

The wind was incredibly powerful; it blew so hard he couldn’t even keep his footing. He was forcibly blown right out of the shop, looking quite pathetic.

When he looked up again, he saw that a second person had appeared beside the “Great Immortal.”

It was a woman dressed in white, her robes fluttering and her gaze piercing.

Upon seeing Lin Ruoxue, the man froze for a second. Then, he quickly fished something out of his pocket and held it up to his eye, preparing to look through a small hole.

Lin Ruoxue raised her hand at the same time, and the object shattered without warning.

“Heh!” The man was stunned, but instead of being angry, he started laughing. His tone was playful.

“Who would have thought!” He let out a long sigh, then turned and left without even taking his sword, whispering something softly as he walked.

No one heard what he said.

Seeing him go, An He let out a sigh of relief and sat back down on the bench.

The System asked in her head: Why were you so brave this time? Weren’t you scared just now?

“I was,” An He said. “With a guy like that sitting in front of you roaring like a tiger, who wouldn’t be scared?”

“Then why couldn’t I tell you were afraid at all?” the System continued.

“By virtue of my professional ethics,” An He replied.

In truth, only she knew the real reason wasn’t what she said. The reason she had maintained the calm and unruffled demeanor of a “Great Immortal” was partly because of her character role—she simply couldn’t lose face.

The other reason was that the moment the frequency of the wind began to undergo a subtle change, she immediately knew that Lin Ruoxue had arrived.

With Lin Ruoxue there… it seemed she could truly feel at peace.