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Yang Mao looked as if life had abandoned him, while Yang Wei stood dumbfounded.
“What’s wrong?”
Qianyang asked suspiciously.
– …
– Oh no, our streamer just came down the mountain and doesn’t know the exchange rate.
– I can’t bear to tell her the truth.
– Oh my god… 290 million RMB—I probably couldn’t earn that in several lifetimes.
290 million US dollars… maybe I should just reincarnate directly!
Yang Mao’s face was ashen.
His throat felt like it was blocked by a stone.
He spoke with difficulty.
“One US dollar equals 7.2152 RMB.”
Qianyang’s expression flickered, her face showing confusion.
“Th-they’re not the same?”
Yang Mao sucked in a sharp breath.
“290 million US dollars is approximately 21 billion RMB.”
Qianyang was stunned by the sheer magnitude of that number.
21 billion RMB… her signing fee for five years was only 57 million.
Even if she ate nothing and drank nothing for the rest of her life, she could never pay it back!
– Oh my god.
– I feel for her.
– What kind of junk is worth 21 billion RMB?
– AHHHHHH—prices at auction are hard to gauge.
Qianyang gradually realized just how impossibly huge this compensation was.
Why had Song Yunli lent her such a precious thing?!
No, that wasn’t right.
She had borrowed someone else’s property—why hadn’t she been more careful?
Twenty-one billion… how could she ever repay that?
“Apprentice…” Qianyang looked at Yang Mao, on the verge of tears.
“What do I do?”
With that much money, even selling all three of them wouldn’t come close!
“Master…” Yang Mao’s face had lost all color.
His lips trembled.
“D-don’t worry.
We’ll, we’ll bear it together.
It’s only, only 21 billion.
I, I, I believe we can, we can definitely pay it back…”
Yang Mao was already stammering.
Yang Wei’s body shook like a sieve.
A bow worth 21 billion RMB—not only had she never seen such a thing, she had never even heard of such a thing, even in boasting.
“Master Qianyang, you, you saved my brother.
We will, will definitely, go through, through this together with you.”
– True friendship is revealed in times of trouble.
– With all due respect, your contribution is like saying my assets plus Jack Ma’s and Pony Ma’s would make me the richest man in Asia.
– Wait, do you really believe that bow is worth 21 billion?
– Could the streamer be getting scammed?
“Dong dong—”
Just then, a knock came at the door.
“Master Qianyang, Mr. Song has sent someone with the receipt and appraisal certificate.
He wants you to take them with you.”
Qianyang: “…”
“Sigh.”
Qianyang sighed and muttered, “It seems fate has already been decided.
Song Yunli and I… our connection runs deep.”
Yang Mao: “?”
Yang Wei: “??”
– ???
– Streamer, have you finally lost your mind?
– So under extreme pressure, a person really can go mad instantly.
– No!
There’s still hope!
Streamer, don’t go crazy!
– …Damn, that Chairman Song with hundreds of billions in assets?
She’s doomed.
He really can afford a 290 million US dollar antique.
Qianyang said nothing.
Though she had vaguely sensed it, Song Yunli and she were bound by an inexplicable connection.
Ah… of course, not simply because he was pleasing to the eye.
But for now, she had no plans.
Even though he was good-looking, had a great build, excellent temperament, was wealthy, and would die young, Qianyang still did not intend to get involved with him.
After all, if Song Yunli had done something heinous, she would never help him.
That very night, the three returned home.
After what had happened, they decided to move into the new house immediately and temporarily suspended streaming.
After moving, Qianyang told them not to worry.
She had already thought of a solution.
Once settled in the new place, Qianyang contacted Song Yunli herself and asked to meet.
Song Yunli did not refuse.
He only told her that his schedule was full that day, and he only had free time from six to seven-thirty in the evening.
Qianyang agreed, asked him for the address—a bustling commercial street—and went over alone early.
During the wait, she started the stream to log her hours.
– Hmm?
Outdoor stream today?
– You haven’t streamed much these past few days.
I’ve been so bored.
– What are you doing now?
Qianyang said, “I’m out for a walk.
Nothing much to stream today.
Just chatting with everyone, logging my hours.”
– Saying you’re logging hours so blatantly!
– Aren’t you afraid Qing Ning will deduct your attendance bonus?
– By the way, where’s Senior Disciple Brother been these past two days?
He hasn’t shown his face since we left Shenlin Residence.
– I haven’t seen him in a while.
Feels strange.
“He’s been working.
He doesn’t get off until five-thirty.”
– Huh??
– Senior Disciple Brother found a job?
– Wow!
Congratulations!
– What about his sister?
She seems to have moved in with you.
Qianyang said helplessly, “She’s on break today.
She’s working part-time at a bakery.”
“They seem to think I’m going bankrupt.
They’re planning to earn more to help share the pressure.
Even though I already told them not to worry about the compensation.”
– Oh right… the compensation.
I almost forgot.
– Streamer, have you found a way to make money?
– Don’t do anything illegal!
Or I will report you!
– These days, who can easily come up with 21 billion?
– A criminal suspect.
– …Thank you.
Qianyang checked the time.
It was already five-thirty.
In half an hour, she was supposed to meet Song Yunli.
She mumbled, “It should be fine, right?”
By six in the evening, Qianyang had ended the stream and was waiting in a coffee shop.
Before long, a man in a royal blue suit walked across the street toward her.
His appearance was too striking.
Passersby couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corners of their eyes.
Yet he seemed detached from his surroundings, his eyes always carrying a layer of indifference, as if he looked down on everyone.
The coffee shop door pushed open.
Song Yunli walked straight toward her.
Qianyang had chosen a seat in a corner by the window, a bit cramped.
Song Yunli pulled out a chair and sat down.
His long legs, with nowhere to go, bent and pressed against the table legs.
His posture looked uncomfortable.
He tugged at his tie with his slender fingers and looked at Qianyang.
“I don’t have much time.
Please get straight to the point.”
“Oh… oh.”
Qianyang was a little dazed, forcing herself to look away from his face.
The coffee shop table wasn’t large.
Sitting face to face, Qianyang experienced the full impact of his beauty up close for the first time.
In the coffee shop, one of them looked like an elite from high society, the other like a Taoist who had just come down the mountain.
The combination was quite strange.
Many customers secretly cast curious glances their way.
“Mr. Song, do you believe in fate?”
Qianyang asked.
Song Yunli looked at the steaming coffee cup on the table.
His brows were veiled by a thin mist, like the dark green of a landscape painting.
The next moment, he lifted his gaze and looked directly at Qianyang.
“…What?”
Song Yunli said.
Qianyang felt she heard a faint, inexplicable chuckle in his voice.
Song Yunli bent his legs.
The fabric of his suit pants stretched taut over his thighs, giving a sense of the firm muscles beneath.
Song Yunli’s appearance blurred the line between male and female, but his build was not of the delicate, slender type.
Aside from that overly beautiful face, his physique was actually stronger and more robust than an average man’s.
He was the classic type—looks lean in clothes, but has muscle underneath.
Qianyang felt that what she was about to say made her no different from a lecher who randomly flirted with decent women on the street.
“You probably won’t believe this, but we are very connected by fate.
Perhaps, in a few years, our relationship will become very close.”
“Pfft…”
Just then, a stifled laugh came from nearby—a customer she didn’t recognize.
People still used this kind of line to pick someone up these days?
Song Yunli’s expression did not change.
There was neither ridicule nor mockery, nor joy or pleasure.
To be precise, Qianyang’s words were like a stone thrown into an abyss.
No echo came back.
Song Yunli lowered his gaze, lost in thought.
After a moment, he said calmly, “Is that so?
What a pity.
I probably won’t live past next year.”
He was indeed fully aware of his own condition.
Qianyang’s eyes lit up.
She held up two fingers. “2.5 billion, and I’ll save you!”
The amount was neither more nor less—exactly 4 billion more than her compensation.
Song Yunli paused.
He looked at her meaningfully.
“You want to save me?”
“Yes.”
Qianyang nodded solemnly.
“But there are conditions.”
Song Yunli pressed his thin lips together, as if considering something.
“Tell me.”
“If you have done anything heinous, I can only extend your life by a few years.
And you will very likely face retribution—die a horrible death, and never be reborn as a human in the next life.”
Fortunately, he hadn’t done those things.
But hearing her words, Song Yunli let out a laugh instead.
“2.5 billion for a few more years of life?”
The corners of his mouth lifted, but his smile seemed cold.
“Worth it.”
Qianyang’s expression flickered.
“What?”
She had actually been prepared for him to bargain.
She had even mentally lowered it to 2.1 billion.
She never expected him to agree so easily!
“I don’t need you to save me.
I just need these few years.”
Song Yunli said.
This man was not seeking survival.
Then why…
Qianyang frowned.
Digging up nineteen of his own ancestral graves wasn’t enough?
Did he need several more years to accomplish what he wanted to do?
What exactly was driving him to such lengths?
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Qianyang asked, puzzled.
Song Yunli obviously wasn’t going to answer.
He only said, “Master Qianyang, I accept your terms.
Tomorrow, I will have the item delivered to you.
And you must keep your promise and extend my lifespan.”
“Okay.”
At least one worry was resolved.
Whether she knew his reasons or not was fine.
And at least, so far, Song Yunli’s hands were not stained with the blood of the living.
His actions… were most likely related to those who were already dead.
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