"What are you talking about?" Si asked.
Little Wei, feeling slightly guilty, got into the car and glanced at Youyin sitting in the front.
"Just curious about your side hustle," Little Wei said with a playful grin.
"That’s not a side hustle," Si replied, utterly exasperated.
"More like fragments of your soul, but close enough," Little Wei shrugged.
This was what they called "My System Wears Multiple Hats."
Though, with all those soul fragments combined, the money Si earned was probably enough to last her dozens of lifetimes.
Tsk tsk, so enviable.
If Little Wei could ever have clones in the future, she’d definitely split into dozens of herself and make them work for her. That way, she could afford Hua’s Mate40 Pro+—the 12+256GB version, of course.
Just imagining the scene made her giggle out loud.
Damn, 15,000 yuan. In her past life, she’d have had to work like a dog for three months, barely eating or drinking, just to afford it.
"Are you obsessed with money or what?" Si was genuinely speechless.
"What’s wrong with wanting that? Can’t I dream of buying a phone? Waaah." Little Wei was practically drowning in self-pity.
Si: ?
"I’ll buy it for you." Si was both annoyed and amused.
"Huh?" Before Little Wei could process it, she felt a phone land in her arms.
The circular camera array on the back, paired with the classic Summer Poplar color, told her this was worth every penny.
Waaah, so cool.
This phone must run Honor of Kings super smoothly, right?
"You can take this phone across worlds, but if you end up in ancient times, don’t expect any signal or internet. Be careful," Si warned, shaking her head.
"Waaah, sis, please adopt me." Little Wei was on the verge of crying from poverty.
Si: ?
"Stop being weird, you’re scaring me." Si was genuinely unsettled.
This little brat.
Seriously…
"You’re so extra," was all Si could muster to describe Little Wei.
"Ahem… did this phone wipe out your entire paycheck?" Little Wei asked, suddenly concerned.
"Well, I originally bought two of these for Little Nailuo to play with. If you want one, I’ll give it to you first and just buy another later."
Little Wei: …
Are we talking about a 15,000-yuan phone or a 1.5-yuan cabbage?
"How much do you make a month?" Little Wei asked, trembling.
"Two million. Why?" Si replied, puzzled.
Little Wei could hardly believe her ears.
Well then.
Waaah, with that kind of money, she’d never have to break her back working again.
Just lie back and let Si spoil her—that’s the life.
Little Wei had fully embraced her lazy nature. If meeting a sugar mommy wasn’t about slacking off in comfort, then what was the point of living?
"We’re here," Youyin suddenly spoke up from the front.
Little Wei glanced around, nearly twisting her ankle as she stepped out of the car.
It was a massive villa.
Waaah, Si’s alternate selves were just as loaded today.
"You okay?" Youyin quickly steadied Little Wei, afraid she might actually die from a fall—though her fingers just phased through Little Wei’s arm.
Then again, it was kind of funny.
Why was she worried about a ghost dying from a stumble?
"I’m fine." Little Wei steadied herself and looked up at the three-story villa.
"Pretty fancy."
Youyin rubbed her nose, slightly awkward.
"It’s inherited, not something I earned."
Little Wei understood—so she was a beneficiary of a massive inheritance. That was the kind of identity she used to dream about.
But now, it didn’t matter. As long as she stuck close, she’d be the pampered pet of a mega-rich heir.
Si’s money = her money.
A flawless plan.
Though, flirting with girls was something Little Wei couldn’t bring herself to do.
"Let’s head inside. The villa has everything you’d need."
Just as Little Wei was wondering what "everything" entailed, she saw Youyin pull out a huge stack of incense sticks from a cabinet.
Oh.
In that case, yeah, there was plenty—lots of incense.
"What’s your birth date and name? Otherwise, this incense might attract wandering spirits," Youyin said, pulling out talisman paper with a professional air.
Little Wei thought hard before remembering.
Thankfully, the original owner died young, back when people still cared about birth dates. These days, most couldn’t even tell lunar from solar calendars.
With the incense nourishing her, Little Wei felt much better—though without a spirit tablet, it took her a while to regain most of her energy.
At least the original owner had never killed anyone, or the lingering resentment would’ve been hard to cleanse.
Too much resentment would make reincarnation difficult.
"Thanks, this incense is really good."
"Of course. I only use the best for you. But we still need to find your descendants soon—I can pick a prime feng shui spot for your grave," Youyin said while cooking noodles.
Little Wei: …
For some reason, this felt incredibly surreal.
Wasn’t this basically grave relocation?
Waaah, she still couldn’t accept the fact that she was dead.
"Sure, but how do we find my descendants?" Little Wei mused, chin in hand.
The surname Jiang was probably everywhere, right?
"I can search for them, but I’d need to extract some of your memories," Youyin said with a light chuckle.
For a feng shui master, tracking people down wasn’t too hard.
Besides, she wasn’t even from this world—she knew way more than what this romance novel’s author had written.
After all, this was just a fictional world. How could the author’s protagonist possibly outmatch an out-of-town feng shui master like her?
The real issue was that nightmare array—it was forbidden magic, and the author had written it so mysteriously that Youyin got sucked into it.
"Is there any other way?" Little Wei wasn’t distrustful of Youyin.
But "memory extraction" sounded an awful lot like soul-searching. And in this situation, who knew if it’d target the original owner’s memories or hers?
She couldn’t risk exposing her identity—that was non-negotiable.
"There is, but it’s more tedious. If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t extract your memories. We can use your birth date and name to search, or I can ask my connections in the field to dig up records on your descendants. It’ll just take time."
Time was the one thing Little Wei had plenty of.
If she got bored, she could always go pick a fight with the female lead.
Too bad she had no idea where the protagonists were now that she couldn’t reference the original plot.
That Zhao Xi… could she be the brain-dead female lead?
If so, Little Wei seriously thought this world’s heroine needed medication.
"Let’s start searching then. Hope… they’re okay."
Wait, if the original owner died so young, would there even be any descendants?
Little Wei was deeply skeptical.
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