Zhao Xi's face turned even redder.
Meeting Xu Yichen might just be the greatest stroke of luck in her life.
Meanwhile, Little Wei had already escorted Youyin back to her home.
When Jiang Chu saw Little Wei, she immediately asked nervously, "Ancestor, would you like me to cook something for you?"
"Sure, just make something simple. By the way, how’s that job of yours going?" Little Wei sat on the sofa, rubbing her temples.
"It’s alright, not too exhausting." Jiang Chu was the type who preferred to settle for stability.
"If it’s too much, you can always switch." Little Wei stroked her chin thoughtfully.
The things left behind in the original owner’s tomb should be enough for Jiang Chu to open a small shop or something.
"But quitting now would make it hard to find another job." Jiang Chu’s expression turned sorrowful at Little Wei’s words.
People these days didn’t have that many choices.
Just having a stable job was already a blessing.
"Alright, go ahead and cook first." Little Wei decided not to share her thoughts with Jiang Chu just yet.
Besides, Jiang Chu had just paid Youyin’s rent, so there was no rush to start a business right away.
At least the ghostly matters were settled.
"Little Nailuo, let me know when those people head up the mountain."
Little Nailuo was still shivering in the cold night breeze, trembling violently.
"Little Wei, I want to go home." Little Nailuo was on the verge of tears.
What kind of horrible place was this? It was absolutely not suited for her.
Even though she wasn’t afraid of ghosts, being surrounded by graves was still unnerving for a girl like her.
Hearing this, Little Wei fell silent for a moment.
"Ah, Si," Little Wei sighed like a weary mother, "Tell me, is there still hope for this child?"
Little Nailuo: ???
"What’s wrong with me?"
Little Wei’s lips twitched.
"You can move freely in and out of the space. You could’ve just gone back to rest after we left. Why were you so honest, standing there freezing in the wind?"
Little Wei was genuinely baffled.
How could someone be this dense?
Little Nailuo: …
She was furious.
Wuwuwu, wasn’t it Little Wei who dragged her out to help watch the graveyard in the first place? And now it was her fault?
"Wuwuwu." Little Nailuo wiped her tears, nearly crying.
But she quickly retreated into the space.
It was way too cold outside.
She was still growing, and catching a cold wouldn’t be good.
Back in the space, Little Nailuo threw herself into Si’s arms.
"Wuwuwu, Little Wei, do you know? Si’s embrace is so warm!"
Little Wei: ?
Damn.
But then again, was this really her fault?
Well… maybe it was, since she hadn’t accounted for Little Nailuo’s intelligence.
She’d take the blame for this one.
"I hope you drop dead soon." Little Wei shot Little Nailuo a venomous glare.
Little Nailuo: ??
Hmph, no love left.
Just as Little Wei was about to unleash a few more insults, Jiang Chu brought out the food.
Placed on the offering table, three dishes, a soup, and two large bowls of rice appeared before Little Wei.
"You made way too much."
Jiang Chu smiled faintly. "It’s only right to serve you well. Besides, this is breakfast—you should eat more."
Serve her well?
Hearing those words, Little Wei felt a wave of embarrassment, as if the awkwardness had doubled.
"Be normal. I probably look younger than you." Little Wei shuddered, goosebumps covering her arms.
"Then what should I call you?" Jiang Chu looked troubled.
"Just my name is fine." Little Wei didn’t care much about formalities.
It wasn’t even her real name anyway.
"That… that wouldn’t be proper, Ancestor." Jiang Chu shook her head, unable to agree with Little Wei’s request.
Little Wei: …
"What’s proper or not? I think it’s perfectly fine." Little Wei had zero self-awareness.
In her mind, she was forever a stunningly beautiful young woman.
Well, in the past, she’d been a dashing young man—no arguments accepted.
Jiang Chu still didn’t agree.
To her, Little Wei was a revered elder. No matter what, one had to understand the weight of the word "respect."
"Understood, Ancestor." Jiang Chu said.
Little Wei nearly choked on her own blood but swallowed it down.
Ugh!
Whatever, there was no reasoning with Jiang Chu.
Still, Jiang Chu’s cooking was good, so Little Wei decided to forgive her lack of tact—just this once.
Jiang Chu set aside a small portion for herself and left the rest in the kitchen for Youyin.
"Ancestor, Youyin still needs plenty of rest. Girls need sufficient sleep, after all."
Little Wei: …
Though Jiang Chu wasn’t wrong, why did she sound like a nagging mother?
This maternal-style descendant made Little Wei dread the future.
But she couldn’t even snap at Jiang Chu.
"Mhm, got it. I’ll go out alone at night from now on."
Little Wei nodded quickly.
Jiang Chu frowned again.
"But Ancestor, you really shouldn’t go out at night. It’s dangerous, especially for… your kind. Isn’t that peak activity time?"
Little Wei: …
"Am I supposed to just sit around staring at the walls?" Little Wei rubbed her face, exhausted.
"Well, you could play on your phone or watch TV." Jiang Chu suggested two perfectly reasonable pastimes.
"Nah, I prefer running wild outside." Little Wei wasn’t about to take orders from a descendant.
She loved her nighttime adventures—deal with it.
"Fine, but at least be back by 2 AM." Jiang Chu kept droning on.
Little Wei was at a loss for words.
Now she understood why the Monkey King wanted to smack Tripitaka—sheer annoyance.
"Alright, alright, I got it." Little Wei waved her off.
Besides, she didn’t actually need to go out much lately.
After eating, a daytime stroll to the Zhao family’s place sounded nice.
She was curious—what kind of parents could raise someone as… special as Zhao Xi?
Little Wei finished her meal contentedly.
Youyin was still asleep, but Little Wei couldn’t wait around.
"If you want to go out, just leave her a note. I’m heading out for a walk."
Before Jiang Chu could stop her, Little Wei phased through the wall and vanished.
If she hadn’t escaped, Jiang Chu would’ve kept lecturing her forever.
She had no patience left for this.
When Little Wei finally found Zhao Xi, she nearly twisted her ankle in shock.
"What are they doing?" Little Wei hid outside the window, concealing her presence, and clicked her tongue.
These two were terrifying.
"You’re not blind. You can see for yourself," Si remarked.
What else would they be doing?
Just playing their favorite game.
For ghosts, feeding on human energy was nothing unusual.
But Zhao Xi clearly hadn’t realized it yet.