Chapter Sixty-Nine: Xie Jinchuan! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

Five hundred thousand!

Shen Qingli was utterly astonished. To her knowledge, an apartment in this area cost at least forty or fifty thousand per square meter, and the house before her was nearly as spacious as Xie Jinchuan’s—yet only five hundred thousand in total.

Instantly, Shen Qingli sensed something odd and narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

“Has someone died in this house before?”

She leaned in close to Xiao Wu’s ear, whispering her question. Xiao Wu’s mouth twitched, and he immediately realized his asking price had been far too low. He nodded at once.

“But Miss Shen, please rest assured, we guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen—”

Before Xiao Wu could finish his hastily devised reassurance, Shen Qingli’s eyes gleamed with a greenish light as she handed him a card.

“The password is six zeros. I’ll take this house!”

Ghosts? She wasn’t the least bit afraid!

With that, Shen Qingli’s lips curled in satisfaction as she gazed at the house before her. Yet, when her peripheral vision caught sight of Xie Jinchuan’s neighboring residence, the words she’d overheard that evening came back to her, and a faint desolation crept into her heart.

[Host, are we really moving out?]

[What if that Ye Qingqing tries to seduce our President Xie?]

The system, usually too timid to speak, suddenly piped up.

Shen Qingli arched an eyebrow. “It’s not as if I’ll die without a man. Besides, I’m busy with work these days—let’s just do it.”

[Are you sure?]

Green Parsley rolled its eyes and couldn’t help but voice Shen Qingli’s innermost thoughts.

[But Host, you clearly care about him. Oh, young couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot. Isn’t it true you’re reluctant to part with President Xie…?]

[If you ask me, taking a step back gives you a broader horizon…]

Before Green Parsley could finish, Shen Qingli cut in coldly, “One step back, and you get breast hyperplasia; one step forward, and you get ovarian cysts.”

Green Parsley: President Xie, there’s nothing I can do for you this time.

But thinking of Xie Jinchuan, Green Parsley decided to try persuading her anyway; otherwise, wouldn’t that mean losing its supply?

[Actually, it’s really not that scary. President Xie surely didn’t mean it.]

Listening to Green Parsley constantly defending Xie Jinchuan, Shen Qingli’s eyebrow rose, and she spoke with a drawl, “Oh? So, how much spiritual power did he give you?”

[Not much, not much. Just enough for me to eat my fill…uh.]

Halfway through, Green Parsley realized something was amiss and gave Shen Qingli a sheepish grin.

[Host, people die for wealth and birds for food. I’m just making the right choice.]

“I’ll give you some.”

No sooner had Shen Qingli spoken than Green Parsley, utterly spineless, changed its tune immediately.

[Host, I think men like that aren’t worth keeping, right? We should make him leave! Leave! Leave!]

With spiritual power, you’re the mother; Green Parsley declared it could do without Xie Jinchuan as its father.

Parsley was simply too noisy, so Shen Qingli muted its complaints and gazed at the villa before her, suddenly feeling a touch of loneliness.

She shook her head and patted her cheeks. “Shen Qingli, you don’t need him to survive! Take matters into your own hands, and you’ll have all you need!”

With that thought, Shen Qingli nodded decisively and began to pack.

Next door, Xie Jinchuan transferred a hundred thousand yuan to Xiao Wu, who left the villa beaming.

He glanced at Ye Qingqing. Seeing she hadn’t woken, he took a bead from his treasure pouch that could attract spiritual energy and tossed it onto Ye Qingqing, setting a restriction before transforming into a small white cat and heading toward the neighboring villa.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingli had just finished packing and collapsed on her bed, exhausted. She turned her head and spotted a small white cat licking its fur on the windowsill, her eyes lighting up.

Xie Jinchuan’s heart was pounding—he had intended simply to watch her quietly, but hadn’t expected Shen Qingli to suddenly turn and look directly at him. He could only lick his fur in response.

“How beautiful! Parsley, scan it for me, see if it’s normal or not.”

Though Shen Qingli liked cats, after everything she’d experienced, she was naturally cautious.

Green Parsley snorted. Reluctant as it was, it began to scan.

[This cat…]

Green Parsley was so startled it couldn’t finish its sentence. [This cat… this cat is very, very normal.]

Oh heavens, who was this!

It was her big boss!

Oh my god, why was her big boss pulling such a stunt? The system was nearly frightened out of its wits.

Before Green Parsley could recover, Shen Qingli had already scooped up the white cat and cuddled it in her arms.

The soft touch made Xie Jinchuan’s cheeks flush.

“Little white cat, did you come to keep me company because you knew I was all alone?”

Alone and forlorn?

Xie Jinchuan’s gaze flickered. Yes—he was all she had.

He pondered for a moment, then meowed.

“Meow.”

Shen Qingli immediately found the white cat in her arms unbearably adorable. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Seeing the smile bloom across her face, Xie Jinchuan suddenly felt this wasn’t so bad after all—at least she wouldn’t keep him at arm’s length anymore.

“Parsley, how about I name it ‘Little White’?”

[Whatever the host likes. As long as you’re happy, you can name it anything.]

After she declared the name, her big boss meowed twice in delight, and Shen Qingli was even more amused.

Green Parsley rolled its eyes: crafty old man…

After playing with Little White for a while, Shen Qingli showered and then lay down to sleep, still cradling the cat in her arms.

Once her breathing deepened in sleep, Xie Jinchuan reverted to human form—but as his true celestial self. Without the jade crown, his jet-black hair fell loosely, adding not a hint of femininity, but rather a touch of wicked charm.

In the man’s narrow eyes, there was only Shen Qingli’s reflection. His slender fingers moved gently, covering her brow.

“Sleep well, and dream sweetly.”

Spiritual power flowed ceaselessly, and his black hair gradually transformed to white.

Green Parsley witnessed this and rushed out. [Lord, your spiritual power is nearly depleted! Your hair is all white; you can’t keep nourishing the host’s soul like this!]

“Silence.”

Xie Jinchuan’s voice was cold, but seeing Shen Qingli’s brow relax, he withdrew his hand.

“I ask you now, do you know what happened today?”

[Parsley knows nothing. When Ye Qingqing approached, my connection was severed. That familiar feeling was just like when the host touched Rong Qiao.]

Hearing this, the man’s gaze grew more inquisitive. “Disconnected again?”

One or two instances might be coincidence, but if it happened every time, it certainly wasn’t accidental—more like deliberate intent.

“Stay close to her for now…”

Xie Jinchuan hadn’t finished his sentence when he felt his sleeve tugged.

“Xie… Jinchuan?”

Hearing her sleepy murmur, Xie Jinchuan was startled and instantly shifted back into his feline form.

“Meow meow?!”

Green Parsley: I give up.