Chapter 89: Chapter 87: It Really Is a Private Jet

But she looked from her son to the little girl, whose eyes were full of hope.

Mrs. Zhang didn’t say what she was really thinking.

Zhang Xin sat down to chat with Yingying, while Mrs. Zhang stood off to the side, lost in thought.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

She rubbed her eyes and opened them again.

A plastic bag appeared before her, floating in mid-air.

More precisely, it had appeared just above her son’s head, but he clearly hadn’t noticed.

Yingying saw the plastic bag over Zhang Xin’s head, stood up, and snatched it.

Only then did Zhang Xin notice it. The bag had the words "For the Little Security Guard" written on it.

"This is a delivery from Doctor Wen. When did it get here? I didn’t see a delivery person." Zhang Xin glanced around. Sure enough, there was no one else there besides the three of them.

The only others, perhaps, were ghosts.

Mrs. Zhang watched this scene, completely shaken!

If her eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on her, she had seen that happen with her own two eyes!

The object had just materialized right before her, as if out of thin air.

No, that wasn’t quite right. It was as if a white light had flashed, and then the object had materialized from nothing.

Yingying blinked. "Big Brother, are there Immortals? Does that mean I can see my mommy and daddy?"

Zhang Xin looked at his mother. Mrs. Zhang just shook her head. "Don’t look at me, I don’t know either. But Doctor Wen must be some kind of master!"

Zhang Xin was a firm believer in that, so he nodded in agreement.

Zhang Xin stopped fussing over how the package had appeared. Just thinking of Doctor Wen’s abilities resolved about sixty percent of his confusion.

Zhang Xin opened the plastic bag. Inside the black bag were ten sheets of Yellow Paper.

Zhang Xin didn’t understand what this meant. He took out his phone, intending to ask Doctor Wen, only to see she had already sent a message.

Doctor Wen: [Have the little girl burn the paper for her parents. Once they see their child, they naturally won’t pester you anymore. But if they keep bothering you because they want you to help their daughter, that will be an additional charge.]

Wen Ying had done some deductions on her end. The odds of them continuing to seek out the little security guard were exactly fifty-fifty.

The futures she could foresee weren’t set in stone. Often, under the influence of unknown forces, things could deviate.

As dusk fell, Yingying followed Mrs. Zhang’s instructions and began burning the paper for her parents.

Zhang Xin and Mrs. Zhang stood off to the sides, keeping their distance. ’We can’t be expected to kneel to them, can we?’

"Mommy, I want to see you, and Daddy too."

Yingying spoke while kneeling and burning the paper.

Mrs. Zhang glanced at her watch. "It’s so late, and not a single word from her aunt. How can she be so unconcerned about this child?"

Suddenly, they heard Yingying say, "Mommy, Daddy, please don’t bother Big Brother anymore. He’s a good person. Bothering him too much is bad for his health. He helped Yingying. Yingying hopes he can be healthy and well."

Even though Yingying was just a child, she had perhaps bottled up too many emotions over the years.

She rambled on to her parents, telling them so many things. After nearly two hours, she finally wiped away her tears and stood up.

"Son, what now?" Mrs. Zhang looked at him, her meaning clear: ’Hurry up and ask Doctor Wen!’

Zhang Xin took out his phone and glanced at it. "Doctor Wen says to take Yingying home."

"And then?"

Zhang Xin shook his head. That was all Doctor Wen had said.

The pair took Yingying home. It was late, so they bought her something to eat and had her take some fruit home with her.

They hoped that, for the fruit’s sake, the woman wouldn’t give Yingying too much trouble.

After taking Yingying home, Zhang Xin and his mother went home themselves. Just as they walked in the door, a phone notification chimed. It was the custom tone Zhang Xin had set specifically for Doctor Wen.

"Doctor Wen says I might see Yingying’s parents again tonight. She said you should go to bed early."

Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment.

’What does that mean?’

’Isn’t this all over?’

’How is it still not...?’

"Mom, don’t worry. If Doctor Wen said it, I’m sure it’s fine. Yingying’s parents probably just want to thank me." Though Zhang Xin said this to comfort his mother, he was terrified himself.

"Think about it. Doctor Wen is so capable, she won’t let anything happen to me. I’m her patient, after all. If something happened to me, she’d be ruining her own reputation, right?"

Seeing her son act this way, Mrs. Zhang could only nod.

But how could she possibly fall asleep?

At eleven o’clock at night, Zhang Xin checked and saw that the light in his parents’ bedroom was off.

The light in his own room was still on. Another half hour passed, and Zhang Xin suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

’Could it be because I didn’t take the bus today? Are Yingying’s parents angry?’

’How could I not have thought of that?’

’We met on the bus yesterday. We must have unintentionally set that as our meeting time and place.’

’But even if I leave now, I won’t make it in time.’

As the time crept toward eleven-forty, Zhang Xin lay in bed, feeling every second stretch into an eternity.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK... a sound like a clock began to echo.

Zhang Xin started to tremble. He thought he heard the sound of his bedroom door opening.

Silent footsteps approached him. A chill crept over his body, growing stronger by the second. Zhang Xin felt his heart rate multiply dozens of times over. ’Any more of this and I’m going to be scared to death!’

He threw off the covers and scrambled out of bed. "Sir! Ma’am! I already brought Yingying to you! Paper was burned for you, and she kowtowed! Why won’t you let me go? I’m a good person! Yingying told you, I’m really a good person! WAHHHH! I’m still young, I don’t want to die! I have elderly parents to support! I’m my family’s only son!"

In the pitch-black room, for some unknown reason, the light began to flicker on and off.

Zhang Xin was on the verge of tears. ’Doctor Wen, save me!’

Meanwhile, Doctor Wen, who was in the middle of a late-night snack, seemed to sense something. "Why isn’t that little girl sleeping?"

’It seems the variable is with the little girl,’ she mused. ’No wonder the odds were even.’

[Just give me some reputation value, and I can help you, Host!]

Wen Ying ignored the excited system, took out the Yellow Paper, and pulled the ballpoint pen from her hair.

And then...

[Host, are you sure you want to use the Flying and Earth Escape Skill twice in one day? This Skill can only be used three times a month! Is it worth it? Is it a good deal? You should use reputation value instead! Not 998, not even 98, just 98,000! That’s not expensive at all, is it? What are you waiting for, Host?]

After Wen Ying finished drawing on the talisman paper, she commanded, "Use the Flying and Earth Escape Skill. Place the talisman paper on Yingying."

[Alright. You’re so cheap, Host!]

The system felt conflicted as it said this. On the one hand, the Host was being cheap. On the other, she had just used a Skill limited to three uses per month twice in a single day, and she hadn’t even charged extra for it!

’Such a conscientious doctor!’

’But also a black-hearted Host who doesn’t care about it—her system—at all!’