Chapter Five: An Inauspicious Start

Wei Siyu noticed the patient by the lake stop moving and felt a surge of excitement—thank goodness, there was still hope. This person didn’t seem like someone destined to die.

Xu Si, who didn’t look like he was on the brink of death, had eyes shining brightly. He spun around with the speed of a spinning top.

“He’s coming, he’s coming, and he’s bringing...”

The cheerful words in his mouth abruptly stopped, his gaze piercing straight into Nan Xian’s heart!

A young man was running over—blond bowl-cut hair, a massive gold chain, leather jacket, and finally tight pants with loafers. He bore absolutely no resemblance to the big client they had expected.

At least the gold chain around his neck wasn’t flying around!

Xu Si silently reassured himself, while Nan Xian twitched the corner of his mouth, his proud expression fading. He turned away somewhat sheepishly and began counting on his fingers, tying them off in knots. “No, I really didn’t miscalculate.”

Hearing Nan Xian’s stubborn words, Xu Si inhaled a breath of cold air, his expression indifferent as two words rolled out from his throat.

“Heh heh!”

The two-note laugh corresponded with Nan Xian’s ears flushing bright red.

Wei Siyu hurried over and, upon seeing Xu Si’s face clearly, immediately widened his eyes and flicked his bangs aside.

Using one hand to steady himself behind Xu Si, he lowered his voice and raised his chest, “Hey, beautiful, are you alone?”

Nan Xian: “...” Now his face was completely flushed.

Xu Si also fell silent, turning his head along Wei Siyu’s arm to look behind.

“Hm, I don’t think anyone could be hiding in the lake.”

Noticing Xu Si’s movement, Wei Siyu felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head with his only remaining hand. “Haha, TV always says girls like being pinned against the wall.”

“Do you think there’s a wall behind me?” Xu Si arched his brows, eyes narrowing slightly. Well, the gold chain did look genuine.

“Looks like there isn’t.” He quietly withdrew his hand. “By the way, are you also hospitalized at the neighboring hospital? You don’t look that old, and you’re quite beautiful—what’s got you down?”

Wei Siyu went on guessing to himself, then suddenly blinked in surprise. “Don’t tell me you have some terminal illness?”

“Terminal illness?” Xu Si repeated quietly before nodding emphatically. “Yes, the terminal illness of poverty!”

“What? What illness? Hahaha, you’re hilarious. I’m Wei Siyu. What’s your name? Let’s be friends.”

Wei Siyu swept his bangs aside with flair.

Nan Xian was utterly speechless: Is he trying to show off? He must be showing off! Looks like a peacock, no good ever comes from that!

The two of them stared tensely at Xu Si’s reaction.

When Xu Si remained silent for a long time, Nan Xian nervously leaned in.

“Little fierce ghost, little fierce ghost, don’t forget the money when you see a pretty face. Remember, this guy is a big client, a big client!”

“Yes, a big client!” Xu Si nodded firmly, suppressing a wave of nausea in his throat, then looked up with a dazzling, radiant smile.

“Sir, actually I can’t be friends with you because I am...” Xu Si turned to Nan Xian, extremely serious, “a demigod!”

“A demigod?” Wei Siyu eyed him skeptically.

Nan Xian, after recovering from shock, thought seriously: Well, if the partner is a divine lord, calling oneself a demigod isn’t unreasonable. This little fierce ghost clearly admires my divine lord!

Xu Si nodded. “Yes, this demi-god specifically waited here for you today.”

“Wait for me? Why?” Wei Siyu grew nervous. “Don’t tell me I’m in some bloody trouble?”

Bloody trouble? Xu Si didn’t know, so he hurriedly glanced at Nan Xian.

Nan Xian immediately straightened his back and lifted his head, mouthing the words with instructional precision: “Judging by your appearance, although you may become very wealthy and noble, your fate is truly tragic.”

Xu Si repeated the words verbatim to Wei Siyu.

Wei Siyu found some sense in it and nodded quickly. “Yeah, my lungs have always been weak since childhood. I’ve been wheezing a lot.”

Without Nan Xian needing to speak, Xu Si quickly added, “Yes, I suppose your education level isn’t very high either?”

“God, how do you know that?” Wei Siyu started to believe it.

Xu Si forced a smile but couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching upward again.

Nan Xian reached out and pressed down on Xu Si’s mouth, continuing, “Actually, your greatest misfortune isn’t that, but having been separated from your parents since childhood. Blessings and misfortunes intertwine—surely you want to find your biological parents, right?”

Wei Siyu began to catch on. The wild enthusiasm in his eyes subsided as he frowned and asked hesitantly, “Can I still find them?”

“Of course.” On the contrary, Xu Si’s eyes shone brighter. “It just costs three hundred thousand, and I’ll definitely find your biological parents for you!”

“Three hundred thousand?” Wei Siyu hesitated deeply.

Xu Si sighed inwardly and silently extended his fingers. “Or maybe thirty thousand?”

Wei Siyu didn’t respond.

“Three thousand? Three thousand should be okay, right? Still not? Then three hundred? Just three hundred, really can’t go any lower.”

Considering she was currently penniless, Xu Si swallowed hard—this was her first time attempting a con, and she was nervous.

Yet Wei Siyu nodded while pulling out his phone, “Demigod, huh? Wait a moment, I’ll ask my family for money.”

“Fine.” Xu Si’s eyes curved into a smile.

Seeing Xu Si happy, Nan Xian naturally smiled too. Watching Nan Xian’s silly grin, Xu Si learned quickly.

First, she reached out tentatively and scratched, then once she felt something solid, she squeezed hard.

“Ah! Who dares to attack the divine lord!”

Xu Si’s eyes wide with innocence, immediately apologized, “Sorry, sorry, Divine Lord, I was just too happy—thought I was dreaming, so I pinched you a bit.”

“It’s okay.” Nan Xian’s earlier irritation vanished instantly. “I wasn’t mad at you, I was just afraid you might get hurt if I wasn’t careful, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah, I knew the Divine Lord was the best. You definitely wouldn’t hold it against me.”

“Of course not. I’m tough-skinned—did my fingers hurt?”

“No, Divine Lord, you’re really so gentle. You’re different from other men.”

“Hehe, not really!”

Xu Si squinted, silently looking up at the increasingly aloof Nan Xian. Expressionless, she pulled out her phone.

Search engine: Mastering the psychology of men, high emotional intelligence coquettish phrases, winning a man over with sweet words. Learning to praise a man is the key to controlling him!

“Gods have genders too, don’t they?”

Thinking of Nan Xian’s earlier reaction, Xu Si nodded in agreement, mentally ticking off this skill as mastered.

Ten minutes later.

Wei Siyu, breathless, ran back.

His eyes filled with suspicion: “Hey, young lady, tell me honestly—who sent you?”

“Sent me? Are you asking which sect?” Xu Si grabbed Nan Xian’s leg and yanked him down hard. “Sect!”

“An independent sect.” Nan Xian was immensely proud.

Xu Si felt inexplicably guilty and struck first. “What do you mean? Don’t you believe me?”

“I want to believe you!”

Wei Siyu was helpless. “Why don’t you just Google ‘Wei Siyu,’ young lady?”

Xu Si took out her phone, still doubtful.

She searched: Wei Siyu.

Result: The city’s wealthiest heir, handsome and charming...

Xu Si’s face darkened and, quick as lightning, grabbed Nan Xian by the neck.

But the next moment, sirens blared—