Chapter Seven: Joy and Sorrow Do Not Intertwine

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Li Xu quickly stood up, his face serious. "Mr. Wei, Miss Xu has already acknowledged her mistake, and since neither side has suffered substantial losses, you—"

Before Li Xu could finish, Wei Siyu shoved aside the police officer standing before him.

Panting heavily, he asked, "Demigod, is it true that you can find my biological parents?"

"Hmm, it should be true." Xu Si showed no expression as he looked toward the wealthy couple behind Wei Siyu. "See, they're right behind you."

"No, I mean my biological parents," Wei Siyu said anxiously.

Xu Si ground his teeth. "The police are still here!"

At this reminder, Wei Siyu and the wealthy couple turned their attention to the outsiders.

Li Xu smiled politely. "Coincidentally, there's some other matter with the team; I'll be going now." Frustrated, he really didn’t want to leave!

The hospital room door was closed again. Xu Si, quick-eyed and nimble, grabbed Nan Xian, who was still drifting around, pulling her close.

"Client, major client, hey, wake up!"

"Cough, cough, I'm awake, I'm awake!" Nan Xian helplessly clutched her collar, rolling her eyes.

Realizing belatedly, Xu Si quickly let go and gave a perfunctory pat on her back.

He looked up seriously at the wealthy couple who were also scrutinizing him. "Mr. Wei, Mrs. Wei."

"Mm." Wei Zhongguo pulled over a chair and sat down, trying to lessen the pressure he exerted on the young man, although such pressure didn’t really exist in this room...

"I heard from my son that you purposely waited for him by the lake today, your destined one?"

"Yes, I have a bond with Wei Siyu."

"Speak plainly, how much do you want?"

Wei Siyu nervously clung to his mother’s arm, gripping it tightly.

Hearing the main point, Xu Si and Nan Xian exchanged delighted glances. Nan Xian timidly held up five fingers: 'Fifty thousand!'

Xu Si nodded and spoke.

"Five hundred thousand!"

Nan Xian’s eyes widened instantly. Wei Zhongguo’s square face briefly turned cold, his gaze obscure.

"Then, Demigod, tell us, where are my son’s biological parents?"

"To the southwest," Nan Xian replied.

Xu Si confirmed firmly, "Southwest."

"According to the five elements, Wei Siyu belongs to water and is naturally wealthy. Therefore, his family is prosperous. He has one brother and one sister, and his parents have been searching for him all along. His father is sixty years old, his mother fifty-seven. The fate will reveal itself within these two days."

The hoarse voice flowed slowly.

Wei Siyu’s eyes reddened. "Southwest is Sichuan, right? I’ve always said my parents love bland food, but why do I love spicy? Wuwu, so that’s why, Mom, wuwu!"

Mrs. Wei, embraced by her son who was crying bitterly, also felt distressed, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. Old Wei was infertile; there was no second child in the family.

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Therefore, over the years, the couple had truly cherished Wei Siyu, calling him their precious treasure was no exaggeration. But now...

"In the end, a mistake was made!" Wei Zhongguo lowered his eyes, shaking his head.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, then fiercely patted his knee and stood up.

"Dad!" Wei Siyu’s eyes widened, and he smiled inexplicably. "Heh, old man, now you know how much a slap hurts, right?"

"You little brat." Wei Zhongguo was both amused and exasperated, but mostly relieved. After all, Siyu’s arrival had saved him and his family. "Miss Xu, I’ll add you as a contact and transfer the payment to you."

"Alright." Xu Si’s hands trembled as he took out his phone—rest assured, it was from excitement.

"Ding dong." A friend request came through.

The profile picture read "Harmony in the family brings prosperity," requesting to add as a friend.

Xu Si quickly accepted and immediately switched to a search engine.

Question: What transfer? There’s no need to return funds after reporting to the police.

Answer: Voluntary gift.

While transferring the money, Wei Zhongguo said, "Miss Xu, I’m transferring six hundred thousand to you. I hope you understand this is truly a family matter. As for what Siyu chooses to do later, I hope you won’t interfere, okay?"

"No problem." Xu Si bowed his head, rubbing it.

Nan Xian sighed softly. "Ah, life is unpredictable. Without him, Wei Siyu might not have even survived this long. In the end, his only fault was, after using money to save Wei Siyu, choosing adoption instead of searching for his biological parents. Sigh."

"Yes, family love is truly touching." Xu Si, moved, then smiled wryly. "Please note ‘voluntary gift’ in the remarks, thank you."

"Hmm?" Wei Zhongguo was taken aback, then silently nodded. "Miss Xu is meticulous."

The old man left behind an enigmatic remark and departed first.

Mrs. Wei patted her son, who was taller than herself. "Siyu, Mom... Mom is going to check on your father."

She then quickly walked out, leaving her son alone to reflect.

Having never experienced internal strife in a loving upbringing, Wei Siyu scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Hmm? What’s wrong with Mom and Dad?"

"Maybe they think you don’t want them anymore." Xu Si curled up under the blanket, smiling with eyes narrowed at the newly received six hundred thousand.

But the next second...

Haihang Bank automatically deducted 106,038 yuan.

Friendly Bank automatically deducted 106,054 yuan.

Huaguo Bank automatically deducted 106,073 yuan...

Watching message after message arrive, Xu Si laughed in disbelief.

"Would the world end if there were fewer banks?"

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"You ask me?" Wei Siyu pointed at himself. "Probably would. Don’t be fooled by the fact we’re the richest family; we actually owe the banks billions."

Indeed, human joys and sorrows differ. Xu Si turned to look at Nan Xian.

Nan Xian said, "Little fierce ghost, why didn’t you ask me first? We just got together, and you didn’t just fall for someone else, did you?"

"What’s so good about that guy? Not only is he ugly, he called the police on you, and—"

"Rich!" Xu Si calmly interjected.

Nan Xian was devastated!

Apparently, even ghosts and gods have their own joys and sorrows.

Until the two were discharged and returned home.

Suddenly, Nan Xian shouted seriously, "No way!"

The loud voice startled Xu Si.

She quickly closed the door. Inside the cramped room, the same musty smell lingered as it had for ten years.

"Are you crazy?"

"Hmph, a woman who switches affections has no right to speak to me. I will never like a fierce ghost!"

Nan Xian turned away proudly, then sneakily ran to the balcony, muttering spells to connect with Siming.

"Hey, Siming, I’m about to make a decision against celestial rules."

"No cheating."

"No, I’m deciding to bond with Little Fierce Ghost. She’s young and falls in love easily, but I’m sure she loves me most. She’s just blinded by money now. To prevent her from regretting it later, I must act first!"

"No, no!" Siming suddenly realized the gravity of the situation, dropped the script, and stood up. "My divine lord, you’ve only been on earth for three hours, and you’re already bonding? Are you letting me live at all? I told you to read less of my script, and now look, your brain’s gone bad."

"Siming!" Nan Xian gritted her teeth in frustration.

Just then, Xu Si appeared on the balcony with instant noodles, calling out, "Hey, you out there, wanna some noodles?"

"Yes, with egg and ham." That’s how it’s done according to the script.

Xu Si looked at the single egg left in his hand, his smile fading. ‘Damn, don’t gods just drink dew?’

Nan Xian continued boasting, "Hear that? Little Fierce Ghost even cooks for me now. She really loves me the most."

"Mm, a gentle voice is pleasant to hear." Siming savored the moment, then suddenly froze. "Wait, no, that’s not right!"

"Looks like I have to let go." Siming sadly tossed the orb in his hand. "Divine Lord, this is divine intelligent craftsmanship. May it help you break through your emotional ties!"