Chapter 1117

The car stopped steadily and turned off the engine. Shen Ci pushed the door and got out of the car, walked straight up, and pressed the video doorbell of the manor gate.

After a moment of silence, Wan Hu's clear voice with a hint of surprise came from the gate intercom: "Why are you here?"

Shen Ci curled her brows and shook the things in her hand at the surveillance camera: "Happy New Year. My dad was afraid you would be cold and have no hot food for the New Year, so he specifically asked me to send you some New Year's Eve dinner."

With a click, the electronic lock of the gate popped open. Shen Ci carried the heavy food and stepped inside.

Since Master Yu passed away, Wan Hu dismissed all the servants and nannies in the manor. The huge residence now only had him living alone.

Walking through the garden path all the way, it was quiet all around, only the "creaking" sound of feet stepping on the snow.

Until she walked to the main courtyard of the villa, Shen Ci saw Wan Hu standing at the entrance.

Seeing her walking over, Wan Hu took the initiative to step forward to greet her. He was a little thinner than before, but his brows and contours were still sharp, and there was no big change.

"Mr. Jiang is thoughtful, no need to trouble, and it's tossing you to run for a trip," Wan Hu stepped forward naturally to take the things in her hand, turned sideways and raised his hand to signal, "It's cold outside, come in and warm up for a while."

Shen Ci didn't decline, nodded gently, and followed him into the living room.

"I asked you to go to our house for the New Year and you didn't go, so I can only come to send it," Shen Ci walked to the coffee table, and while speaking, she saw a pile of documents spread on the table, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "What are these?"

Wan Hu gathered the documents casually and explained casually: "Some documents for charity projects, Master had already arranged them before he died. He donated his savings, and I have been busy finishing the finishing work these few days, helping him implement these procedures."

Shen Ci couldn't help but raise her eyebrows upon hearing this.

People in the circle who knew Master Yu knew clearly that this person was always "profit-seeking," helping people, fortune-telling, and breaking situations, always asking for sky-high prices without giving an inch. No one expected that he would donate all the family wealth he had saved for a lifetime without leaving a cent.

Thinking carefully, he spent half his life earning sky-high remuneration from wealthy families, and finally gave back to the poor in the world. This kind of behavior can be regarded as another form of robbing the rich to help the poor.

"All donated?" Shen Ci looked at Wan Hu, her tone full of shock, but the implication was to ask Wan Hu, didn't Master Yu leave him any money?

Wan Hu was very smart, blinked at Shen Ci, and then nodded gently: "The money was donated, but the house and car were left to me."

Shen Ci was just about to nod, but heard Wan Hu say again: "But I plan to sell the house and car."

"Ah? Sold? Why?"

"This manor is too big, it's too empty and cold for me to live alone, it's really unnecessary," Wan Hu said while opening the food box, dividing the dishes inside into small bowls: "There are too many cars, so I want to keep only one car, and then change to a smaller house enough for myself to live in, and donate the remaining money in Master's name."

After dividing the food, he carried the empty food box to the kitchen. Seeing this, Shen Ci followed.

"These are all things Master Yu left you, keep them as a thought?" Shen Ci kindly advised.

Master Yu's savings before he died were estimated to be tens of thousands. Donating them was already a considerable amount.

This house and car were clearly meaningful to Wan Hu. After all, this house was Master Yu's home before he died.

But Wan Hu shook his head, his hands didn't stop washing the food box, only saying: "There are too many things to keep as thoughts, Master's manuscripts, magic tools, daily objects, I keep them all well, that's enough. No need to be obsessed with external things like houses and cars. Donating them can help more people, which can be regarded as accumulating more merit for Master."

His attitude was firm, and he had clearly made up his mind. Seeing this, Shen Ci didn't persuade him anymore, but a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly hooked her lips and smiled, asking: "How many cars? Why don't you sell them to me?"

Wan Hu was stunned and turned his head subconsciously.

Shen Ci's eyes were smiling, but she was clearly not joking. She explained: "After all, it's Master Yu's car. I thought my grandpa would be willing to collect it. He has deep feelings for Master Yu, and my parents' affairs are also thanks to Master, so I want to buy it from you instead of selling it to others."

Hearing Shen Ci say this, Wan Hu really thought about it seriously.

"That's fine, if you want it," Wan Hu didn't refuse. For him, selling this car was just to cash out and donate it, selling it to anyone was a matter of fate.

"I want it, Grandpa will be happy to know, then it's settled, I want all of them, just give me a price then."

Wan Hu washed the food box, carefully wiped the water stains dry, turned and walked to Shen Ci and handed it to her: "Thank you, Happy New Year."

Shen Ci smiled and took it, not forgetting to remind: "Don't forget the dumplings, can you cook them?"

"Hmm, yes," Wan Hu nodded gently.

"Then I'll go back first, the family is waiting for me to go back for New Year's Eve dinner," Shen Ci walked out, and looked back to exhort: "If you look for a house later, or have any need for help, contact me at any time."

Wan Hu sent her to the door. Just as she was about to push the door and leave, Wan Hu seemed to have thought of something suddenly and blurted out to call her: "Shen Ci!"

"Hmm?" Shen Ci looked back, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Wan Hu looked at her seriously, thinking of the words Master told him before he died, and said softly: "Master said, you are a body of opportunity, a good seedling that is rare in a hundred years and most suitable for understanding the rhyme of metaphysics. Do you... want to learn magic metaphysics?"

"Ah?"

Shen Ci widened her eyes suddenly, full of shock, stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond to this sudden invitation.

"Master specially left you alone before he left, that was when he saw your physique was different and your talent was extraordinary," Wan Hu's expression was still serious, his tone sincere, "He specifically told me before he died that if you are willing to learn, I can recommend you to Uncle Wei's sect to enter the Tao."

Shen Ci listened to Wan Hu's words, looked into his eyes, but couldn't help but feel guilty in her heart.

Master Yu saw that she was reborn, saying she was a body of opportunity and talented should be related to rebirth.

Does Wan Hu know?

She swallowed her saliva and tentatively asked: "Master Yu... did he explain anything else about me?"

Wan Hu frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head gently: "No."

Shen Ci breathed a sigh of relief instantly. She thought Master Yu wouldn't tell others her secret, even Wan Hu.

After all, for others, rebirth is too shocking and incredible.