Chapter 107: The Girls

Sorry, Mazu, I’m a filial child—I’ve been studying abroad these past two years, in that foreign land where there’s no Mazu temple to worship at. Now I’m back, hoping to make my mark in China: 180 cm tall, 18 cm, annual salary around 1.8 million. — From a top biology graduate returning from the Ivy League, he murmured silently to Mazu.

Wish fulfilled: Forever a teenager (a teenager who never achieved his ideal physique, who even at death’s door still longs to return to youth, to grow as he once dreamed. Residence: Left Street, Lane 12, Building 6, Unit 1309, Lin Holdings Group Residential Area, Phone: .)

“Perfect—180, 18, 180. I’ll tell Lin Ying tonight and get you a leave. I remember there’s a technique on the other side that accelerates growth. By tomorrow at the latest, we’ll take Wang Wang’s ferry and sneak over for surgery.”

Another wish originally offered to Mazu had quietly shifted to An Sheng—and this time, the one who made the wish might even be an acquaintance.

But seeing the Ivy League graduate make such a wish, An Sheng’s face darkened.

You’re a biology student—do you really think this is appropriate?

Don’t you have any sense of whether you can still grow?

In the first courtyard of the Tianhou Palace, there were about a hundred people. As they lit incense at the entrance, some silently wished to Mazu, while others chatted casually with her—so much so that even a fox would be stunned.

The little fox arrived in the worship courtyard.

Like a turtle dropped into a temple pond, he had become a genuine wishing turtle.

Wishes drifted above the courtyard, and as the little fox arrived, they all lined up neatly on his wish list, occasionally annotated with methods of fulfillment.

It was just a bit of a dark joke.

A beautiful girl with buckteeth.

The normal treatment would be braces, gradually correcting the misaligned teeth, then removing them.

Yet the wish fulfillment details repeatedly reminded him: pull the girl’s buckteeth.

True, without buckteeth, her parents would surely take her for dental restoration, thus eradicating the root of her self-consciousness.

But for the little fox to pull someone’s teeth—it was undeniably a dark joke.

Then there was the girl with a masculine appearance, obsessed with becoming a muscular man—could he really just invite her to a club?

Next thing you know, she’d be getting arrested in every raid.

“Mazu has watched you grow up, and yes, you’re familiar—but don’t go wild with your wishes!”

“If you keep doing this, I’m genuinely afraid you’ll be unhappy after your wishes come true.” An Sheng stared at the ever-updating wish list, his expression odd.

All the subcontracted tasks received at the Tianhou Palace came with addresses and contact details.

Over twenty wishes for love alone were enough for the little fox to play Candy Crush on his phone all night.

These worshippers, in a sense, were wildly free as they chatted casually with Mazu.

As a result, the methods of fulfillment on the little fox’s wish list were equally unrestrained.

An Sheng even spotted a murder wish: hope his rival gets hit by a car and flung high into the sky.

“Mmm.”

An Sheng turned his gaze away. The fox’s large eyes, curious, fixed on Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing, wondering about their wishes.

One obedient and clever, the other defiant and wild.

Mo Yiqing held incense and candles, not kneeling like others, but raising them high, facing the Mazu temple, closing her eyes and bowing three times.

“Mazu, please protect me. This time I came in such a rush, just fleeing from bad luck, and forgot to bring offerings. I’ll make it up when I return—please let me eat without gaining weight. Otherwise, breaking up every few weeks is unbearable.”

“Oh, and Mazu—don’t believe in laser hair removal. I once had a little urge to try it, but after seeing my sister’s legs swell into lumps, I got nervous. I’m afraid of permanent scars. Better to break up every few weeks than to be single forever! — Mo Yiqing, who doesn’t love men or women, only herself, murmured her small disappointment to Mazu.”

Wish fulfilled: A girl who falls in love with herself (in Xi Shi’s eyes, no one could be more beautiful than herself; maintaining her perfect S-curve figure takes tremendous effort, and sometimes she wishes the fox would serve tea, wash clothes, and cook meals).

An Sheng: “...”

Sis, your wish is weird—how about changing it to beating up your pursuer?

I’m good at fighting. I’ll go up the mountain and bring over Wang She, Bai, and the weird fish—we’ll give that guy a proper welcome.

Clearly, though Mo Yiqing had been complaining about her clingy pursuer, she didn’t really take him seriously. Avoiding him was just because he disgusted her—out of sight, out of mind.

Mo Yiqing’s two wishes to the little fox both centered on body anxiety.

She wasn’t generally narcissistic—she truly adored the reflection in the mirror.

“The wishes of the rich girls are all bizarre—hardly any can be solved by a fox.” An Sheng mentally scolded Mo Yiqing’s severe mental exhaustion as he watched her pray to Mazu.

She possessed a physique and face most could only dream of, yet she constantly fretted—even over a few hundred grams of weight gain, she’d break up with her mirror image.

Was Mo Yiqing under tremendous psychological pressure?

Don’t let her crack under it. For Yu Xueqing, who treated him to meals and was generous, An Sheng genuinely liked Mo Yiqing—she never treated the fox as an outsider.

An Sheng turned to look at Yu Xueqing and pulled up the wish list in his mind.

“Should I tell Dad I’m at the Mazu temple? I feel like if I say it, Mom and Dad will start acting like cats chasing mice.” — Yu Xueqing, deep in thought, pondered family harmony.

Wish fulfilled: Donate five thousand to Mazu.

Yu Xueqing wasn’t making a wish—she was thinking about a family matter.

Yu Zhenghong bowed to heaven and earth, even to roadside gods, but it was all polite formality—he didn’t seem truly devout.

But whenever he prayed to Mazu, he always took five thousand from his personal savings to donate.

Yu’s ancestors were fishermen and farmers. Facing the boundless sea, where waves and storms could capsize their boats at any moment, without unwavering will and faith, survival was nearly impossible.

Without Mazu, Yu’s ancestors might never have endured in those days.

To Yu Zhenghong, Mazu was a true savior.

Without Mazu, Yu’s ancestors might have quit fishing long ago, wandering the streets, painting their own portraits on walls.

“Dad, I’m at the Mazu temple.”

“Got it. I’ll transfer you five thousand. Write our family’s name on the donation.”

“No, no, giving money is too vulgar. Go buy a high-end skincare set—SK2 or something—and offer it to Mazu. Let her put on sunscreen this scorching summer.”

On the other end of the line, Yu Zhenghong paused, then spoke to Yu Xueqing.

(End of chapter)