Chapter 13: Cash Power Activated!

Just as Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing were staring blankly at the door lock, trying to figure it out.

An Sheng had already strolled over to Lin Ying’s house, a bottle of Maotai dangling from his mouth, a faint, sly, mischievous smirk lingering on his lips.

An Sheng didn’t want Yu Xueqing caught in the middle over her superstitious father.

For this sudden event, An Sheng already had a solution in mind.

It just required a bit of trouble for Lin Ying.

In his past life, An Sheng frequently traveled between Jiule City and Nancheng, because Jiule City was one of the Tieguanyin tea-producing regions.

The entire Xiadong region produces four major types of tea: green tea, white tea, black tea, and scented tea.

The cultivation history of green tea there dates back to the Song Dynasty and once became a famous tribute tea.

If you want to do mid-to-high-end tea business, Xiadong is an unavoidable production area.

Aside from scented tea, which has little backstory, the other three tea types each carry centuries of history, offering countless stories to tell customers.

To command high prices, a compelling marketing story is an essential factor.

Every year in his past life, An Sheng stayed in Xiadong for about half a month—first to watch the Xiadong tea competition, second to select products and negotiate prices.

An Sheng understood Xiadong’s customs and the personalities of its older generation.

Yu Xueqing’s father had a habit of worshipping gods and Buddhas.

But An Sheng knew these Xiadong people too well—what they called superstition wasn’t the fanaticism of organized religion; it was better described as “practical superstition.” The point was simply to seek peace of mind for an uncertain future.

After all, praying costs nothing—maybe this immortal really works?

If it doesn’t work, burn less incense, starve it for a few years, and it’ll settle down.

If things still go wrong after worship, just drive a bulldozer over and level the whole ground.

In Xiadong, except for a few special ancestral deities, all other mountain and wilderness spirits lived here not just on eggshells—they were genuinely terrified.

Could Yu Xueqing’s father be superstitious?

But An Sheng wanted to say: the iron fist of cash power could smash any feudal relic.

Later, he’d borrow Lin Ying’s fully insured Kulinan and just ram right into him—he’d straighten up fast.

An Sheng had full faith in Lin Jie’s abilities.

“Has Lin Jie woken up? I came to borrow some props for showing off and slapping faces.”

Avoiding the busy nanny in the kitchen, An Sheng ran up to the master bedroom, stood on his hind legs, and peered over the mattress at Lin Ying, wrapped in a silk quilt.

Lin Ying wasn’t asleep—she was just utterly drained, too listless to move.

When An Sheng, carrying a bottle of wine, pushed open the door, Lin Ying had already noticed him from the corner of her eye.

“You want to invite me for a drink?”

Lin Ying slowly sat up; lying too long had caused dizziness from insufficient blood flow to her brain.

But she paid little attention to the dizziness—her gaze fixed instead on the white Yingying creature.

The white fox was one of the few things that had stirred any interest in Lin Ying since that incident.

To find out whether the white fox was a hallucination before death or a product of a mad world, she, like a doll without a wind-up key, secretly took pills to rewind her own internal spring.

“Ying—”

“Yingying! Ying!”

Lin Ying lowered her hand from her temples and looked at An Sheng, who was whimpering—but sadly, she had no talent for understanding animals.

She couldn’t decipher what the fox was trying to say.

But she sharply noticed the dirt on An Sheng’s front paws.

And the fox seemed especially fond of the texture of her bedsheet—when his paws rested on the mattress, he unconsciously rubbed them against the soft fabric.

【What are you really? A human? A mythical beast? Or just a figment of my imagination before death?】 Lin Ying sighed faintly in her mind, half-self-mocking, hoping to hear from you something about reincarnation.

【Wish fulfilled: Pingzhang Dasheng (better to let Lin Ying believe you’re a life miracle with a mohawk than to believe you’re something that doesn’t exist).】

Lin Ying, distracted by low blood sugar and dizziness as she sat up, drifted into random thoughts.

Her subconscious wish, crystallized into text, appeared in An Sheng’s mind.

“Damn, Pingzhang Dasheng? Look at these little arms and legs of mine—do I look like someone who could go to the Underworld and become Pingzhang Dasheng?”

Seeing Lin Ying’s wish, An Sheng involuntarily sucked in a breath.

Lin Ying had made two wishes to An Sheng so far. The first was for her family to return after an accident.

The condition for fulfillment was time reversal; the perfect fulfillment condition was helping her overcome depression.

The second wish was even crazier—seeing his behavior like a sentient demon, she’d imagined an entirely fictional place and wanted him to go there.

Macin gunning down the Underworld? Advantage us? What a load of nonsense!

“Sis, how about I roll over and show you my belly—see if I look like Doraemon?”

An Sheng muttered a few sarcastic remarks, turned around, grabbed the phone from the nightstand, and skillfully entered the five-zero password to open the Notes app.

An Sheng typed two lines in Notes, then carried the phone to Lin Ying’s face and tapped her thigh.

The fox’s tiny paw tapped, scattering all the unscientific fantasies swirling in Lin Ying’s mind.

【I brought you a gift.】

【By the way, sis~ lend me some jewelry, cash, and luxury handbags.】

“.”

Lin Ying stared at the text on the phone, then at the harsh midday sun outside the window, and fell silent.

Can a person really get possessed in broad daylight?

“What are you?” Lin Ying had seen An Sheng order takeout and drag her around by force to eat.

At first, she’d comforted herself: maybe she’d overdosed on medication and was hallucinating.

But after the fox typed two lines of text using Pinyin input, she knew she wasn’t insane—the world was!

If the world weren’t insane, how could such an absurd scene appear before her?

But thanks to her own severe illness, she was only briefly startled—then her expression returned to dead stillness.

An Sheng flipped the phone and typed:

【I’m just a fox—fuzzy, stylish, and good at doing a mohawk.】

【We’ll talk about that later—I need luxury items now, to show off and slap faces.】

After reading the message, Lin Ying was stunned—but due to her illness, her expression remained cold and blank as she nodded slightly: “Fine. Take whatever you want from my safe and wardrobe.”

“Whether you return them or not doesn’t matter—they mean nothing to me anyway.”

An Sheng, who had been thrilled to receive her permission and was about to pick out luxury items, felt a pang when he saw her crawl back under the covers.

He’d seen the living. He’d seen the dead.

But he’d never seen a living person quietly waiting to starve to death—neither in his past life nor this one.

Lin Ying was the first.

An Sheng sighed inwardly.

“Stop sleeping! Come help!” An Sheng ran back to the bed, bit Lin Ying’s collar, and dragged her out:

“You expect a fox to dress himself?”

“Come help me pick which one’s the most expensive.”

As Lin Ying was dragged along, listening to the fox’s clear whimpering, her face remained expressionless:

“I don’t understand your language. If you need to tell me something, type it on my phone.”

【Help me change clothes—you can’t expect a fox cub to dress himself, can you?】

“.”

【Help me slick up that tuft on my head!】

In the master bedroom, the dressing game began—and Lin Ying felt a faint spark of interest in life.

(End of Chapter)