No one dared to answer Chen Song’s pointed question. Every single person in that room who had successfully secured a job within the company had only done so by going through Chen Song’s illicit back-door connections. Many of them possessed absolutely no professional qualifications at all to support them in obtaining those prestigious positions. They were rely ghosts hidden within the system.
"Just wait for the result. Well... I already know exactly what my own result will be. There is no hope left for ." Chen Song sighed, looking and sounding utterly hopeless.
Everyone remained suffocatingly silent. No one dared to even breathe too loudly at this tense mont. Xue Jinghua sank back onto the sofa as if her legs had suddenly turned to lead. Her face was deathly pale, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably in her lap. Beside her, Chen Guoliang remained silent, his expression dark, shadowed, and completely unreadable.
Then, one of the relatives finally found their voice and spoke up.
"It must be ili’s fault, right? It all cos back to her." He stated, pointing an accusing finger.
"Yeah... This is entirely her fault. If it were not for her big mouth calling Chairwoman Tang a kept woman, none of this disaster would have ever happened." Another relative said, nodding in fervent agreent as they desperately searched for a convenient scapegoat.
Chen ili did not dare to lift her head, her long hair shielding her face from their piercing glares.
"ili did not an for any of this to happen. She is still just a child." Xue Jinghua said, her voice weak, yet still instinctively wanting to protect her daughter even now.
"Humph! A child? Because you keep spoiling her like that, she has beco the total disaster she is now." The relative replied sharply, cutting her off without rcy.
The relatives began to turn like a pack of hungry wolves, blaming Chen ili for everything that had happened to them. Chen Song could not hold back his boiling frustration any longer.
"That’s enough! I don’t care if you want to shout until you are hoarse, but stop blaming her like that in my house. I am utterly exhausted, and I want to get so much-needed rest. You all can return to your own hos. Staying here and pointing fingers will not solve our current problem." Chen Song said, gesturing toward the door with a finality that brooked no further argunt.
....
After the intense confrontation with Master Chunwei, Yu Qi wanted to leave the place imdiately. However, she ca across a woman who was crying hysterically. When the woman saw Yu Qi, she desperately grabbed Yu Qi’s hand.
"Where is this place? Why am I here?" The woman asked through her sobs.
"Calm down and stop crying. You don’t rember why you were here?" Yu Qi asked carefully.
The woman listened to Yu Qi’s words and stopped crying.
"Yes. I... I simply don’t rember." The woman said as she tried fruitlessly to rember.
"Do you rember who you are?" Yu Qi asked, her voice calm but carrying an underlying weight that seed to demand the truth.
Yu Qi had been acutely aware of another presence lurking within the house long before she had even stepped across the threshold. It was a faint, flickering energy, distinct from the malice she had encountered later. However, that specific presence had remained strangely dormant, failing to manifest even when she was locked in a life-or-death confrontation with Master Chunwei and that grotesque creature. Now, looking at the woman, she wondered if this was the source of that lingering aura.
"Yes... I am Chang Shuchun. I... I am a charm seller." The woman stated, her voice trembling as she clung to the one fact that gave her a sense of identity.
"Then, tell , what is the very last thing that you rember before finding yourself here?" Yu Qi probed, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched for any sign of deception or mory gaps.
"I... I... I think I was just doing my ordinary job." Chang Shuchun replied, a deep, pained frown etching itself onto her forehead as she strained to recall the sequence of events.
The mories felt like sand slipping through her fingers, grainy and impossible to hold onto.
"You say you are a charm seller?" Yu Qi verified, her interest piqued. "You an you sell talismans and spiritual protections?"
"Yes. I make them all by myself. I’ve always had a knack for it." Chang Shuchun nodded, a flicker of pride montarily lighting up her weary eyes.
Yu Qi stared at Chang Shuchun for a few silent, heavy monts. Using her inner vision, she could see that this woman possessed a rare, innate power shimring within her soul. It was a pure, stabilising energy. A dark realisation began to dawn on Yu Qi. It was highly probable that this woman had been used as a living vessel, a spiritual battery of sorts, to block malevolent backlashes for Master Chunwei while he practised his dark arts.
"So, can you tell why I am here? Why am I in this place?" Chang Shuchun asked, her cheeks flushing with a touch of embarrassnt as she realised a girl as strikingly beautiful as Yu Qi was staring at her with such intense, unblinking scrutiny.
"I don’t know the full story yet. I was summoned here by a mysterious ssage. However, once I arrived and saw the state of things, I realised it was nothing more than a dangerous, elaborate prank." Yu Qi said smoothly, choosing to keep the supernatural battle to herself for the ti being.
"I see." Chang Shuchun nodded, though she looked far from convinced.
However, she did not think much about the matter.
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