【At ten years old, we met as childhood sweethearts sharing the same bed as pillow companions: A person and a cat sharing one pillow, very reasonable.】
【A girl confessed to me, wanting to have my children, but was driven away by him: A stray cat in heat at the doorstep, chased away by Jiang Qiuxin, who also locked Naitang inside the house and forbade him from going out, very reasonable.】
【He stayed out all night, got involved with things he shouldn’t have, discovered he was cheating: Going to a cat café to pet other kittens, got cat hair on him, and was found out, also very reasonable.】
【After I died, he started looking for replacements, each one looking very much like me: All the cats raised are Maine Coons of the same color series, very reasonable.】
In an instant, the entire huge melodramatic story suddenly became logical and reasonable, but then you tell me—how the heck does a cat manage to pay for a membership, make wishes, enter lotteries, type, and chat online?!
Everyone’s speechless gaze focused on this absurd wish-maker.
And that majestic, imposing large Maine Coon cat sat on Jiang Qiuxin’s chest with an elegant posture, almost stepping on him until he bled from the mouth. Yet Jiang Qiuxin didn’t struggle at all; instead, he covered his nose, which had just been struck by the cat’s paw pads, with one hand, while skillfully stroking its back with the other. A muffled voice came from his palm: “So, the old friend Su Ning and the others mentioned was you. I knew Naitang couldn’t bear to part from Daddy. Daddy also misses my big baby…”
“Are you doing well down there? Is there a pet store taking care of your heavy cat fur? Do you have your favorite salmon to eat? You’re not hungry, right?”
“Do you have enough money down there? If not, Daddy will burn some more for you. Don’t let yourself suffer…”
Muttering while holding the Maine Coon as if it were second nature, he sat up. He carefully placed the kitten’s heavy paws on his shoulders, supported its rear with one hand, and thoroughly checked the cat’s physical condition.
The big cat that was scolding and grumbling just a moment ago had now become obedient, lying quietly in his arms and letting him check, occasionally purring with comfort and enjoyment.
Through this whole interaction, Jiang Qiuxin even seemed to radiate a strange maternal glow, leaving everyone watching stunned.
Su Ning awkwardly interrupted their interaction, “You just so easily accepted that the dead cat climbed up to find you, without even a moment of hesitation or psychological preparation?”
Jiang Qiuxin asked him back in confusion, “My son came up to find me, I’m more than happy. Why would I need psychological preparation?”
He called him “cat son” with every bite and every move, behaving like the cat’s father.
Then suddenly he realized, “Naitang, how do you know how to speak human language?”
The Maine Coon was quite displeased upon hearing that and slapped his forehead with a paw again. It meowed angrily a few times, then spoke in human words: “I’ve been dead for so long, can’t I learn a foreign language down there? If I hadn’t learned to speak human, how would I have known you were raising a replacement cat upstairs that looks exactly like me!”
Jiang Qiuxin’s forehead buzzed from the hit.
Seeing this, Jiang Qiao immediately grabbed the Maine Coon away, but Jiang Qiuxin quickly hugged the cat ancestor to stop him, “Uncle, uncle, I’m fine. Naitang hit me but didn’t use claws, it just padded me with its paw pads—it cares about me…”
Jiang Qiao slowly withdrew his hand: …6[mfn] Does anyone know what this 6 could be?[/mfn]
Jiang Qiuxin didn’t feel like he was being pua’d at all. Instead, he kept holding the little cat’s paws, gently coaxing, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have raised other cats. After you left, I was too sad and lonely. This one looks so much like you when you were young that I thought you had come back… Of course, don’t worry, later I realized it couldn’t be you, so I left it in the old castle and had the staff take care of it. I didn’t bring it to our home.”
Jiang Naitang stared at him with amber cat eyes and asked skeptically, “How did you realize that?”
Jiang Qiuxin looked at her with deep affection and absolute certainty: “Of course, because it’s too timid. So cowardly, hitting me didn’t hurt at all, not like you in the slightest.”
Everyone else: …6 What a perfect S cat and its M owner.
Yet both the person involved and the cat involved found it perfectly reasonable. In fact, this explanation successfully convinced Jiang Naitang. It meowed twice, then modestly began to make excuses for itself: “I’m not that unreasonable little cat. You humans live longer than cats, so I really shouldn’t demand that you can only have me as your one and only cat for your whole life, but…”
“But what?” someone asked curiously.
The Maine Coon said something shocking: “The ghosts in the underworld all told me that you humans have a custom called ‘mourning fidelity’. Jiang Qiuxin, if you want to raise another cat, you at least need to observe mourning fidelity for me for ten years to show sincerity!”
Pfft—!
Jiang Qiao nearly choked, “His dad died, and he only observed three years of mourning. Ten years of mourning fidelity for a cat? Who taught you that?”
Jiang Naitang said righteously: “That’s species discrimination! My neighbor, Sister Shuangshuang, said humans are all skilled at sweet-talking. When a cat is alive, they say they’ll love only that one cat for life. But once the cat dies, they immediately switch to a new cat for cuddles and kisses. If humans truly have feelings for the cat that has accompanied them their whole life, then they should observe mourning fidelity to prove it!”
“Mourning fidelity! I will observe it!” Jiang Qiuxin listened, heart burning with passion. He hugged the Maine Coon and gave it a big smooch, then solemnly swore: “Naitang, Daddy’s heart only has you, my little cat. Daddy will observe mourning fidelity for you. Not just ten years, even twenty years without raising another cat. This life, I will only love you! If I can’t do it, let me be reborn as a mouse in my next life so you can bite me every day!”
Goodness, what a heavy oath, what a devoted cat slave. Anyone who saw it couldn’t help but feel deep respect.
Su Weisheng finished eating this earth-shattering bombshell with great interest, feeling that this era was truly fascinating. Everyone’s way of thinking was really abnormal, yet somehow it all made logical sense. Very interesting indeed.
After the person and the cat finished pouring out their hearts, Su Weisheng tapped the table with his fingers to remind them that time was up.
The Maine Coon said goodbye to its human M and didn’t forget to remind them: “Remember to burn me plenty of burial offerings, so I can keep renewing my membership. Just in case I win the lottery again someday, the high priest can arrange for me to come visit you…”
Jiang Qiuxin was stunned: “Renew membership… Renew what membership?”
The figure of the Maine Coon cat had already nimbly leapt into the mist, disappearing without a trace, as if it were just a fleeting dream after years of longing—once awakened, leaving no mark behind.
No, there were still traces.
Jiang Qiuxin turned around excitedly and looked at Jiang Qiao, who had appeared here: “Uncle! Uncle, you saw it, right? Just now, the cat really came to see me. It can’t let me go!”
But Jiang Qiao ignored him, his deep gaze fixed instead on the two people watching from the corner. He focused on one person’s porcelain-white, cold profile and spoke solemnly and slowly: “Divine Messenger, long time no see.”
Su Weisheng turned back to look at him, a faint smile on his lips, his tone calm: “Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence. So Jiang Qiuxin is your nephew after all.”
“Today, I must also thank you for helping him fulfill this dream.” Jiang Qiao no longer needed to probe. The moment he saw Su Weisheng, he was able to identify the mastermind behind everything.
Jiang Qiuxin, coming back to his senses and hearing the conversation between Jiang Qiao and Su Weisheng, was utterly shocked. To be treated with such seriousness by his uncle, great-grandfather’s identity and status must be extraordinary. Moreover, it sounded like the cat’s ability to come from the underworld to send him a dream was entirely arranged by this person.
Who exactly was this little great-grandfather, so powerful and formidable?
The key point was that You Sui had never mentioned him!
Jiang Qiuxin turned to look at his friend, but You Sui was lazily leaning back in his chair, silent. Noticing Jiang Qiuxin’s gaze, he deliberately snuggled closer to Su Weisheng, looking proud and smug, as if relishing his role as a pampered pretty boy.
Jiang Qiuxin was utterly speechless.
With uncle here, naturally, Jiang Qiuxin didn’t need to waste words, nor was it his place to speak.
After a brief, polite exchange, Jiang Qiao directly asked, “Do you think Qiuxin and his cat will have a connection in the future?”
At this question, Jiang Qiuxin immediately leaned forward greedily, nervously watching Su Weisheng, waiting for his answer.
Su Weisheng found it a little amusing—after all, this was his first time fulfilling a “cat’s request”. But throughout the whole process, he had indeed considered the aftermath. Seeing Jiang Qiao grasp the key point, he didn’t hide anything: “Originally, the fate was to end, but now it’s not necessarily without chance.”
“Souls that return from the beast realm to the underworld and still retain their rationality are rare; even rarer are the animal souls that survive well in the underworld year after year, still thinking of people in the living world.”
“It was very lucky for the cat to have the opportunity to meet again the human with whom it shared a bond. But the most interesting thing is that Jiang Qiuxin’s vow affected their own karmic fate line. If you want to insist on a connection, then you must keep the vow you made yourself. That is the chance you have fought for.”
He looked meaningfully at Jiang Qiuxin and said, “It depends on how deep your feelings for the cat are.”
Jiang Qiuxin was stunned.
Jiang Qiao calmly analyzed: “A vow not to keep a cat for ten years? So what will happen after those ten years?”
“After ten years, the cat will be reincarnated, or it will return to the beast realm, or it will be reborn as a human.”
If during these ten years the feelings between them fade and the bond is broken, the vow will naturally disappear as well. At that point, they would go their separate ways without interfering with each other.
So, this fate depends entirely on whether they want to hold on to it.
Su Weisheng didn’t continue speaking. He had already fulfilled Jiang Naitang’s wish; what happened next was no longer his concern. At this moment, it was natural for him to leave.
Jiang Qiao looked toward Su Weisheng’s retreating figure and suddenly asked, “Divine Messenger, do you know what Jiang Naitang meant by ‘membership’?”
Su Weisheng paused his steps and replied nonchalantly, “It is a unique function of the underworld. Members who recharge their membership can make wishes, and the souls of the underworld who are randomly drawn fulfill those wishes.”
And this new feature was developed by him.
Jiang Qiao asked seriously, “How does one recharge the membership? If one keeps making wishes, is it possible for Jiang Qiuxin and his cat to meet repeatedly?”
“It depends on the probability. It is possible.” Su Weisheng glanced at Jiang Qiao with slight surprise, not expecting him to be such a caring uncle, so he casually explained, “There are two ways to recharge membership. One is to burn burial offerings for the deceased, converting them into underworld currency to recharge. The other is through a special recharge channel that allows one to recharge underworld ghosts from the living world.”
After Su Weisheng left, the bedroom soon had only Jiang Qiao and Jiang Qiuxin, uncle and nephew.
Jiang Qiuxin was still lost in his emotions. After some time, when he looked up, he saw his uncle sitting at the desk, intently observing the underworld website.
The recharge page was simple, with only registration and the function to help others recharge. On one side of the recharge section flowed a wish list. A quick glance showed some people wishing to be reincarnated, others wishing to send dreams to family members, and most adding the phrase “High Priest bless” when making wishes.
Jiang Qiao’s face remained calm as he stared at the phrase “High Priest bless” for a long time, then slowly took out a bank card.
“Uncle, are you going to recharge for Naitang?” Jiang Qiuxin was surprised and touched. He hadn’t expected that despite his uncle’s usually cold, aloof, and dignified appearance, he was actually so gentle and caring toward the younger generation.
Thinking this, he saw Jiang Qiao did not click the “Help Others Recharge” button but firmly chose the other option—registration—and charged the entire one million from his bank card into it.
Jiang Qiuxin hurriedly stopped him: “Uncle, if you register and recharge an account, Naitang won’t get the credit either!”
Jiang Qiao glanced at his nephew, sneered coldly, and said bluntly, “If you want to see your cat, spend your own money to recharge. Make your own wishes. What does that have to do with me?”
Jiang Qiuxin: ???
Damn, this ruthless attitude can only be from his uncle!
But he was recharging for Naitang—Uncle, why are you just straightforwardly pouring in one million like that?
Su Ning went off to handle after-sales work. Since Su Weisheng had nothing to do, he naturally returned to his room to rest.
He lay on the bed, about to play on his phone for a bit before sleeping, to conserve energy for tomorrow’s script murder finale. But the underworld app kept beeping nonstop, disturbing him enough that he was about to pull up its page and mute it.
Su Weisheng glanced at the notification. Just as he was about to mute it, his hand froze.
【New registered user Jiang Qiao recharged one million.】
【Friendly reminder: This user is not a spirit; they can only recharge and make wishes, but cannot watch live broadcasts.】
Su Weisheng opened the wish list. The list, originally a constantly refreshing stream of whimsical wishes from underworld souls, was now completely flooded with Jiang Qiao’s wishes.
【Wish the Star Lord would glance at me】
【Want the Star Lord to pay attention to me】
【Want to know when the Star Lord will promote me as his Divine Messenger.】
【Want a response from the Star Lord after praying】
【Star Lord…】
【Star Lord…】
【Star Lord, Star Lord, Star Lord, please look at me QAQ】
Jiang Qiao’s wish list kept refreshing, and the one million he just recharged was almost running out. Yet he persisted in continuously spending money to make wishes, with the name “Star Lord” densely filling every line.
Su Weisheng: “…”
Is this chattiness of the follower a sign that they doubt me, testing whether I am truly the Star Lord by using money?
Soon, apart from Jiang Qiao, another user with the ID “Jiang Chou” followed suit, recharging a million to embark on their own money-fueled wish-making journey.
【I just want to see my cat one more time】
【I want to see Naitang, I want to see Naitang, I want to see Naitang】
【I want Naitang to hit me, I want Naitang to hit me, I want Naitang to hit me】
【I’m begging, let Naitang hit me again!】
Meanwhile, countless spirits, upon seeing the flood of wish requests, immediately erupted in frustration: “Damn it! Who are these shameless people disregarding fairness, using money to forcibly increase their chances of winning?”
“You think we don’t have money, too?”
“If we’re spending, let’s all spend! Let’s see who has more!”
And with that, another wave of frenzied participants dived headfirst into the money-driven contest.
Su Weisheng: “……”
Though he was certainly pleased with the overflowing profits, this kind of unhealthy competition couldn’t go on forever. For long-term growth, Su Weisheng had to step in and put an end to it.
To catch the thief, one must first seize the leader.
Closing his eyes, Su Weisheng sensed the presence of his follower. Soon, among the scattered starlight, he located the unmistakable presence of Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao was staying in the guest room next to Jiang Qiuxin’s. Sitting at his desk, his posture straight, his aura commanding, it seemed like he was handling family affairs.
Looking back at the computer screen, it was still the interface of the underworld app. The numbers kept stacking up—100,000, 200,000, 500,000, 1,000,000—endless top-ups. Once the balance was reloaded, a new round of wishes would begin.
His pale yet handsome face remained indifferent and composed, but his hands moved swiftly across the keyboard, typing frantically. A stream of messages like, “May the Star Lord respond to my prayers, see my sincere devotion, and show more favor to His little follower,” flowed out without pause. The more he wrote, the more excited he became. His whole being practically radiated pink bubbles of devotion toward his faith’s Star Lord.
The next second, a small jade hammer lightly knocked on his forehead, and a cool, detached voice rang out: “Shut up. You’re too noisy.”
Jiang Qiao froze. Then, lowering his head, he murmured in an ultra-soft voice, “Okay, Star Lord.”
Without the chatter of an overly enthusiastic devotee, the Star Lord had a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, he drew open the curtains, basked in the sunlight, and stretched lazily. After freshening up and changing clothes, he turned on the bedroom surveillance and stepped out. On the way downstairs, he casually greeted Su Anyao and the others, who looked equally energetic. When he reached the lower floor, he spotted Jiang Qiuxin staring into space with dark circles under his eyes.
No doubt. The DM had lost sleep.
Stepping outside led to the garden, where he could see Su Ran practicing swordsmanship in the distance. Beside him, Lu Huanjin watched with a grin, occasionally throwing in a few flattering remarks that made Su Ran beam with pride. As expected from that dim-witted little fool, once the misunderstanding was cleared up, the tension evaporated instantly. In just one night, Lu Huanjin had gone from top rival to “my prized little lackey.”
Su Weisheng yawned, heading to the restaurant to get a breakfast buffet. As he ate, he casually flipped through his character sheet, only to scowl upon seeing the last page’s mission: Find out your name and identity.
Tsk. Other players in the immersive escape room start with their own story and then search for the truth. But not him. He had no idea who he was the whole time, just making things up as he went.
Lost in thought, You Sui placed his tray down across from him, smiling mischievously. “Looks like you’re not very satisfied with your final mission, huh?”
Su Weisheng glanced at the character sheet beside You Sui, raised an eyebrow meaningfully, and said, “My mission isn’t important. What I really want to do today is keep you completely silent so you can’t complete any part of yours.”
You Sui sighed. “I was actually thinking of proposing an alliance, but I see you’ve already decided to drag me down with you.”
As they spoke, Su Ran came running in with his notebook, jumping straight into strategizing. “Great-grandfather, listen—I’ve already found out what the others’ missions are. Those humans’ goal is to destroy the entire Ghoul Castle and kill every last ghoul!”
“Now that you’re a ghoul too, they’re our enemies. Let’s form an alliance and wipe out all the humans and ghost hunters!” his great-grandson proposed enthusiastically.
You Sui tapped the table, half-smiling. “You do realize the ghost hunter is sitting right here, right?”
Su Ran, utterly sincere, tried to persuade him. “How about you betray your side and join us? Abandon your identity and become a ghoul—we’re happy to accept you.”
What nonsense. You Sui narrowed his eyes at the smug-looking Su Zhaocai and delivered a firm warning. “I could eliminate you first and then decide whether to switch sides.”
Su Ran immediately darted behind Su Weisheng for protection.
Su Weisheng pondered for a moment, then turned to ask, “What’s your mission?”
Su Ran answered, “To assist Lu Huanjin in becoming the new Ghoul King!”
Su Weisheng nodded. “Got it. Which means Lu Huanjin’s mission must be to kill the current Ghoul King.”
Su Ran froze and clamped a hand over his mouth—but it was too late. He glanced outside and met the gaze of Lu Huanjin, who was rubbing his temples with an exasperated sigh. One looked innocent, the other helpless.
What could Lu Huanjin even say? Sending the top star to handle diplomacy was basically handing the enemy a free kill.
He vaguely suspected that Great-grandfather’s identity was more than just that of a ghoul—there might be a deeper twist hidden within. But for now, forming an alliance and eliminating some players first seemed like the best way to probe Great-grandfather’s true situation.
Well, he was definitely overthinking it.
Sending Su Ran out for diplomacy was like tossing a meat bun to a dog—gone, never coming back.
Su Weisheng watched the two interact, silently smiling, then suggested, “We could indeed form an alliance first, clear out some obstacles, and leave the remaining players to fight the final battle.”
Lu Huanjin stepped in. “Deal.”
In the following rounds, as long as Su Weisheng was present, You Sui didn’t get to play at all.
Meanwhile, Su Anyao and Li Lang had a miserable time. By noon, Su Ran and Lu Huanjin, the ruthless ghoul duo, had eliminated them without hesitation. Wen Ye also got knocked out by the very princess he had been trying to save.
Soon, only five players remained: Su Weisheng, You Sui, Su Ran, Lu Huanjin, and Su Ning.
Another round began. The players exchanged looks before pulling out their items. Lu Huanjin and Su Ran, acting in perfect sync, attacked Su Ning, while Su Ning used his item against Su Ran.
A 2v1 scenario. Su Ning’s elimination seemed inevitable.
Since Su Weisheng and You Sui had to use their items to counter each other, neither could participate in this round’s duel.
Su Ran smirked triumphantly. “Looks like you’re going out first.”
Su Ning, however, remained composed. Instead of panicking, he discreetly surveyed the surroundings, ready to rally support. He turned to Su Weisheng. “What’s Great-grandfather’s play?”
Su Weisheng casually spread his hands. “I’m not playing anything.” There was absolutely no intention of restraining You Sui this round.
You Sui was a ghost hunter, naturally countering their abilities. If Su Weisheng chose not to restrain him, what were they supposed to do? The realization dawned on them, and their expressions shifted as they all turned to look at the hunter.
Predictably, the ghost hunter played his card—an area-of-effect attack that wiped out three opponents in one blow.
Since Su Ning, Su Ran, and Lu Huanjin were all in a severely wounded state, the ghost hunter’s ultimate attack finished them off simultaneously, sending them out of the game in a neat package. Their health had been perfectly calculated. Clearly, Great-grandfather and Great-grandmother had planned this from the start.
The three eliminated players glared at the two for their treacherous tactics.
Seeing this unfold, Grant perked up. Standing at one side of the long table, he looked at the two remaining players seated across from each other, smiling. “This game can only have one final winner. Only one of you can complete your mission. Do you still have any usable items? How do you plan to defeat your opponent?”
You Sui lazily spread his hands, completely unbothered. He glanced at Su Weisheng and said, “I’ve eliminated both my own teammates and yours. That’s proof of my sincerity, right?”
“It’s enough.” Su Weisheng chuckled lightly. “I still have one item left to use.”
Grant, still smiling, confirmed, “And who will you use this item on?”
Su Weisheng glanced at him, then casually dropped the bombshell: “On you.”
Grant’s smile froze.
After a pause, he slowly said, “Please don’t joke around. Confirm your target—”
“It’s you,” Su Weisheng repeated calmly.
You Sui, grinning, added, “No point in struggling. It’s you.”
Grant’s expression darkened. “You…”
Su Weisheng said calmly, “No matter how this game plays out, as long as there’s one player left standing, you will kill them—securing your victory as the final winner, correct?”
“That’s why I’m using my item on you.”
【Grant Eliminated】
Only two players remained.
You Sui had no more items left and conceded outright.
Su Weisheng claimed victory.
Grant, still processing his elimination, furrowed his brows and asked, “Did you find out your name and identity?”
“Me?” Su Weisheng looked unconcerned. “I suppose I’m the former Ghoul King.”
“Huh?” Su Ning was stunned. “My dad?”
Su Weisheng gave him a long, meaningful look. “Yes, I’m your dad. Good son.”
Su Ning froze. For some reason, a shiver ran down his spine.
Su Anyao and the others still couldn’t wrap their heads around it. As they reviewed the game post-match, they chattered, “Why is Great-grandfather the former Ghoul King? And he didn’t even know? Just how much hidden plot did we miss?”
Of course, Su Weisheng hadn’t known. He had only pieced together clues based on everyone else’s reactions.
Hearing their questions, he casually tossed his character sheet over.
Curious, the group flipped open the thick booklet, only to be met with four bold words on the very first page: 【You Have Amnesia.】
Damn.
“So you were deceiving us the entire time?!” someone broke down. “You had no information, knew nothing, yet you led the game and played us all like fools!”
At this realization, everyone was devastated.
How could something this outrageous happen? Holding a script in their hands, yet completely played by Great-grandfather, who had nothing. Not only had they spilled all their own intel, but they had handed over their items and helped him secure the final victory!
Absolutely humiliating. A true disgrace.
During the debrief, the DM outlined the game’s backstory.
The former Ghoul King (Su Weisheng) had wreaked havoc upon the world, committing countless atrocities, leading to a fierce conflict with the ghost hunter (You Sui). After suffering critical injuries at the hunter’s hands, he escaped the ancient castle, only to be betrayed by Grant (DM), his subordinate, who seized the throne.
Fortunately, the former Ghoul King had left a failsafe before his near-death, allowing him to reincarnate into a human—but the price was total amnesia. He remembered nothing and only instinctively found his way back to the castle.
Grant, eager to eradicate any remnants of his predecessor, sent underlings to hunt down the Ghoul King’s daughter (Su Ning), leading to her severe injury. She was rescued by Wen Ye, a human, only to later be dragged back to the ghoul’s domain, interrogated about her father’s whereabouts.
Su Ran and Lu Huanjin, Grant’s loyal enforcers, had both sustained injuries during the pursuit of Su Ning. One devoured Li Lang’s fiancée, the other Su Anyao’s brother, setting off a blood feud that led directly to the game’s chaotic opening.
With multiple endings awaiting players to unlock, Su Weisheng had shaped a game-exclusive conclusion: The former Ghoul King regained his memories, slaughtered everyone, reclaimed the throne, and thus began a new cycle of carnage…
After the immersive live-action roleplay, everyone reluctantly packed their bags, still caught up in the experience. As Su Weisheng carried his luggage downstairs, he happened to catch sight of the Jiang family uncle and nephew chatting in the garden.
To be precise, Jiang Qiao was sternly reprimanding Jiang Qiuxin for neglecting his responsibilities, his imposing presence so overwhelming that others instinctively took detours to avoid him. Jiang Qiuxin, intimidated, kept his head down and endured the scolding in silence.
Su Weisheng paused mid-step, intending to take a different route, but Jiang Qiao had already turned and noticed him.
Jiang Qiuxin suddenly realized the reprimanding voice above his head had vanished. He waited, but nothing came.
When he finally looked up, he saw his uncle staring unblinkingly at Su Weisheng. Then, to his absolute shock, a faint blush appeared on Jiang Qiao’s pale and somber face. He coughed lightly, lowered his gaze, and spoke in an unexpectedly soft, gentle voice, “Mr. Su, good afternoon. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
His shy demeanor was exactly like a fangirl meeting her idol.
This was supposed to be his ruthless, decisive, sharp-tongued uncle?
Jiang Qiuxin looked utterly thunderstruck.
Su Weisheng stared at the scene in silence, exhaling quietly in resignation. Great. That overly talkative devotee had definitely recognized the Star Lord in person.
