Volume One, Chapter 71: Miss Bai (5)

Qin Yu lowered the camera, flashed a toothy, sweet smile at Mu Ling, but it made Mu Ling break out in goosebumps.

“If you’re not the one to fetch it, I won’t feel at ease.”

What Mu Ling heard was: So Xiao Yu trusts me that much!

Watching Mu Ling suddenly brimming with fighting spirit, Qin Yu furrowed her brows.

What nonsense is this ghost thinking now?

After handling the matter with Xiao Qing, Qin Yu glanced at Luo Tian Shang, who was still coaxing his beloved wife. She covered her mouth and coughed lightly, “Mr. Luo, there’s something I’d like to consult you about. Could we have a word in private?”

Zhang Wanwan had heard plenty about Qin Yu from Luo Yiyi, so she trusted her deeply.

“Whatever the master asks, you should answer honestly, alright?” After reminding Luo Tian Shang, Zhang Wanwan left on her own accord.

Qin Yu sent a phone number to Luo Yiyi’s account backstage. “Mr. Luo, please call me. I’ve sent the number to your inbox.”

The audience immediately sensed that they weren’t meant to overhear this conversation and protested.

“Master, is there anything we can’t listen to?”

“Streamer, we want to hear… Just say it here in the live chat.”

But Qin Yu ignored all their objections.

With so many people watching, some things were best kept private.

Luo Tian Shang dialed the number, and Qin Yu muted the live broadcast.

“Master.”

Qin Yu responded with a soft “mm,” and went straight to the point. “Are all the antiques in your home collected by you in this generation?”

“To be honest, most of the antiques here were passed down from my ancestors,” Luo Tian Shang’s voice drifted quietly through the phone. “My great-grandfather once told me our family had an ancestor who ascended to immortality thanks to a magical artifact. That’s why the Luo family has a tradition of collecting antiques.”

He paused, sounding a bit embarrassed. “But I lack ambition. I never hoped to achieve immortality myself—I just want to keep my home peaceful and my family happy.”

Qin Yu’s bright eyes blinked, continuing, “Do you know what kind of artifact your ancestor used to ascend?”

Luo Tian Shang shook his head. “I was too young then, and didn’t care much for my great-grandfather’s mystical stories, so I never paid attention.”

The question marks in Qin Yu’s mind grew ever larger. “Are all the antiques your family buys always purified by Qingfeng Temple?”

At the mention of Qingfeng Temple, Luo Tian Shang’s temper flared. He forced himself to stay calm. “Of course!”

Qin Yu narrowed her eyes.

This Qingfeng Temple was suspicious.

She glanced quickly and saw that Luo Tian Shang’s features in the live broadcast had begun to shift—

Qin Yu’s expression changed abruptly. “Mr. Luo, take your wife and daughter and leave Dijin as soon as possible. Find a place where no one knows you and start over. Remember, don’t reveal your whereabouts to anyone, or your lives could be in danger.”

Luo Tian Shang’s face tensed subtly. “Understood, Master.”

Qin Yu saw the stubborn darkness lingering between his brows and felt a vague sense of unease.

After ending her call and video with Luo Tian Shang, Qin Yu unmuted the live broadcast.

“Does anyone here know lip reading? Can you translate what the streamer and Luo Yiyi’s father said?”

“I want to know too, it’s killing me!”

“I learned lip reading, but I can’t make it out.”

“Wife, what did you talk about? I want to know.”

Qin Yu yawned twice in a row, speechless at these lively viewers. “It’s already three o’clock—aren’t you tired?”

Even Ye Puming, who was still connected to the stream, was struggling to stay awake, his head drooping.

“If the moon doesn’t sleep, neither will I.”

“Night owl champion reporting in.”

“It’s three-oh-two now—let’s round it off and sleep at three-thirty.”

“I was pretty sleepy, but the secret conversation between the streamer and Luo Tian Shang piqued my curiosity. Now I’m wide awake… How about you tell me what was said so I can finally get some rest?”

“Damn, the abacus beads are bouncing right off my face.”

Qin Yu twitched her lips. This batch of viewers was truly wild.

Just then, Ye Puming’s head slipped, landing with a “thud” on the table, jolting himself awake.

Holding his aching forehead, he blinked drowsily, “Is it over?”

“Mm, the Luo family’s matters are mostly settled.”

Ye Puming clasped his hands and bowed respectfully to Qin Yu. “I admit defeat.”

With that, he sent Qin Yu a “True Love Arrives” gift.

“Master Ye moves fast—I can only say, impressive.”

“I’m now a fan of Master Ye; he seems pretty accurate and affordable. I think I’ll go to him for minor issues in the future.”

“There are too few lucky draws in Master Dianqiu’s stream—I’m following Master Ye now.”

“Wife, shouldn’t you be more alert? Someone’s stealing your business.”

“Why do I sense a hint of conspiracy here? Feels like Ye Puming is just riding our master’s popularity.”

“Forget it. If this were a conspiracy, wouldn’t my wife see through it? Stop guessing here.”

It was the middle of the night, so the number of viewers was already low. More than half had been lured away by Ye Puming’s lower prices, leaving Qin Yu’s stream with only about a hundred active fans.

Qin Yu was utterly exhausted, yawning endlessly, eyes watering.

“Brothers and sisters in the chat, if you need anything, go to Master Ye’s stream.”

Overcome by sleep, Qin Yu managed a “Good night” before ending the broadcast.

Half-awake, she felt the softness of silk brushing her face—itchy, delicate.

A strange fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, making her throat tighten.

Qin Yu pulled off the silk scarf from her face and sat up abruptly. At her ear came a woman’s voice, clear and bright as a mountain stream, “You’re awake?”

Confused, Qin Yu looked around—the world was gray and hazy, not her bedroom. This must be the ghost domain.

“You’ve come for the silver hairpin, haven’t you?”

Qin Yu took the silver hairpin from her pocket.

It wasn’t valuable, but its design was novel.

The head of the pin was carved with a lifelike pear blossom, and a delicate pink butterfly danced atop its petals.

The woman, hidden in the surroundings, asked carefully, “Would you be willing to return it to me?”

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow. “Why ask? It’s yours—taking it back is only natural.”

With that, she offered the silver hairpin to the space before her.

The woman was startled, wanting to reach for it but hesitating. “Don’t you blame me for harming others?”

Qin Yu arched her brow, countering, “Was it you?”

The woman shook her head vigorously. “No, no.”

“I came only to reclaim my pear blossom hairpin. But those two were guilty—when I appeared, they were so frightened they nearly lost their lives. One died by hitting the back of her head when she fell into the pond and drowned; the other jumped from the bridge into the river herself.”

She had merely wanted to ask where they’d put her hairpin. They refused to answer and ended up dead—how was that her fault?

The woman grew more aggrieved with every thought.

“Then what about blowing out the soul lamp of Song Weijia?”