AGN -Chapter 134 People of Action

That night, Qin Huai didn’t stay up working overtime to make rice cakes.

Of course, it wasn’t because he was being lazy—it was because Qu Jing had messaged him on WeChat. She told him she roughly knew his daily schedule and didn’t want him to lose sleep because of her. She also said she understood that when he asked if she would come buy rice cakes tomorrow, he was just giving himself an excuse to smooth things over—and she was happy to have a friend like that.

She also casually asked whether Luo Jun would be willing to come to the hospital for therapy the day after tomorrow.

Qin Huai wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but ever since he had walked into Director Qu’s office and discovered Qu Jing’s secret, she seemed to speak more directly.

Luo Jun had been right—Qu Jing’s secret really was a huge breakthrough.

After returning to the residential complex, Qin Huai sent Luo Jun a message saying he had made major progress and that it was time to urgently convene a “tea meeting.”

Then, downstairs, he ran into Zhang Shumei, who was heading out during dinner time to buy a hanging plant.

She smiled at Qin Huai, cheerfully carrying a large canvas bag as she went off to slack around.

At Luo Jun’s home, Chen Huihong had already started eating.

The spread was incredibly lavish.

Two fruit platters, four or five kinds of nuts, every dessert sold by the cafeteria in the past three days, and three bowls of white fungus and pear soup.

Qin Huai felt he didn’t need dinner anymore.

“Go on,” Luo Jun said, sipping his soup and glancing at Chen Huihong, who was cracking sunflower seeds. “What did you find?”

Qin Huai recounted the breakthrough from that afternoon. By the end, Chen Huihong had stopped eating seeds entirely and was sitting upright.

“That serious?” she frowned. “Usually, when a spirit’s obsession runs that deep, their final life doesn’t last long. The fact that Xiao Qu has lived this long is already considered longevity.”

Qin Huai: …

Sister Hong, if you don’t want that mouth, maybe donate it.

Luo Jun didn’t refute her. “True. She’s just lucky to be born in this era. A few decades earlier, in her final life, the grass on her grave would already be half a meter tall.”

Even Luo Jun agreed—Qin Huai suddenly realized the severity of the situation.

“It’s that serious? Then isn’t Qu Jing in real danger?”

Luo Jun rolled his eyes. “Why do you think I insisted she come personally to do my checkups? We don’t have your ability to directly see memories. All we can do is stall things—help her live a few more years so she doesn’t destroy herself.”

Qin Huai detected a trace of resentment in his tone.

Sure enough, Luo Jun’s next words overflowed with it: “Did you change the artist without asking me? The last draft was done pretty quickly—why hasn’t the second one been submitted yet?”

Ah—so it was because Bingbing was slow with the second draft, making Client Luo unhappy.

Qin Huai hurried to explain, “We didn’t change artists. You weren’t satisfied with the first draft, right? The artist has never seen Liu Tao in person, and now she’s older, styled as a married woman—her demeanor has changed. It’s normal that the essence is hard to capture. You have to give her time.”

“If she still hasn’t submitted the second draft by tomorrow, I’ll remind her again.”

Luo Jun reluctantly nodded.

Chen Huihong started eating pecans. “Weren’t we talking about Qu Jing? How did we get to draft submissions? I think Xiao Qin handled things well today. At least she can live five more years now. But what do we do next? We still have no clue about her side quest.”

Qin Huai felt he did have some idea now. The key dessert for the side quest was very likely rice cakes—it couldn’t be wrong. But there were many types and variations of rice cakes, with a relatively low skill ceiling.

On the way back, he had been debating whether to try every variation or focus entirely on perfecting one type.

He shared his thoughts about rice cakes.

Luo Jun waved dismissively. “All that is meaningless right now—you can’t even make it properly yet. You know what my dessert is, right? A B-grade apple-shaped guo’er. Can you make it?”

Qin Huai: …

That was harsh. Not only could he not make it—even Zheng Siyuan couldn’t.

A pastry that required top-tier savory-cooking skills was basically a bug.

But based on Qin Huai’s understanding of Luo Jun, if he said this, it meant he already had a plan.

“So what do you think we should do next?” Qin Huai asked humbly.

Luo Jun was very satisfied with his attitude.

“I’ve said it before—the simplest method is for Chen Huihong to sell me one of her apartments, and I’ll give it directly to Qu Jing so she can move into our complex. Proximity makes everything easier.”

“Actually, Chen Huihong should just gift her a place. She’s just too stingy.”

Chen Huihong calmly continued shelling pecans without responding.

Qin Huai really wanted to ask—couldn’t they gift him a house first? Since he was already Luo Jun’s official heir, couldn’t he inherit one early?

“That’s… not very reasonable, is it?” Qin Huai said. “Our relationship isn’t at the level where we can gift each other property. You can’t exactly tell her you found out she’s also your relative and make her your second heir.”

Luo Jun shook his head. “Too complicated. You people overthink everything. Listen to me—just say it directly.”

Then he took out his phone and called Qu Jing before Qin Huai could stop him.

“Hello?” Qu Jing answered almost instantly.

“Qin Huai and Chen Huihong are at my place,” Luo Jun said bluntly.

There was a brief pause. Qu Jing’s tone remained steady. “Then Qin Huai must have told you everything. You and Sister Hong… weren’t scared, were you?”

Luo Jun snorted. “I’ve lived over ninety years—what haven’t I seen? Yours is nothing. Listen—Chen Huihong has several apartments in this complex, some empty. Yours is rented, right? Come tomorrow, pick one you like, and move in.”

Qu Jing was stunned.

“Did you hear me?”

“I… I did, but isn’t that inappropriate? I remember housing prices here are high, and rent isn’t cheap. Sister Hong’s apartments—”

Luo Jun shot Chen Huihong a look.

She immediately cut in, her voice loud and enthusiastic.

“What’s the problem? They’re empty anyway. Xiao Qu, just move in tomorrow—fully furnished, just bring your bags.”

“If you live here, we’ll have one more person to chat with. And having a doctor in the complex is reassuring for everyone. It’s perfect! Just listen to Mr. Luo—move in tomorrow.”

“I… I’m a neurologist, not—”

“Settled. Come sign the contract tomorrow,” Chen Huihong said, hanging up.

Qin Huai didn’t know what to say. He silently gave them both a thumbs up.

Impressive.

Creatures from the Shan Hai Jing really were all people of action.