HEIFEIGU -Chapter 103

The ghost’s lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

He floated quietly beside Xie Jixing, lowering his head to look at Zhu Qian.

Zhu Qian stood up and reached out, wanting to touch his A-Ji.

But his hand passed straight through the ghost’s body, leaving only a chill.

Zhu Qian withdrew his hand in confusion, staring sadly, like a helpless child.

He looked up at the ghost again. “A-Ji, I can’t touch you.”

He didn’t dare reach out again, afraid of hurting A-Ji’s soul, yet he couldn’t stop wanting to touch him.

His trembling hand traced the ghost’s outline in the air. There was not a trace of fear in his expression—only overwhelming pain.

A-Ji swallowed. He hadn’t made a real sound in a long time, so his voice came out broken.

“I… came to say goodbye, Zhu Qian.”

“From now on…” The ghost smiled faintly, with a hint of reluctance. “Hurry up and forget me. Start a new life.”

“Impossible!” Zhu Qian shouted emotionally, bumping into the round table.

A teacup shattered with a crack at Xie Jixing’s feet.

Right—there was this person here. He must have a way.

Zhu Qian turned to Xie Jixing and pleaded, “Master, you definitely have a way, right?”

Xie Jixing: ???

What kind of title is that?

Why does it sound like I’m some kind of con artist?

“As long as I can be with A-Ji, I’m willing to pay any price,” Zhu Qian begged sincerely. “Money, power, my body, my lifespan—even my soul. You can have it.”

Seeing that Xie Jixing didn’t respond, his gaze fell on the small knife on the table, then back to A-Ji. His voice was calm yet deranged.

“If none of that works, I still have one last way, don’t I?”

“A-Ji, I’ll cling to you. You’ll never be able to say goodbye to me.”

“Ahem.” Xie Jixing couldn’t stand it anymore. “I do have a way.”

This is turning into some kind of crime-ring drama. Body, lifespan, soul—what would I even want those for?

Zhu Qian and A-Ji both looked at him.

What? Is it strange? Do I look that useless?

“Bringing him back to life is impossible,” Xie Jixing said first, giving them the worst-case conclusion. “Don’t look at me with so much expectation. I really can’t do that.”

“But… spirit attachment is possible. Kind of like possession in horror movies.”

He glanced at the man and the ghost.

“Can you accept that?”

Accepting an object with a spirit inside as your lover.

It sounded ridiculous, but Zhu Qian didn’t hesitate.

“Yes. I accept!”

Xie Jixing looked at A-Ji.

The ghost flickered shyly. “Is it okay? He’s already agreed…”

Tsk, tsk.

Alright. Consensus reached.

A grown ghost can’t be kept at home forever. Xie Jixing wrinkled his nose.

He looked at Zhu Qian. “You’ll need to find a container to hold A-Ji’s soul.”

“Any container will do?” Zhu Qian asked eagerly.

Xie Jixing felt something slightly unhinged in his eyes.

“I’m warning you—don’t do anything illegal,” he said warily.

“Of course not.” Zhu Qian rubbed his body lightly against the floating ghost. “I’ll get A-Ji’s consent too.”

At least he’s still normal.

“Any normal container works. After attachment, you won’t need much else—just money. A lot of it.”

Spirit attachment used his Yin Fire as fuel. Most ghosts weren’t willing to do it—being free-floating was easier. Attachment meant restrictions.

Xie Jixing himself had never burned money like this before. He had no idea how much it would cost.

“Just money?” Zhu Qian sounded suddenly relaxed and incredulous.

What kind of tone is that?

Xie Jixing raised an eyebrow. “You’re rich?”

Zhu Qian scratched his head shyly. “Pretty much.”

“I took down my dad and his illegitimate sons and got back my mom’s property. It’s managed by professionals now, and the returns are great.”

He looked at A-Ji.

“I originally wanted to start my own company and sign you…”

Then he turned to Xie Jixing sincerely.

“Anyway, A-Ji and I won’t have children. Spending money for life isn’t a problem.”

So… your money will last for several lifetimes, huh?

Xie Jixing felt sour enough to get a headache.

“Master, can I take A-Ji for a walk?” Zhu Qian asked carefully. “And talk about what kind of… um, container he likes.”

Xie Jixing was too tired to correct the title. He waved him off.

He needed some time alone to digest the fact that A-Ji was about to become a super-rich ghost.

Zhu Qian took the ghost to the garden.

When the door opened, the two cameras outside stared at each other.

How are we supposed to film this?

Follow him? Or stay here?

Isn’t this a date? Why is he walking alone?

The director watching the footage felt like the sky was falling.

How is this supposed to be edited?

They nodded when they met. Said fewer than three sentences in the car.

After arriving, Zhu Qian muttered a bunch of incomprehensible things, went inside, and started silently going crazy.

Now one person was happily and shyly strolling in the garden alone.

The other had changed rooms and was drinking tea and eating snacks with a tired face.

What kind of magical plot is this?

When they returned to the villa and resumed the livestream, it became even stranger.

Zhu Qian kept gazing affectionately at the air beside Xie Jixing.

But once his eyes met Xie Jixing’s, he immediately switched to a respectful, slightly fearful mode.

【Didn’t they go on a date?】

【Why does it feel like Xie Jixing beat Zhu Qian into submission?】

【Feels like Zhu Qian’s about to pay protection money next. Big lackey vibes.】

【Why is he smiling at the vase next to Xie Jixing? Possessed?】

【Wasn’t Xie Jixing supposed to have the “royalty script”? Where’s the flirty first-date atmosphere? Why is it so weird?】

The other guests felt the same way.

When they heard in the morning that Xie Jixing and Zhu Qian went on a date, Qian Shuyun had been extremely jealous and gloomy.

Now he was confused instead.

He pulled Xie Jixing over and whispered, “What’s wrong with Zhu Qian?”

Why is he smiling so infatuatedly at a vase?

It’s just a normal glass vase!

“Did he get stimulated or something?”

In a way… yes.

Xie Jixing answered vaguely, “Kind of. Similar to what you experienced last time, but also different.”

Qian Shuyun felt he understood. “Oh.”

Then he probed, “You were out so long. What did you do?”

“Listened to music, drank tea, chatted, toured a mansion and garden,” Xie Jixing tried to make it sound nicer.

“That’s quite a schedule,” Qian said sourly. “How big was the mansion?”

“Not that big,” Xie Jixing recalled. “A small garden with lots of fruit, and a European-style villa, four or five floors.”

“There’s also a recording studio, music room, livestream room… pretty well-equipped.”

“You liked it?” Qian raised an eyebrow.

“Why would I like it?” Xie Jixing asked in confusion.

None of that had anything to do with him. It was all for A-Ji.

He was tone-deaf and couldn’t play guitar. If he tried, it’d sound like fluff being plucked.

Qian teased him. “Then what does Teacher Xie like?”

“Money!” Xie Jixing answered firmly.

“Mhm, I understand,” Qian nodded.

Understand what?!

Xie Jixing realized what he’d just said and his ears turned red. “Idiot!”

Tomorrow would be the guests’ first official dates. The partners would be announced at dinner.

Villa No.1’s kitchen was packed.

All four female guests were there.

To Xie Jixing’s surprise, Song Chu was there too.

His cold-faced senior followed behind Chen Mengyu, holding celery and asking softly, “How do I deal with this?”

Definitely outside his money-making skill set.

“Strip off all the dark green leaves, keep the light ones,” Chen Mengyu said coquettishly but bossily. “Then use a brush to clean the grooves.”

So Song Chu frowned slightly and started scrubbing celery.

Yin Lening and Chen Mengyu were both good cooks—especially Chen, who clearly loved cooking.

Soon, a full table was ready.

Zhu Qian brought A-Ji to buy drinks and fruit. When the office worker Gao Xingchuan returned, everyone was present.

This time, choosing seats wasn’t as dramatic.

Zhu Qian took a separate seat first.

Song Chu sat with Chen Mengyu.

Yin Lening sat with Yu Yueting.

Xie Jixing sat next to Qian Shuyun. Jiang Tutu hesitated, then sat beside Qian.

Gao Xingchuan sat next to Jiang Tutu.

Wei Junyuan, who had been putting on airs and waiting to be invited, was completely ignored.

No one went to get him.

He entered last and could only sit alone.

After finishing their meal, the main camera lazily floated over.

The public “execution” on the battlefield of love was about to begin.

In an excited electronic voice, it announced, “I now declare the first date invitations. Guests, please arrange your dates for tomorrow accordingly.”

“Guest Xie Jixing, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you accept or decline?”

It was the message from Boss Qian, of course. Without hesitation, Xie Jixing nodded, “Accept.”

【I bet it’s my Xingyun CP!】

【The Emperor of Film is at the villa today—nose isn’t a nose, eyes aren’t eyes. Nothing looks good. Literally nothing.】

【Seeing him makes lemons feel sweet.】

“Guest Zhu Qian, you did not receive a date invitation. Unfortunately, your first date ends here.”

But Zhu Qian showed no disappointment; instead, he smiled and looked at the hanging painting slightly behind Xie Jixing.

【Creepy!】

【What’s up with this kid? His craziness is so unique.】

“Guest Song Chu, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you accept or decline?”

Song Chu pushed up his glasses and smiled subtly, “I accept.”

“Guest Gao Xingchuan, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you accept or decline?”

Gao Xingchuan smiled brightly, clearly pleased with whoever sent the invitation, “Of course I accept.”

“Guest Wei Junyuan, you did not receive a date invitation.”

“Guest Yin Lening, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you—”

“Accept!” Before the robot could finish, Yin Lening answered first.

【I’m dying, the girl can finally go on a date!】

【I’m crying, she even answered first.】

“…accept or decline?”

“Guest Yu Yueting, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you accept or decline?”

Yu Yueting pursed her lips and secretly glanced at Yin Lening, “A…accept.”

“Guest Chen Mengyu, you’ve received a date invitation. Will you accept or decline?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, I accept.”

“Guest Jiang Tutu, you’ve received two date invitations. Will you accept or decline?”

“Two?” Jiang Tutu widened her eyes in surprise.

【Help, I’m so embarrassed. Why repeat it? To emphasize how popular I am?】

【Why surprised? Can’t the guests see who sent it?】

【Been through it…】

“I think it’s good to get to know more people. I accept.”

“Guest Qian Shuyun, you’ve received three date invitations. Will you accept or decline?”

Three?