HRPM – Chapter 460 The story is well-crafted.

“Arguments aren’t about who’s right. They’re about who’s louder, who’s more shameless, and who has the stronger presence. Once you’ve got the upper hand in those, even someone who came looking to settle the score can’t do anything to you.”

Xiao Che gritted his teeth in frustration, forcing down the anger surging inside him.

“Who’s the one being fierce here? Now explain yourself properly. Tell me exactly what you did last night.”

“Ahem! Well, here’s what happened.”

Jin Luoluo launched into her story with exaggerated gestures.

“After the supervisor assigned everyone’s rooms yesterday, all of you heartless people who don’t know how to respect the elderly or care for the disabled disappeared in the blink of an eye. I saw poor Seventeenth Uncle, a disabled man, left all alone, and felt so sorry for him. So, out of the kindness of my heart, I pushed his wheelchair around to help him look around.”

“As we kept going, we wandered farther and farther away until we reached a very remote palace.”

She waved her hands dramatically.

“The place was filled with eerie gusts of wind. It was incredibly spooky! I got goosebumps all over. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a bony skeleton crawling up my back! I was so terrified that my hand jerked, I abandoned Seventeenth Uncle, and ran for my life!”

Black lines practically appeared across Xiao Che’s forehead.

“Are you telling me a ghost story? ‘Eerie gusts of wind’? This is the imperial retreat. Taoist masters have performed purification rituals here, and it’s filled with imperial aura. No ghost would dare come anywhere near this place. You’re talking complete nonsense.”

“Then, at dinner, I noticed Seventeenth Uncle never showed up. That’s when I realized things had gone horribly wrong. He must have gotten lost in that abandoned palace after I left him there. My conscience was so troubled—so very troubled~~~”

“You have a conscience?” Xiao Che said skeptically.

“Even though my conscience bothered me, I still decided to ignore it. After all, that place was so creepy! Just thinking about it scared me.”

“But then the weather suddenly changed. A violent storm broke out with pouring rain.”

“I went back to my room, but the more I thought about it, the guiltier I felt. I imagined Seventeenth Uncle wandering around that desolate garden all by himself, trying to find his way out but getting nowhere, while the rain poured down in sheets. I didn’t know if something terrible might happen to him.”

Growing more animated by the second, Jin Luoluo took a sip of tea before continuing her fabrication.

“So I decided it was my responsibility to bring him back. Filled with humanitarian rescue spirit, I threw on a rain cloak and charged into the storm. Sure enough, I found the Seventeenth Uncle I’d abandoned sitting alone inside a grand hall. The place was pitch black, and there he was, sitting all by himself in his wheelchair. He looked so lonely and pitiful. When we saw each other again, tears welled up in both our eyes.”

Xiao Che clearly didn’t believe a word of it.

Looking at her with unconcealed disdain, he said dryly,

“Mmm. Not a bad story. The plot has plenty of twists and turns, and the emotions are deeply moving. Go on—I’m listening.”