Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Dispel the Evil Spirit (17)
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After packing his stuff, Xia Han stood in front of Chuzheng with his belongings and only then did he realize what was happening.

“Why are you packing?”

“Descending the mountain.” She had had enough of running back and forth between Dongfu City and Taokong Mountain!

Anyway, for this weakling, Taokong Mountain was no good place, and it would be better to take him to Dongfu City.

The most important thing was that she had just stolen… ahem, taken out, the Good Person Card. Would those people from Taokong Mountain just let it go?

With so many of them, it was too annoying; she might as well just leave.

“Descending the mountain?” Xia Han was shocked. “But I…”

“Two million, enough for you to live in Dongfu City,” Chuzheng said. “Are you coming or not?”

Xia Han glanced at the place he had lived for over a decade, hesitating.

“If you don’t leave, I will.”

Chuzheng walked down the mountain, and the Evil Ghost scurried along behind Chuzheng.

There was meat to eat following the boss.

He didn’t want to stay with his poor ghost of a master.

Xia Han ran to catch up with Chuzheng.

Chuzheng was planning to fly back, but then she realized she had a problem following her, so she couldn’t fly back.

She had no choice but to walk forward with him.

Xia Han didn’t have much with him, just a small cloth bag and apparently only one set of clothes, but the dragon pattern was exquisitely embroidered.

Wearing it, he looked like the young master of a wealthy family, with clear, sharp features, rosy lips, and white teeth—the kind that Evil Spirits liked the most.

He had the appearance of a wealthy young master but not the life of one.

It was a mystery where Xia Han got this set of clothes from.

Chuzheng wanted to ask, but considering it didn’t fit her image of being high and cold, she pretended not to notice.

“Little Beauty, do you think I’m useless?”

“You’re not just useless; you also have inexplicably soft-hearted and kind moments,” Chuzheng floated about with ease. “These are weaknesses for someone who wants to become stronger.”

Xia Han turned his head. “Don’t you have them?”

“No.”

“Then why are you so good to me?”

“If I want to be good to you, I will be, what reason do I need?” Chuzheng didn’t bring up the Good Person Card issue again, because it was useless to do so.

This little liar would verbally say you’re a good person, how nice you are.

But in his heart?

He didn’t think she was a good person at all.

Liar!

Thinking about it made her so angry.

She might as well leave him here.

Chuzheng floated a bit faster, and Xia Han had to run to keep up. “Little Beauty, can you slow down, please? I can hardly keep up…”

Xia Han’s voice was thrown behind by the wind and eventually completely disappeared.

In the wilderness, Xia Han faintly heard a whining sound.

He looked around, exhaled, and sped up his pace.

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The housing prices in Dongfu City were slightly high, and although Xia Han’s two million seemed like a lot, if he bought a house, there wouldn’t be much left afterward.

Xia Han sat in the hotel, looking at those house prices with a gloomy expression: “This is too expensive.”

He was indeed very poor.

Chuzheng tossed a file folder in front of him.

“Little Beauty.” Xia Han immediately turned to her with a smile. “You’re back, was the sun too strong outside, are you alright?”

She never told him when she was going out; he never knew when she had left.

“I’m fine.”

Chuzheng floated to the edge of the bed.

Xia Han opened the file folder but his gaze lingered on her, as if making sure she was alright.

Xia Han pulled a key out from inside and then nothing else followed.

What was this?

There was a note attached to the key, with an address on it.

“What’s this?”

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“This is for you,” Chuzheng, the boss, waved her hand and lay down on the bed.

Xia Han held the key, wondering about something. A minute later, he climbed onto the bed, “Little Beauty, does this count as keeping me?”

“In your dreams?” Chuzheng glanced at him. Why would she keep him for nothing? He wasn’t of much use.

“I do feel like I’m dreaming…” Otherwise, how could I have met you?

Xia Han murmured softly as he lay down next to Chuzheng.

“Little Beauty, do you think we had a connection in our past lives?”

Chuzheng shifted to the side, creating some distance.

“A karmic connection?” If I didn’t owe you in the past, why would I be here now?

“…” Xia Han turned on his side, propping up on his arm, “Little beauty, you see, the good feelings I have for you are strange, as if we’ve met before.”

“…” That’s because of the Ghost Pact, stupid.

“We definitely had marital ties in our past life.” He moved closer to Chuzheng, his clear eyes reflecting her image as he said with all seriousness, “That’s why we still met in this life.”

Chuzheng: “…”

You’re happy, that’s good. You’re a Good Person Card, can’t provoke a Good Person Card, can’t contradict…

Xia Han sat up, looking down at Chuzheng, “Little Beauty, do you think I’m handsome?”

“Handsome won’t fill your belly.”

“Then do you like good-looking ones?”

“Even ghosts appreciate beauty.”

“So, you do like it. Little Beauty, I like you, so why don’t we get together?” Xia Han concluded.

“Aren’t we together now?”

“Not in that way.”

Chuzheng frowned slightly. What other way is there to be together? Bound together?

“Little Beauty, you’re so good to me, I can’t repay you, I’ll dedicate my body to you,” the young man said with a grin.

Xia Han looked particularly handsome when he smiled, with a contagious pure joy that could lift anyone’s spirits.

“No need.” What would she do with his body, use it as an ornament?

The young man braced his hands on either side of Chuzheng’s head, trapping her between the bed and his chest.

As Chuzheng asked him what he was doing, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.

The warmth and softness of the young man’s lips, as they rubbed against her own lips, made him look like a little puppy licking.

Chuzheng gripped the young man’s wrist, and in the blink of an eye, she pushed him away.

She pressed down on him, “Stop it.”

The young man couldn’t move his arms, as coldness enveloped him.

“Little Beauty, could you let me go please?” the young man pleaded, “I’m so cold.”

Chuzheng, afraid that too much contact would freeze the Good Person Card, let up on her grip.

Who knew that as soon as she let go, he pounced over, and Chuzheng raised her hand to his forehead.

She stood up, floating into mid-air, while the young man sat on the bed, looking up at her.

Right then, Chuzheng didn’t want to look at him and turned to pass through the wall, standing in the hotel corridor.

Chuzheng floated forward in slight agitation.

That inexplicable Ghost Pact always made her want to be nicer to the weakling, even nicer… she couldn’t even refuse his requests.

How exactly could she break this darn Ghost Pact!

And…

She always felt there was something off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Chuzheng lifted her hand, her fingertips touching her lips, which seemed to still retain the warmth of the young man’s breath.

It was quite comfortable…

I’ll go back for a kiss later.

Chuzheng paused, looking blankly into the void.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened, and two boys came out. She stared at one of them and silently retreated a step back.

She couldn’t accept being touched by anyone other than Xia Han.

When they first met, she could have avoided contact, but she didn’t…

It wasn’t possible that she would let Xia Han touch her just because he was a Good Person Card.

Chuzheng felt she had gone bad.