Chapter 16: Agreeing to Go to Baize Village with Baize Kai

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The last outsider who demanded a confession from her in person seemed like a distant memory now, as if grass had grown tall over their grave. She wasn’t even sure if the grave still existed. Her thoughts drifted momentarily, but Fu Xixi nonchalantly pulled herself back to the present.

She looked at Bai Zekai, who nervously swallowed. There was something about her smile that felt mischievous, even sinister.

Then, in the next moment, Fu Xixi’s sweet yet maddening words rang out.

“I’m not one for trouble, so let me get straight to the point. In elementary school, you first encountered biology. Out of curiosity about organs, you compared lengths and distances with others in the bathroom.”

“In middle school, influenced by romance novels, you stole a pen from your crush as a keepsake, but later realized it was a moral issue and returned a new pen.”

“As for high school, it gets a bit more unsavory. Curious about women, you stole a sanitary pad from your mother, placed it in your underwear, and when you realized your urine couldn’t be contained, you jumped into water to pretend you’d fallen in, and your mother has never found out.”

She paused, smiling brightly. “Am I right?”

Bai Zekai’s face flushed a fiery red, his hands trembling as he struggled to find a word in rebuttal.

At that moment, Fu Xixi suddenly slapped her forehead as if struck by realization. “Oh! Were you wondering how girls could bleed every week and still survive?”

Bai Zekai’s expression darkened further. Not out of anger, but because she had hit every mark.

Seeing Fu Xixi eager to continue, Bai Zekai abruptly stood.

“Stop talking! I believe you already!”

If she kept going, he’d lose all shame—he couldn’t bear it.

Bai Zekai had to admit he had been naive before. Since childhood, his education had been unusual; he was accustomed to ideas beyond the ordinary, so he was more receptive to extraordinary notions.

His demeanor softened, becoming more respectful and shedding his usual carefree air. “Master, since you’re reading my fortune, does that mean misfortune awaits me?”

He was a quick learner when it came to reading the situation.

At least, don’t mention his past embarrassments—anything else was acceptable.

Fu Xixi’s face turned serious, and she opened her fair palm.

“Five hundred.”

Bai Zekai: “...”

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed it was the same person.

After some thought, he obediently took out his phone and prepared to transfer money.

“I don’t have a phone.”

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“Well then!”

In the end, Bai Zekai relented and dug out five bills of three-digit sums from his drawer.

Fu Xixi was satisfied, her eyes sparkling as she reluctantly tore her gaze away from the money to look at Bai Zekai. “Remember what I said earlier?”

Bai Zekai hesitated, then his face turned pale. “Are you saying someone in my family... will die?”

He barely managed to say the last word.

Fu Xixi nodded and then shook her head. “More precisely, someone in every household in your entire village will...”

Bai Zekai couldn’t bear to hear that ill-omened word and quickly interrupted. “Master, is there any way to break the curse?”

He no longer cared if the fortune-telling could reveal so much; the fact that she knew his hidden embarrassments proved her skill.

“There is a way, but it comes at another price.”

Meeting Fu Xixi’s sparkling eyes, Bai Zekai hesitated. “How... much?”

If too much, he’d have to ask the village chief for funds.

She said, “I don’t know yet. I’ll need to visit your village to assess the situation before quoting a price.”

Such a practical answer, yet Bai Zekai liked her straightforwardness and nodded. “Alright, let’s go now; I’m really worried.”

After all, this was a matter of life and death—how could he not be anxious?

“Not now,” Fu Xixi shook her head but gave a clear answer. “No need to worry, I will come to your village soon. Nothing will happen.”

It sounded like something a con artist might say.

Yet Bai Zekai didn’t doubt her at all and quickly agreed. “Good. Master, can I have your number in case of emergencies?”

“No, get one for me now.”

Hearing this, Bai Zekai’s faith in her grew stronger. Only a true master would be so plain.

He quickly got a SIM card for Fu Xixi. “Master, this card has no data plan but offers a month of free calls, which should be enough. Do you need a phone as well?”

“Yes,” Fu Xixi answered, sticking to her original preference. “That one.”

Following her finger, Bai Zekai saw an old-fashioned phone. He hesitated. “Master, nowadays people prefer smartphones. Would you like a smart one instead?”

Fu Xixi smiled. “No, I like this one.”

That brat didn’t realize she was short on cash!

Still, Bai Zekai, being a sincere and somewhat naive young man, insisted, “Master, smartphones are very handy. You can play games when bored and even use them to receive payments, like this one…”

He gritted his teeth. “I’ll give you two hundred for it; it’s a secondhand phone I bought for five hundred.”

Any lower, his grandfather would be furious. Bai Zekai sincerely offered the phone, thinking of the master’s preference. “If you don’t like it...”

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“No!”

Fu Xixi had never felt so resolute.

“Personal tastes can change, but right now, I like this.”

She quickly snatched the phone away. Bai Zekai was left speechless.

Such... impulsive taste.

Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, those two hundred were the very bills he took from his drawer earlier.

Exhaling deeply, Bai Zekai thought, compared to money for fate, this was nothing.

He diligently helped Fu Xixi set up the SIM card, downloaded necessary apps, and even a simple puzzle game.

“Master, you can’t play big games on this phone—it will lag.”

Fu Xixi was busy registering a WeChat account and smiled at his words. “That’s fine; I don’t like games.”

Only after seeing Fu Xixi off did Bai Zekai finally relax.

Since the master had promised, she would surely keep her word.

Half an hour later—

“So, you not only gave her a phone but also three hundred and a SIM card?!”

In the small phone shop, the old man huffed, blowing on his beard and glaring.

Bai Zekai nervously looked at his grandfather and whispered, “I also gave her a bag of oranges.”

Bai Zhenrui drew in a breath, pounding his chest and gasping for air.

“Grandson, don’t hurt yourself. I could live another hundred years! Fine, you say she’s 'skilled'—where exactly?”

Bai Zekai’s face stiffened and fell silent.

He dared not mention those shameful things.

After a long pause, Bai Zhenrui grunted and sat down, seemingly lost in thought. “Well, it’s your fate. If you can’t keep wealth, so be it.”

But when he thought of the village’s troubles, he sighed deeply.

For now, Bai Zekai dared not ask further and could only hope the master would soon come and save his grandfather’s fading dignity—no, prove her worth.

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After buying the phone, Fu Xixi returned home briefly, then carried the box to the park.

Seeing Yue Yi in their usual spot was no surprise; she walked over slowly.