While Yu Zhenghong and Yu Xueqing, the father and daughter duo, were bewilderedly examining the door lock.
Ansheng had already grabbed a bottle of Maotai and sauntered over to Lin Ying's house, with a sly, almost invisible smirk on his lips.
Regarding Ah Qing and her superstitious father, Ansheng didn't want to make things difficult for Ah Qing by putting her in the middle.
For this sudden incident, Ansheng actually already had a solution in mind.
It just required a bit of help from Lin Ying.
In a previous life, Ansheng often traveled between Jiule City and South City because Jiule City was one of the tea-producing areas for Tieguanyin.
The entire Xia Dong Region is renowned for producing four major types of tea: green tea, white tea, black tea, and floral tea.
The history of green tea cultivation can even be traced back to the Song Dynasty and became famous as tribute tea.
If you want to do a mid-to-high-end tea business, you can't avoid the Xia Dong Region as a production area.
Besides floral tea, which doesn't have much of a story, the other three major types of tea all boast centuries of history, offering many tales to tell customers.
To sell products at a high price, marketing stories are one of the indispensable factors.
In the past, Ansheng would spend about half a month in Xia Dong every year, first to watch the tea competition in the Xia Dong Region, and second to select products and negotiate prices.
Ansheng understands the customs of Xia Dong District and also understands the character of the older generation of Xia Dong people.
Ah Qing's father has a habit of praying to gods and worshiping Buddha out of superstition.
But Ansheng understands these Xia Dong people too well; their so-called superstition isn't like church fanaticism, it's more of a 'practical superstition'... The original intention of superstition is to seek peace of mind for an uncertain future.
After all, worshiping doesn't cost money, and who knows, maybe this revered god is really efficacious?
If not, just burn less incense in the future and let it starve for a few years, it'll behave itself.
If things go wrong after worshiping, they'll drive a bulldozer over and level the ground.
In the Xia Dong Region, aside from a few special ancestors, the other mountain and wild deities live in Xia Dong District not just walking on thin ice but truly living in fear.
Could Yu Xueqing's father be superstitious?
But Ansheng wanted to say that the powerful fist of money can break through any feudal dross.
In a moment, borrowing a fully insured Cullinan from Lin Ying to ram over would make him comply.
Ansheng has great faith in Sister Lin's capabilities.
.........
"Is Sister Lin awake? I'm here to borrow some props for making a splash....."
Ansheng avoided the busy housekeeper in the kitchen, ran up to the master bedroom on the second floor, stood up, and looked at Lin Ying wrapped in a layer of silk quilt on the bed.
Lying on the bed, Lin Ying was actually not asleep; she just had no motivation and didn't want to move.
When the fox pushed open the door with a bottle of wine, Lin Ying already noticed Ansheng with the corner of her eye.
"Do you want to invite me to drink?"
Lin Ying slowly sat up; she had been lying for so long that suddenly sitting up caused a bit of dizziness from insufficient blood supply to the brain.
However, Lin Ying didn't pay much attention to the dizziness and looked at the white, murmuring creature.
The white fox was one of the few things that could pique Lin Ying's interest after that incident.
To explore whether the white fox was a hallucination before her impending death or a product of a world gone mad, Lin Ying, like a wind-up doll without springs, would secretly pop a few pills to wind up her spring of motivation.
"Eek——"
"Eek eek! Eek!"
Lin Ying put down her hand from rubbing her temples, looked at the murmuring Ansheng, but unfortunately, she had no talent for understanding animals.
She couldn't comprehend the meaning of the fox's murmurs.
But she keenly noticed the dirt on Ansheng's forelegs.
Moreover, it seemed the fox was particularly fond of the texture of her bed sheets, as its paws would unconsciously rub against the comfortable fabric when resting on the bed.
[You... what exactly are you? A human or a mythical creature from folklore? Or an imaginary companion I've conjured in my dying moments—Lin Ying sighed with a hint of self-mockery, hoping to hear from your mouth about reincarnation and rebirth.]
[Wish Fulfilled: Balance Saint (Rather than letting her expect nonexistent things, let Lin Ying believe you are a Mohawk-sporting marvel of life)]
Still in a daze due to low blood sugar and dizziness after sitting up, Lin Ying began to daydream in her mind.
And the wishful, text-like thought in Lin Ying's mind appeared in Ansheng's mind.
"Wow, Balance Saint is here! Sis, look at my skinny arms and legs, do I look like I have what it takes to be a Balance Saint in the underworld?"
After seeing Lin Ying's wish, Ansheng couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath.
Lin Ying had made two wishes to Ansheng in total, the first was hoping for her family to return after an unexpected event.
The condition for this wish to be fulfilled was time reversal, and the perfect condition for fulfilling this wish was to help her recover from depression.
The second wish was even more outrageous. Seeing herself acting like a spiritual monster, she actually imagined a completely nonexistent area to fight over.
Machine gun shooting in the underworld... how could that possibly work?
"Sis... how about I reveal my belly for you to feel for the bullseye, do I seem like Doraemon to you?"
Ansheng grumbled in hearty complaint, turned around, picked up the phone on the bedside, deftly entered a password of five zeros, and opened the notes app.
Ansheng wrote down two lines in the notes, brought it over to Lin Ying, and patted her leg.
The little fox's hand gently patted, dispelling the unscientific whimsical thoughts in Lin Ying's mind.
[I... brought you a gift.]
[Oh, right, Sis~ let me borrow some accessories, cash, and luxury handbags.]
"........"
Lin Ying looked at the words on the phone, then at the harsh midday sunlight outside the French window, sinking into silence.
In broad daylight... can someone get possessed?
"You... what exactly are you?" Lin Ying, although she had witnessed Ansheng's vigorous action of ordering takeout and the brute force of dragging her to meals.
At first, Lin Ying could comfort herself that maybe she had taken too much medication and had hallucinations.
But as the fox used the phone to type two lines of text with pinyin input, Lin Ying knew she definitely wasn't mentally ill, the world was!
If the world weren't insane, how could such an unreasonable scene appear before her?
But thanks to her own severe illness, Lin Ying was only briefly surprised before her expression returned to a dead calm.
Ansheng turned around the phone, writing on it:
[I am just a fluffy little fox that knows how to style a Mohawk.]
[We'll talk about these things later, I urgently need some luxury items now to make an impressive appearance.]
After reading the words on the phone, even though Lin Ying was already internally shocked to the core, because of the illness's effect, she lightly nodded with a deadpan expression and said: "Sure, you can take whatever you want from my safe and dressing room."
"You don't even need to return them, they hold no meaning for me anyway...."
Initially thrilled by Lin Ying's consent and ready to go pick out luxury items, Ansheng, seeing Lin Ying return to her bedding, suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable inside.
She had seen living people, and she had seen dead ones too.
But watching a living person quietly waiting to starve themselves to death, Ansheng had never seen in any of her lifetimes.
Lin Ying... should be the first.
Ansheng sighed inwardly.
"Don't sleep! Come help!" Ansheng ran up to the bed and bit Lin Ying's collar, dragging her out:
"Are you expecting a fox to put on accessories all by itself?"
"Come help choose which one is more expensive....."
Being dragged by Ansheng, listening to the clear humming of the fox beside her ear, Lin Ying said with a face as calm as an ancient well:
"I don't understand your language, if you need to tell me something, you can type it on my phone."
[Help me dress up, you can't expect a little fox cub to change clothes by itself, can you?]
"....."
[Help comb that tuft on my head, style it up!]
In the master room, the dress-up game began, and Lin Ying showed a slight interest in life.