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While lost in thought, the sound of a car horn echoed at the door. Song Pearl pulled back the curtains to look downstairs, but she did not see the familiar car of Qing Wenyu. The street was quiet, and it seemed that the earlier sound was just an illusion.
As she lowered the curtain, she caught sight of a strange shadow and instinctively lifted a corner of the curtain again.
In the shadows by the street, a wet cat quietly passed by. The cat was pure white but was dripping with water.
Song Pearl furrowed her brows; this cat was deeply imprinted in her mind, identical to the one that had transformed into smoke and escaped, leaving behind a curse to take revenge on her.
This same cat had been haunting her for the past two years, appearing around her, at Qing Wenyu's parents' place, and at the Ecological Aquaculture Farm. Everyone loved it except for her.
The curse it carried was still vivid; it would take the life of the person who cared about her most, making her regret for a lifetime.
Now everyone around her was safe. One possibility was that the cat had turned to dust and was not the one she had seen before. Another possibility was that there was no one in this world who cared about her.
But she preferred to believe in the former.
At that moment, the cat moved cautiously, seemingly searching for a mouse to hide in a hole. However, judging by its disheveled appearance, it looked like it had just crawled out of a sewer.
Two bright beams of light shone over, and a Jeep came from afar, screeching to a stop beside the White Cat. The White Cat unexpectedly did not move and lay down.
The back door of the Jeep swung open with a low growl. A Black Dog burst out of the car and lunged at the cat. Surprisingly, the cat did not dodge but instead met it head-on; the two figures collided like cannonballs and tumbled to the ground.
Perhaps due to being wet, the cat's movements were not agile but still faster than the dog. When the dog jumped up to bite its neck, the White Cat quickly dodged and then darted up into a tree by the roadside. The tree swayed for a moment before the cat disappeared from sight, while below came the furious growls of the dog.
Song Pearl curiously watched for a few more moments, wanting to see who would chase an unrelated cat with a dog in the middle of the night. However, no one got out of the car; after the dog jumped back into it, the vehicle started and vanished around the corner.
Vast World, full of wonders, has someone discovered the unusual nature of cats?
Unfortunately, she no longer possesses the ability she once had; she cannot smell the scent of demons or sense their presence. Now, she is no different from an ordinary person.
Song Pearl ultimately decided to call Qing Wenyu. He always takes the initiative to call back whenever he is late due to social engagements, so she has a habit of not disturbing Qing Wenyu while he is working.
It was nearly midnight, and he still hadn't answered, so she had no choice but to call him.
"Why haven't you come back yet?" The expected call was quickly connected, and Song Pearl asked.
There seemed to be a pause on the other end, followed by Song Zhenbao's sweet voice coming through, "The clients I met today are particularly difficult. Wen Yu drank too much while covering for me; you don't need to worry. I will take care of him!"
"Please hand the phone to Qing Wenyu; I want to speak with him," Song Pearl said coldly.
"Oh, he drank too much and has already fallen asleep; he can't take your call," Song Zhenbao's voice was hesitant yet mixed with a hint of cheerfulness, and then there was a beep as the call ended.
Song Pearl looked at the darkened phone screen, bit her lip, and redialed. It connected quickly again, and this time it was Qing Wenyu's voice that came through, cold yet tinged with fatigue and emotional instability.
"It's fine; I'll be back soon." Although his icy tone lacked warmth, it sounded comforting at that moment.
Song Pearl hung up without saying more.
Today's clients were key clients of the Qing Family, who intentionally made things difficult at the dinner table, insisting that Song Zhenbao drink. If Song Zhenbao didn't drink, they wouldn't sign the ordering contract. Seeing that Song Zhenbao had already drunk enough, Qing Wenyu had no choice but to cover for her.
He had only been drunk when he married Song Pearl, and since then he had never gotten drunk no matter how much he drank at any gathering, so he still had confidence in himself.
These wealthy gentlemen are quite difficult to please. After finishing their drinks, they requested foot baths, and after that, they wanted to go singing, insisting that Song Zhenbao personally accompany them. Seeing that Song Zhenbao was already stumbling and swaying from drunkenness, Qing Wenyu couldn't bear it and decided to stay with them throughout the evening. After finally attending to their needs, it was already quite late.
After sending the clients to their hotel room, Qing Wenyu returned to the car and found Song Zhenbao slumped in her seat, asleep with her phone still in hand. It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't called Song Pearl yet.
Just then, Song Pearl's call came through again...
"Treasure?" Qing Wenyu called out from the driver's seat a couple of times, but there was no response from Song Zhenbao; she was clearly in deep sleep.
In the two years since Song Zhenbao joined the Qing Family, she had transformed from her previously delicate demeanor into a polished and capable career woman. This was the first time she had been so out of sorts.
Today, she wore a professional suit that complemented her stylish short hair and highlighted her facial features. The blush on her cheeks made her look charming.
Qing Wenyu thought to herself that she should have brought an assistant along. With a helpless shake of her head, she started the car.
Hearing the sound of the car horn, Song Pearl hurried downstairs, surprised to see Qing Wenyu returning with a drunken Song Zhenbao.
Wasn't she quite sober just a moment ago? She even called me while being clear-headed. Song Pearl thought briefly but kept it to herself; the rivalry between her and Song Zhenbao was something only they understood.
"I'll take care of this!" Song Pearl said as she supported Song Zhenbao and half-carried her toward the guest room, placing her gently on the bed without noticing the sly glint in Song Zhenbao's drooping eyes.
After closing the guest room door, Song Pearl returned to the bedroom with some Goat Milk and saw that Qing Wenyu had already taken off her coat.
"I heard you drank too much; the Goat Milk is just warm."
"I'm sorry, I was too busy today and forgot to call you."
Qing Wenyu took a sip and smiled apologetically at Song Pearl.
Song Pearl originally wanted to swallow her feelings about him, thinking she would deal with it later. She self-deprecatingly smiled, realizing that she had become too idle lately, even thinking about having children.
With the addition of Song Zhenbao, Song Pearl prepared a more elaborate breakfast than usual.
The three of them sat together, and Song Zhenbao did not feel awkward at all.
"Pearl, your cooking is pretty good! You can actually cook!" She giggled as she served rice to Song Pearl and Qing Wenyu, as if she were at home.
"My mother-in-law Wen Yu has been unwell, so I’ve been paying extra attention to his diet and daily life. That's why I enrolled in a cooking class when I had the time," Song Pearl explained with a smile. "Breakfast was a bit rushed; if you come to my house for dinner, it will definitely be better than what you get outside."
"Hearing you say that makes me want to bring my mom back to cook for me!" Song Zhenbao said while spreading jam on a slice of bread. "But my mom is busy cooking for Fei now. She can't take care of me anymore!"
"Treasure, you and Pearl are about the same age; you should find a suitable boyfriend," Qing Wenyu said after taking a couple of sips of porridge, smiling.
"Yeah, but the best one was taken by Pearl. I feel like there’s no one in this world who deserves me!" Song Zhenbao said, chewing on her bread, seemingly casual but filled with regret.
"That reminds me of someone. The young successor of Jin Mai, Jin Weicheng, seems to still be single, right? There are no permanent enemies in business. I think you two have great potential... Besides, you were childhood sweethearts!"
Song Pearl finished serving a fried egg to Qing Wenyu and was surprised when he opened his mouth for her to feed him. She had no choice but to use her chopsticks to hold it while he leisurely finished eating, creating a warm and tacit understanding between them.
"Jin Weicheng? What skills does he have? In the past two years, those two have almost ruined the family business that my uncle built..."
Song Zhenbao pouted. Although she was no longer a young girl, her expression still evoked sympathy.
"Oh? So soon?" Song Pearl seemed skeptical. "They can't be that bad, right? Remember how grand and magnificent Jin Mai was back then? Has it really turned into just an empty shell in such a short time?"
"Jin Mai's rapid decline is largely thanks to Treasure," Qing Wenyu replied calmly. "Our Qing Family has snatched quite a few of Jin Mai's major clients this year... If Jin Weicheng is still stuck at the level he was two years ago, he probably won't be able to act so arrogantly anymore!"
"Actually, I think Jin Weicheng is quite straightforward!" Song Pearl interjected.
"You seem to know him pretty well?" Song Zhenbao shot a playful glance at Qing Wenyu, as if realizing something. "I forgot that he actually helped out with the investigation regarding my uncle..."
"Yeah, that's why I think he's not a bad person!" Song Pearl answered candidly.
Song Zhenbao still looked somewhat unsatisfied after finishing her meal.
"Pearl, your fusion breakfast of Eastern and Western styles is really good. How about I move in with you from now on? At least I'd have company after work!"
Song Pearl looked up at Song Zhenbao, surprised that she would propose such a thing. How bold! She paused for a moment, speechless.
Qing Wenyu glanced at Song Pearl and chuckled. "She’s always busy with her Wildlife breeding research, getting herself all dirty. The meals she makes often have strange hairs from unknown creatures in them. It's rare that you can stomach it; just this morning, I found a worm in the egg she fried, so I didn’t dare to cook for myself today..."
"Why didn't you say so earlier! I change clothes and shower every time I get off work; how could there be a worm in the eggs?" Song Pearl was annoyed and defended herself against Qing Wenyu's remark.
"When I saw it, it was already in my mouth; you wouldn't admit it anyway!" Qing Wenyu said nonchalantly. "Do you know why I hardly ever come back for dinner?"
Song Pearl shook her head; she had never considered that question before.
"Because the dinner you made was too terrifying, you forgot that time when you served a stewed pigeon and it was still alive..."
"How is that possible! Then why are you only telling me now!" Song Pearl's eyes widened.
"You made it so easily, I couldn't bear to let you down!"
Song Zhenbao, listening nearby, felt a chill run down her spine. No matter how clumsy Song Pearl was, the dishes she made couldn't possibly be alive, right? She had just eaten a seven-minute cooked fried egg that tasted quite good, but suddenly felt as if there were a few worms wriggling in her throat...
She immediately decided that it would be better not to stay at Song Pearl's house. Although Qing Wenyu's indifference made her a bit anxious, staying here was definitely not a wise choice; she had thought too simply about it earlier.
Every time Song Pearl stayed at the Ecological Aquaculture Farm to do research, the meals she prepared were indeed not clean.
"If you want, you can come over to stay. I just happen to need to practice my cooking skills," Song Pearl said, no longer arguing with Qing Wenyu about the issues with her cooking but instead inviting Song Zhenbao.
"Forget it! I can't eat live dishes!" Song Zhenbao quickly refused. "Besides, watching you two show off your affection makes me envious!" (To be continued...)
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