Rebirth of the Innkeeper's Wife: She's Not to Be Messed With

Chapter 16 A Fated Person Comes to the Door

I pulled up a chair and sat down naturally, scoffing, "Look at your surroundings, can you guess if I'm a human or a ghost?" The hallucinations had drained their energy; let alone now! Even in their prime, they would be easy prey.

Wang Qiang's gaze swept around. The inn, which had just been burned down, was restored to its original state, and Huan Yuechu was not dead. Wang Qiang was a little confused as to whether this was an illusion or reality.

Whether from shock or something else, Wang Qiang's face turned pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he knelt on the ground, pounding the ground with his fists. Suddenly, he looked up at me and roared, "Impossible! This is impossible! You did it, didn't you? This is all fake!"

Wang Qiang stood there, rambling incoherently, unable to believe what he was seeing. In other words, he refused to admit that he couldn't beat Huan Yuechu, refused to admit that he was now disabled, and refused to endure the strange looks and ridicule from others.

Whether Wang Qiang is truly insane or faking it, I don't want to dirty my hands. Wang Qiang is facing a major crisis tonight, and even if he survives, he will be destitute afterward.

Wang Qiang's men gradually came to their senses, and each of them looked at me with a ghostly expression. I glared at them fiercely and said disdainfully, "I'm giving you three seconds to leave, or none of you are leaving!"

When Li Yi met my gaze, his entire body seemed to be caught by the Grim Reaper's scythe, unable to move.

Still not moving? Do you think I have a good temper? I stood up, picked up a corner of the stool, and looked at the person who was standing still.

"three"

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent. No one dared to help anyone else; survival was the priority. Only Wang Li, after running far away, ran back and carried Wang Qiang on his back. The other men took off running, with Li Yi running the fastest.

When I saw Wang Li return, his eyes held a resolute determination to face death. It seemed that Wang Qiang's ordeal tonight was inextricably linked to him.

Seeing that he hadn't completely lost his humanity, I offered a word of advice: "Leave room for maneuver in your actions; the wicked will eventually face divine retribution."

Don't advise others to do good if you haven't experienced their suffering. I don't know what entanglement exists between Wang Li and Wang Qiang. All I can do is offer a word of advice when he loses his temper, so he doesn't go astray. Ultimately, the choice is in Wang Li's hands.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, gently bathing every corner of the room, like a spring breeze.

I lay in bed, feeling the long-lost warmth of the sun. I had stayed up too late last night dealing with Wang Qiang and the others, so I pulled the blanket over myself to block out the glaring sunlight and tried to take a nap.

At that moment, Chongyang paced back and forth at my door. Suddenly, he closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and raised his hand to knock loudly on the door, calling out, "Sister Yuechu, Sister Yuechu." The sweat on his palms betrayed Chongyang's nervousness.

I was suddenly awakened from my dream, feeling extremely upset. I gritted my teeth and said, "Ah! Chongyang, you better have something to do, or I'll make you go pick up manure."

I dressed, my hair loose, opened the door, and glared angrily at Chongyang. "You'd better have something to say, or else..." I'll show you why flowers are so red.

As soon as Chongyang saw Huan Yuechu's expression, he knew he had been reckless! He didn't dare to meet her gaze and lowered his head to tell the truth, "Sister Yuechu, it's... a customer was looking for you. He waited for you for more than an hour, and I saw that he was quite anxious, so I came up to find you!" Actually, he was scared to death on one hand, and on the other hand, was it something he should see with Sister Yuechu's hair not tied up?

"Guest? What guest? I didn't make any appointments!" I saw that Chongyang really had something important to discuss with me, so my anger subsided and I looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"Sister Yuechu, it's an old man. Why don't you go down and see for yourself?" Chongyang said and immediately ran off!

Grandpa? My Phantom Inn is practically empty, and who would bother me for no reason? Never mind, let me wash up first.

A moment later, I walked towards the reception room. The old man stood upright, his posture proper. His back looked remarkably like that of the chairman of the Hua Group.

Hearing footsteps, the old man immediately put down his teacup, stood up with his cane, and said with a smile, "Miss Yuechu, we meet again!"

"Oh! Chairman Hua, is there something you need from me?" I looked at him with interest, really unable to guess what he wanted to see me about.

This is a long story, let's sit down and talk about it!

"Okay, please sit down." I gestured with my eyes to Chongyang to serve a pot of good tea.

After Chairman Hua sat down, his expression froze, unsure of what to say. He kept tapping his cane with his right hand, and I didn't disturb his contemplation.

After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly, "Miss Yuechu, I know you are a person of extraordinary talent. The fact that you can run this Phantom Inn shows that you are no ordinary person. I would like to make a deal with you."

This Chairman Hua is quite knowledgeable; he actually knows that I am not only an innkeeper, but also have another identity.

I abandoned my lazy attitude and asked solemnly, "May I ask the surname of the Chairman of the Hua Group?" Could this be the destined person the mysterious man spoke of?

The chairman of the Hua family unconsciously exuded an inviolable majesty. He said in a clear and resonant voice, "No need for formalities, my surname is Hua and my given name is Yuncheng."

I picked up the teacup on the table, gently swirled it, and took a sniff. My tone was neither hurried nor slow, but sharp. “Mr. Hua Yuncheng, you can’t just make an exchange as you please. What can you give me? Besides, you don’t have much time left! Why do you think I should make an exchange with you?”

Hua Yuncheng clearly hadn't expected me to ask that question. His brow furrowed; he knew his time was running out! He had to resolve this matter, or he wouldn't have peace of mind even after he left. "I can give you a lot of money, cars, houses, power—you can have whatever you want."

I scoffed at what he was saying, “All your things are illusions, things you can’t take with you when you die.”

Hua Yuncheng lowered his stance and pleaded, "Miss Yuechu, what do I have left? Take it all, please grant my request."

What exactly were the demands that made a chairman repeatedly lower his stance to reach this deal?

I slowly put down my cup and looked directly at Hua Yuncheng, saying, "Chairman Hua, you don't need to be so humble. As for whether this deal will go through or not, I can't make that decision. You should go back now! I'll come to you if I need anything."

Seeing my resolute attitude, Hua Yuncheng stood up, leaning on his cane, and said again with a troubled expression, "Miss Yuechu, I'd like to trouble you..."

Hua Yuncheng wanted to say something, but I interrupted him, "Chongyang, see the guest out."

After seeing Hua Yuncheng off, I sat in a chair, closed my eyes, and meditated. "Seven Emotions, you are the Seven Emotions Bracelet. Do you think this person is a destined one? Does he have the energy you need?"

The seven emotions floated into the air, their consciousness connected with my sea of ​​consciousness. Their tone was not as relaxed as usual, but rather serious as they said, "Master, need comes from seeking. Those who take the initiative to come to you are predestined."

I don't know why I've become a bit sentimental. "I know! What does he need to sacrifice?"

"That depends on what he wants to exchange."