Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1067: Chapter 1065: Change of Hands Chapter 1067: Chapter 1065: Change of Hands “Looks like everyone’s here!”

The server closed the door behind them, and Fu Qian casually greeted the four familiar faces in the room.

“So why the urgent summons? What’s up?”

“Did I interrupt something?”

Young Master Qin, looking even more dashing than before, nudged the seat next to him while speaking in a rather meaningful tone.

“That depends on how you define ‘interrupt’.”

As Qin Mingze posed his question, the remaining Tan Ying and the others couldn’t help but look over, and Fu Qian unceremoniously took a seat.

“When I got your call, I was in the midst of receiving an earnest lecture from Grandma Liu.”

“You’ve been mixing with the seniors’ club again…”

Young Master Qin frowned upon hearing this and inadvertently glanced out the window.

“And the sun has already set, shouldn’t those old folks be rushing home to cook dinner for their grandchildren or something?”

“I thought the same initially and wasn’t in a hurry to leave, but due to my naive thinking, I was forced to listen for an extra half hour.”

With a long sigh, Fu Qian slumped into the seat, recalling today’s ordeal.

Indeed, the reason the sun had set yet again was that after deciding to take a brief break, he had managed to spend a day doing absolutely nothing.

His most significant accomplishment was that, after nurturing his health and spirit, his physical condition had finally fully recovered.

“I knew this guy wouldn’t be joining any strange groups.”

Qin Mingze listened to his tale with undisguised schadenfreude before turning to Tan Ying.

“Even crooks have to hustle; who has time to idle around like that?”

“Don’t twist my words; I merely meant that his social circle is a bit unusual.”

The latter snorted at this, while Pei Yanqing next to her couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

It was apparent that Fu Qian’s reactions had put the group at ease.

“So what exactly are you all gossiping about behind my back?”

“This place has quite an excellent flavor; you should try it later.”

Tan Ying deftly dodged the question with an artful change of subject.

“Just got back from the art exhibition; I’m absolutely exhausted today.”

Qin Mingze added from the side.

Art exhibition?

Fu Qian looked at Tan Ying.

“Your art exhibition?”

“Do I look that clueless to you?”

Tan Ying gave him a disdainful glance before letting out a sigh.

“Of course not, it’s just too boring to wander around alone.”

“Art is always a solitary journey; your cultivation is still shallow. You need to further temper your spirit.”

Fu Qian shook his head and earnestly shared his insights.

Unfortunately, his well-intentioned advice clearly brought back some not-so-pleasant memories for the person in question.

For a moment, not only did Tan Ying take a deep breath, but Young Master Qin’s expression also became somewhat stiff.

…

“I can understand them, but you, someone who considers a half-marathon a break, how can you be so exhausted from visiting an art exhibition?”

With an effortless double-whammy, Fu Qian both concealed his talents and casually checked on Wu Qingyu, who was sitting furthest away.

This oppressed brother, always revitalized by any opportunity to shirk his duties, had initially given a feeble greeting before spending the rest of the time staring blankly at the ceiling.

“It’s simple… I didn’t go to the art exhibition; I just arrived five minutes earlier than you.”

And this answer was enough to bring a listener to tears.

“Having time to visit exhibitions on a Saturday, you must have some misunderstanding about my life…”

“Skip the useless chatter; I heard Xiao Ying say you’ve latched onto a rich widow—”

At this point, Young Master Qin had regained some vitality and promptly got to the heart of the matter.

“Personal consultant.”

Unfortunately, before he could finish, he was directly interrupted by Fu Qian.

“Okay, okay, okay, consultant.”

Without dwelling on the details, Young Master Qin’s eyes were bright and spirited.

“Heard she’s also a crazy beauty?”

“Don’t say your older brother didn’t warn you, these attributes combined are as dangerous as the Black Widow.”

“You’re thinking too much, I’m just providing a bit of psychological counseling.”

Despite the teasing, Young Master Qin’s reminder was sincere, and Fu Qian didn’t mind the exaggeration too much.

As he explained, he also glanced at Tan Ying, whose mood seemed somewhat restored.

It seemed that Lady Cecilia had somewhat scared her, she most likely had a special discussion about this with Young Master Qin.

The reason he said ‘most likely’ is that for these few in the room, Fu Qian granted them top-tier VIP treatment, the specifics of which were that he wouldn’t check their orbs unless called upon too intensely.

So the reason why a bunch of them called him over, he truly didn’t know beforehand.

Respecting the privacy of VIP clients is more than just lip service.

…

Psychological counseling, this sounded a lot more reasonable indeed.

Initially worried that Fu Qian might be displeased, seeing him now without any strange behavior, even giving a plausible explanation, Tan Ying felt increasingly relaxed for the time being.

“So, is her condition any better?”

She actually had quite a favorable impression of that generous and graceful young lady.

But the more she felt this way, the more she pitied her condition.

“The patient’s condition is rather complex.”

Fu Qian looked as if something had occurred to him, his face serious.

“Strictly speaking, after last night’s treatment, her condition now is even more serious.”

…

As Tan Ying was spacing out, the waiter had already begun serving the dishes, and indeed, as she said, they could be described as delightful.

The appetites of everyone present were clearly good, and as they didn’t often gather together, the atmosphere soon became very lively and joyful.

“By the way, where is your bracelet?”

In such an ambiance, Fu Qian suddenly seemed to notice something, looking at Tan Ying’s empty wrist in surprise.

“You can even spot that? Not bad observation skills!”

Tan Ying said with exaggerated astonishment.

“Men usually don’t pay much attention to these things.”

You’re laying it on too thick, your wrist was practically in my face when you were ladling the soup earlier.

Fu Qian remarked to himself with a sneer.

“As for where it went, Mr. Consultant, why don’t you take a guess.”

It seemed that Lady Cecilia’s habitual appellation had left a deep impression on Tan Ying.

“Let me think.”

Fu Qian was still in a laid-back vacation mood, and accordingly went along with the atmosphere, pretending to calculate.

“Did you go and sell it for 180,000 again?”

180,000 my ass!

Tan Ying almost choked, and successfully revived her sorrowful memories once more.

Overwhelmed by grief and anger, she didn’t continue to tease, and instead grabbed Pei Yanqing’s arm next to her and tugged at his sleeve.

There, on his snow-white slender wrist, was a strikingly clear and translucent green bracelet.

“Unexpected, isn’t it?”

Managing to catch Fu Qian off guard, Tan Ying even had a trace of smugness in her expression.

Naive, I noticed it the first moment I walked through the door, okay!

Unfortunately, she obviously didn’t know what Fu Qian was thinking.

For Fu Qian, where the bracelet went wasn’t really the issue; the sole purpose of his question was to understand why it was on Pei Yanqing’s wrist.

Though it was a casual move, it was nonetheless a test.

With slightly distinctive traits, how could he not pay attention?