The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225: Little Braids Is Back

The fragmented body of Little Ghost gradually fades. He’s unable to make a sound, only waving his little hand towards Little Taotie.

There’s no sorrow or pain on his face, only the relief after release, with a gentle upward curve at the corners of his mouth, carrying an innocent and pure smile.

Little Taotie reaches out to grab, wanting to catch him into the Horse-Faced Bell, but it’s a futile grasp.

”How could this happen? I clearly could touch him before...”

But now, she can’t touch even a bit.

She can only watch as Little Braids completely disappears.

As if he never existed in this world, disappearing cleanly, all the resentment, all the sins, unrelated to him, and this world is unrelated to him too.

Nie Qing places a hand on Little Taotie’s shoulder. The small shoulders are fragile, yet strong, bearing all they shouldn’t at this age.

This might be how the more spiritual gifts from heaven, the heavier the burden on one’s shoulders.

”Brother Nie, is there really no way at all?” Little Taotie looks down at a piece of chocolate in her palm. The chocolate is round and dark, just like Little Braids’ eyes, round and dark.

She used to look forward to tasting the flavor of chocolate, but for the first time, she has no appetite at all, never wanting to taste the flavor of this chocolate.

Nie Qing sighs, ”Maybe there is a way, but my skills aren’t enough, I don’t know.”

”If Master were still alive, maybe... maybe there would be a way.” Little Taotie lowers her head, her eyes dim.

Nie Qing pats her head gently, ”The Yangtze River waves push forward, maybe one day in the future you’ll surpass your master, you have a strong gift. Now you can’t help him, but maybe in the future, the same situation may never happen again.”

”Future...” Little Taotie hangs her head, not comforted, feeling sad: Even if there’s a way to help other ghosts in the future, it still wouldn’t be Little Braids, Little Braids is gone and can never return.

Seeing the little girl sad, Chen Zi reaches out to scoop her up.

Little Taotie buries her head in his arms, closes her eyes, wanting not to think, just sleep; all sad things would be forgotten once asleep.

Nie Qing wraps the shattered incense burner and other items in yellow paper filled with runes, attaches a piece of talisman paper, and stores it in a leather bag.

The wealthy woman offers a check for ten million.

Nie Qing shakes his head, ”We agreed on eight million, not a penny more.”

”I’m very grateful to you all...”

Nie Qing insists, ”Not more.”

The wealthy woman has no choice but to exchange it for a check of eight million.

”Farewell.” Nie Qing jokes, ”I hope we won’t meet again.”

Once we meet, perhaps something has happened again.

So be safe and sound, let’s not meet again.

The wealthy woman sighs, ”I hope so.”

But will his stepson stop just like that?

...

Once in the car, Nie Qing gives the check entirely to Little Taotie, ”As promised, eight million, this is Little Taotie’s first earnings from the Mysterious Sect!”

Little Taotie mumbles, ”I can’t be happy at all.”

Nie Qing sighs, ”It’s necessary to slowly adapt, you might encounter more unknown things in the future, maybe even more distressing ones, but it’s still crucial to walk out of sorrow.”

Deep in Nie Qing’s eyes are specks of broken, dim light, gradually turning into sadness, but only briefly, then returning to his usual smiling gaze, as if the momentary sorrow didn’t exist.

Chen Zi frowns looking at him but does not ask.

Little Taotie falls asleep in Chen Zi’s arms, Chen Zi sends the child back to the villa, Cheng Guodong asks, perplexed, ”Was today very busy?”

Chen Zi sighs, ”I’ll first send her back to her room.”

Cheng Guodong reaches out, ”Let me do it.”

Cheng Guodong gently places his sister on the bed, removes shoes and socks, covers her with her little quilt, and before leaving the room, fetches the kitty that sneaked in at some point.

The kitty is just about to meow but Cheng Guodong covers its mouth and takes it away, ”Shh, let your little master sleep well, she’s too tired.”

...

In the deep of night, the Little Ghost with sky-high braids floats into the room, softly calling by the bedside, ”Sister, wake up, I’m here to see you~”

Little Braids is chubby and white, without dark mist around him, no dark circles, his voice carries joyousness, evidently in a good mood.

Little Taotie wakes up to the noise, rubs her eyes, thinking she’s dreaming, and looks at Little Braids sadly, ”I’m sorry, I can’t help you...” She’s extremely self-blaming and sad, her voice buzzing.

Little Braids grins, revealing normal little baby teeth, cute and lovely.