Chapter 91

Chapter 91: the Child of Fortune Is in Trouble

“Fifth Young Master, something happened. Young Master Si cut out imperial green jadeite!”

In the Capital villa, Xu Zhong Qin was already furious over last night’s charity gala. The moment this news came in, the anger in his chest spiked into something colder.

He gripped his cup so tightly the porcelain creaked. His whitening fingertips still weren’t enough to show how hard he was holding back.

“Say that again.”

The subordinate lowered his head, voice trembling. “Young Master Si cut imperial green jadeite at the stone estate. Now the entire jade world knows.”

Xu Zhong Qin drew in a slow breath and lifted his eyes to the people standing nearby.

“Why didn’t you tell me about last night’s matter in time?”

Last night, he had run into an emergency and left the charity gala halfway through. He’d stayed busy until the middle of the night before he finally returned to the villa.

And the moment he woke this morning, the news was everywhere: the Ji family Old Ancestor had bid an astonishing price for an emerald necklace.

A treasure that had been lost a hundred years ago.

What shocked Xu Zhong Qin most wasn’t the price.

It was the donor.

He stared at the emerald necklace on the tablet screen, the green so deep it looked like it could swallow light, and forced himself to breathe.

“Book a flight,” he said quietly. “I’m going back to Cloud City.”

“The earliest is this afternoon.”

Another subordinate stepped forward. “Fifth Young Master, Cloud City just sent word. Ji Qiang Wei met Young Master Si. She went for that batch of jade Young Master Si cut out.”

Whether it was imperial green or fortune-longevity-prosperity tricolor, starting today, the name Si Jin Nan would ring throughout the entire jade world.

And there was only one reason it rang this loud.

“Fifth Young Master, this is the photo.” The subordinate held out his phone. “The estate boss said Young Master Si went with this woman.”

Si Jin Nan had always been half win, half lose with stone-gambling. He never lost too much, but he never gained too much either.

But this time…

There was clearly an expert behind him.

Xu Zhong Qin’s eyes landed on the photo.

Qiao Qing Yan.

Qiao Qing Yan.

Was it really you who came back?

He walked to the window and looked up at the sky.

It had been bright and sunny, but in the span of a few breaths, dark clouds gathered. They rolled in like an army pressing down.

“The weather forecast didn’t say it would rain. How did it suddenly…” The steward stared up, confused.

This weather was far too unusual.

*

[Master, Master, something happened. The Child of Fortune is in trouble!]

[Master, Master…]

In the study, a woman in a light-colored spaghetti-strap dress sat silently by the window. In her hand was a bamboo scroll that no one had seen her bring in. Her gaze was cold and lazy, as if the storm outside had nothing to do with her.

Even if the world collapsed, she could still watch with indifferent calm.

[Master…]

Qiao Qing Yan flipped the bamboo scroll. Her expression didn’t change, and there wasn’t even a trace of emotion in her heart.

[Master, if he keeps going like this, he might fall into demonic deviation, and the small world will collapse.]

“Oh.” Her voice was steady, without the slightest ripple.

Little Tabby Cat’s chest tightened.

It saw her again the way she’d been in the very first task world, back when it had just bound to its host.

Back then, she was the same.

She cared about nothing.

She did tasks purely to complete tasks, without a shred of emotion—like a machine following a fixed program.

[Master, this is your last task.]

Little Tabby Cat tried to stir even the smallest ripple in her.