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Originally, the plan regarding Xu Lei had been dealt with. And if the plans had gone through the intended route, then Bei Quan would have nothing to worry about, especially with the “Special Seven Field Service” being involved.
However, there was no previous discussion on what should be done with the girl on the “Special Seven Field Service” side now, especially since Xu Lei had died, in a murder that was successfully disguised as a natural death. There was no wound left save for a black spot on the girl’s left temple and a little hole on the skull.
As a result, “Special Seven Field Service” also felt the seriousness of this problem.
Because Xu Lei’s ability was discovered by Bei Quan when they were tracking down the Hui Gui, this time when the person was killed, “Special Seven Field Service” invited Bei Quan to meet face to face, and to hear what he thought about the situation directly.
Wei Fuyuan was still nearby and listened to his boss and the bearded man have a discussion about how Xu Lei died. Bei Quan had also released Guan Hu Su Ying, allowing the petite snow-white fox to manoeuvre around freely.
It took about an hour for Bei Quan to leave the funeral home with Wei Fuyuan.
After learning the news that Xu Lei had died, Wei Fuyuan felt a little depressed, and was on edge emotionally. He had conflicting thoughts, both positive and negative about the female that he had met only recently.
Although she had almost forced him to jump from the 32nd floor of the hotel apartment, she was still a young girl at the end of the day, still in her prime and full of youth. She was a senior and still young with many years ahead of her, Wei Fuyuan inevitably felt a vague sense of sadness.
Originally, he and Bei Quan were of one mind, just like honey mixed with oil.
When he was finally free and content, wanting to do all of the happy and wonderful things in the world, Xu Lei’s murder came out of nowhere, and felt like ice-cold water being thrown upon him. He suddenly couldn’t bring himself to have any interest in things at all.
In investigating the cause of Xu Lei’s death, Wei Fuyuan knew that he couldn’t do anything to help, so he simply stopped asking questions about the matter and changed the topic of conversation altogether.
“What?”
Bei Quan raised his eyebrows, showing no attempt to hide his surprise, “You mean you want to learn Taoism?”
Wei Fuyuan nodded vigorously.
When he was listening to the discussion between Bei Quan and the bearded man, he didn’t understand the majority of the discussion. Several times he had a flash of thoughts in his head, and just wanted to express his opinion or ask a question, but he held back, afraid that his idea would sound too childish and reveal that he was actually a layman, knowing nothing about magic. Instead, he had to swallow his words and bite his tongue.
This feeling really made Wei Fuyuan uncomfortable and aggrieved, which is why he proposed to Bei Quan that he wanted to learn Taoism from him.
Wei Fuyuan thought that just in case, the next time that something may happen, he could at least be more or less helpful in a crisis.
Although, he did not expect Bei Quan to shake his head and condemn him.
“No.”
“You are not quite the right material to learn Taoism.”
Wei Fuyuan blew up on the spot, like a kettle letting off steam at boiling point.
“You haven’t even started teaching me it yet, how do you know I’m not the right material for learning Taoism!?”
He almost wanted to grab Bei Quan’s shoulder and shake him harshly, “The last time you taught me th-that ‘divine General Technique’, I memorized the 100-word incantation! That was so hard! But I learned it quite well! Don’t you think??”
Bei Quan looked at him sideways, pursed his lips, and smiled lightly.
“Then, tell me, do you remember how long you memorized it for?”
“I ……”
Wei Fuyuan suddenly became dumbfounded. He started thinking back to his grievous experience of being nagged to stay up past midnight to learn the incantation. His heart became saddened, yet, he still stubbornly refused to admit his mistakes.
“Anyway …… I still memorized it ……”
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Bei Quan laughed and shook his head in a gentle manner.
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Unfortunately, he had been raised in a life of luxury, surrounded by wealthy people and lived a life of splendor since childhood, now he had already reached an age of twenty-something years. He had long been immersed in the information explosion era, and too much modern information existed inside his mind. It was already too late to understand the “Tao imitation of nature (Taoism; being at one with nature)”.
The path of the Tao is indeed mysterious and profound, but the same path is also very boring and lonely.
Although Bei Quan saw his Xiao Wei as special and everything was good about him, he is cute whenever he looked at him…– he was still very self-aware and wanted to remain practical in issues like this.
It is not that he was unwilling to teach Taoism, nor did he think that Wei Fuyuan would be unable to learn it.
“Just …… there’s a bit more to it than… ”
Wei Fuyuan was still unwilling to give up, “For example, how about Opening the eyes of heaven or something like that?? I can still learn ……”
He pursed his mouth and whispered.
“I’m your man. I’m more or less stronger than before. And, in this way, you’ll have more face if you take me out…”
Bei Quan felt a little flicker of warmth in his heart, and he became amused.
“How about this…” He seriously pondered for a moment.
“There’s not much that I can really teach you, but Jiang Nan’an practices the same but as external kung fu.”
Bei Quan smiled.
“It may be more appropriate for you to learn some of the skills from him.”
Wei Fuyuan’s eyes opened widely, presenting a look of disbelief.
Comrade Jiang was no longer in competition with him, nor did he deserve to be treated as a love rival.
Wei Fuyuan had a domineering young master’s temperament and arrogance fixated inside his bones. He wouldn’t even submit to his own father, so why would he change now, to stoop down and condescend to a young man that was his own age for advice?
“…… Um, what can he teach me?”
Wei Fuyuan was unconvinced, and his face was long.
“Seriously, first of all, he may not be able to beat me!”
Bei Quan saw through Wei Fuyuan in a glance. Very adeptly he began to smooth Wei Fuyuan’s hair with his hand.
“It’s not like I’m asking him to teach you martial arts.”
He smiled at Wei Fuyuan.
“Do you remember that move he used whilst we were on the rooftop? By covering the nunchaku with Qi, you can block the Yin Qi of the Hui gui.”
Bei Quan pointed out with his words of wisdom, trying to explain to Young Master Wei the techniques involved.
“You can learn how to control the energy in your body from Xiao Jiang.”
Wei Fuyuan nodded thoughtfully, and his face gradually eased.
After thinking seriously to himself, he was convinced by Bei Quan and decided to not waste any time, wanting to mention this matter to Jiang Nan’an as soon as possible.
He fished out his phone from his pocket and sent a WeChat message to Comrade Jiang.
Jiang Nan’an was a down to earth individual and quickly agreed to Wei Fuyuan’s request.
The two agreed to take advantage of the summer break, and use every afternoon on the rooftop of the “Sāntúchuān” for special training for two hours, until Wei Fuyuan could comfortably use his power of merit and virtue.
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Thursday, August 5, late at 11:57 pm.
It was time for the weekly [Thriller Night Talk] to start again.
Bei Quan sat in front of the broadcasting platform early in preparation for the show ahead, whilst Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an were sat, squeezed in a slightly narrower room outside, as they kept an eye on their watches and had access to press the relevant buttons on the main control switch.
The second hand of the clock struck the twelve o’clock position.
Bei Qquan nodded to the two assistants in the other room before he pressed the broadcast button.
“Welcome to the midnight radio station [Thriller Night Talk], this is your anchor Bei Quan.”
Along with the faint sound of rustling electricity, Bei Quan’s gentle and magnetic voice rang out into the microphone.
“Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it may seem.”
As Wei Fuyuan looked through the piece of glass that separated him and the beautiful man sitting in front of the broadcasting station, a sweet warmth rose up from within his heart.
The same time last week, he knew that he was about to be fired immediately, and he was full of pain, unwillingness, and vague resentment.
Only a week had passed and so much had changed in an unexpected way. He and his beloved Bei Quan were now able to lie in the same bed properly.
……Of course, it would be better if they used the bed for something more than to purely sleep on.
Wei Fuyuan stared at Bei Quan’s elongated neckline due to the angle of his head being lowered whilst adjusting the microphone as he talked into the airwaves. Wei Fuyuan swallowed his saliva hard and loud, feeling that his throat was inexplicably thirsty.
Just when Wei Fuyuan’s heart was fluttering and he wasn’t able to control his thoughts, Bei Quan had finished chattering and announced that he was ready to answer the hotline telephone.
“What kind of a story will we hear next?”
[Ring-ring-ring-]
A few seconds later, the phone suddenly rang.
Bei Quan smiled faintly and pressed the call button.
“Okay, let’s hear what the caller has to say to us.”
[Hello, host ……]
A young man’s voice came from the speakers, asking tentatively.
[Can you hear me?]
“I can hear you very clearly.”
Bei Quan smiled and replied to the unknown voice.
“May I ask what I should call you?”
The man on the other end of the line paused.
[Call me Ah Jian.]
Just when Bei Quan and “Ah Jian” simply exchanged introductions with one another, Jiang Nan’an, who was sitting in the opposite room, suddenly let out an “Oh!?”
Naturally, his cry of surprise could not reach the studio, but Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting next to him, could hear it clearly.
“Shhh!”
Wei Fuyuan turned his head, held up a finger, and made a “silent” gesture. He lowered his voice, and asked his fellow companion, “What are you shouting about for?”
Jiang Nan’an hurriedly made a gesture of zipping up his mouth and leaned over to answer softly.
“I heard his voice …… it’s almost like it’s a little familiar….”
Wei Fuyuan knitted his brows tightly.
To him, this man’s voice was very ordinary, neither pleasant nor irritating to the ears. It was just the usual type that would easily be forgotten in the midst of a crowd. If he had to find something special about it, Wei Fuyuan thought that his Mandarin had a local accent, perhaps something that sounded like it belonged to a resident of Fèng Xīngchéng or of a surrounding town.
“It couldn’t be a coincidence, right?”
Wei Fuyuan looked harder at Jiang Nan’an and whispered, “Could it be that he is an acquaintance of yours?”
Jiang Nan’an pondered, but in the end, he couldn’t remember.
“I just feel something is so familiar ……”
In the meantime that Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an had conversed with each other, “Ah Jian” had begun to tell Bei Quan about his troubles.
[The actual fact is …… I just got married.]
Bei Quan, “Congratulations.”
A bitter laugh escaped from Ah Jian’s lips on the other end of the line.
[Alas …… it’s actually nothing to be happy about.]
Ah Jian told Bei Quan that his wife was a junior in his university, three years younger to be exact. Being the class flower, she was very beautiful and drew a lot of attention.
His own appearance could only be considered mediocre, but his victories and achievements were all due to perseverance and determination.
In order to pursue his wife, Ah Jian refused an offer from a large company in the South after graduation and chose to stay locally.
After a lot of hard work, he finally got the woman of his dreams, and in the last month, they entered the temple of marriage.
However, after getting married, he soon found that there seemed to be something wrong with his wife.
[Xiao Lan always said that someone was following her.]
The first time Ah Jian’s wife, Xiao Lan, felt that someone was following her was on the third day after the wedding.
They had booked a flight to the Maldives for their honeymoon and were busy packing their bags.
In the evening, Xiao Lan went out to get a delivery and when she returned, she appeared as pale as a parchment. She grabbed Ah Jian’s arm and told him that someone was following her.
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Ghostie: Ghostie suddenly wondering why Ghostie thought the ‘newlyweds’ referred to WFY and BQ ╮(╯_╰)╭
Alas.. Indeed…
Thanks for update! 🐾 Let’s go for a new case!
Ohh!!! New case 🧐… Thanks for the chapter ❤️❤️
I also thought newlyweds referred to BQ and WFY when I saw it at first😂