With Lin Zixi there, they ended up calling the police for Liang Yu after all.
The cops from this area arrived quickly. Once they showed up, everyone accompanied Liang Yu to the nearby station to give her statement. Ye Can trailed behind Lin Zixi as they entered with Liang Yu, and when she spotted the two female officers taking her statement, she arched a brow slightly.
Weren’t these the exact two policewomen who’d shown up the first time Ye Can entered this world, after Lin Zixi had called them?
One was tall and striking, exuding a sharp, heroic vibe; the other was petite and adorable, with a sweet smile. The shorter one handled the questioning while the taller one stood by with arms crossed, watching coldly. Together, they made a perfect pair.
Ye Can listened as they questioned Liang Yu with roughly the same lines, but she spared a moment to glance at their name tags. The tall one’s name was “Shen Que,” and the short one’s was “Shen De.”
Bored, Ye Can mentally combined their names and realized they formed “que de”—immoral. She couldn’t hold back a sudden pfft of laughter.
Her abrupt laugh drew stares from everyone else in the room. The tall officer, Shen Que, shot Ye Can a glance before turning back to Liang Yu with stern authority. “We’ve got the gist of your situation. We’ll do our best to recover your stolen items. We’ll notify you the moment we have any news.”
Liang Yu wiped her tears and nodded. Lin Zixi spoke up for her. “Thank you. We’ll leave it to you.”
Shen Que gave Lin Zixi a small smile. “It’s our duty as public servants. We’ll contact you if there’s any progress.”
Once the statement was done, the two officers indicated they could leave. After all the hassle, Ye Can’s stomachache had vanished. Outside the station, Lin Zixi asked Liang Yu, “Where are you staying tonight?”
After talking to the police, Liang Yu seemed to have found her backbone and stopped crying. She looked at Lin Zixi, her thoughts clearing up. “I rented a hotel room for a month upfront, so I’ve still got a place.”
“But I’m out of money for food now, and no phone. Sis, could you lend me three thousand? I’ll use it to buy a cheap emergency phone first.”
Lin Zixi didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”
Conveniently, Liang Yu’s hotel was near the one where Lin Zixi and the others were staying. After dropping her off, Lin Zixi and Ye Can finally headed back in the car. On the way, Lin Zixi chatted idly with Ye Can. “What were you laughing about back at the station?”
Ye Can leaned in, cupping her hand by Lin Zixi’s ear as she whispered, “Those two cops—one’s Shen Que, the other’s Shen De. Put the last characters together, and it’s immoral.”
Lin Zixi looked up at the smirking, delighted Ye Can and sighed helplessly. “Who pokes fun at people’s names like that? You had nothing better to do than scrutinize them?”
Ye Can pouted. “It’s because they spell ‘immoral’…”
At that point, her mind stalled for a second. Immoral? Immoral God? No way, right?
Ye Can tried to shove the ridiculous thought aside, but her smile faded. Linking “immoral” to the Deity meant remembering this was a fabricated world.
In this world, everyone lived according to a script. That script could be called fate.
Take today’s Liang Yu: born into wealth, chasing dreams against her family’s wishes, running away, then getting robbed—that was probably her predestined path. Heavenly will, in other words.
Just like Ye Can herself. She’d clearly died, yet lingered here due to a rare attachment. Also heavenly will.
Sure, this will mostly tormented people and brought no real good. But sometimes, it tossed in “miracles”—little surprises.
Ye Can pondered fate for a bit, found it too troublesome, and cleared her mind instead.
Whatever. Heavenly will or not, what does it have to do with me? I just need to follow the steps, protect Lin Zixi’s life until the Immoral God’s punishment ends.
Ye Can shook her head, and Lin Zixi, seeing her go quiet, switched topics. “By the way, Ye Can, how do you know Liang Yu?”
Ye Can explained. “Ran into her a couple days ago on a background extra gig. We worked together, and she even gave me a chicken drumstick.” If not for that drumstick, I wouldn’t have bothered.
Lin Zixi was surprised. “Just a work acquaintance, and you recognized her voice and silhouette? You’ve got a great memory.”
Ye Can beamed proudly. “Of course. I’ve got a photographic memory. Anyone I’ve seen or anything I’ve heard, I basically remember crystal clear.”
Lin Zixi nodded in understanding. “No wonder you memorize lines so fast.” Then she added thoughtfully, “With a memory like that, if you ever argue with someone, you could bury them just by bringing up old grudges.”
Ye Can laughed. “Why would I bother arguing? It’s a waste of time.” Some things, I know in my heart—that’s enough.
They chatted the whole ride back, then returned to the hotel, washed up, and hit the bed, finally ending the chaotic day.
The next morning, Ye Can got up early. She rode with Lin Zixi in Tong Lin’s car to head out. Worried about Liang Yu, Lin Zixi stopped at an ATM en route, withdrew three thousand for her, and had Tong Lin drive to Liang Yu’s hotel.
Ye Can watched Lin Zixi rush to deliver the money first thing, munching on pan-fried buns in the car while grumbling. “She asks to borrow money, you lend it—fine. But you even hurry over to hand-deliver it? You’re too soft-hearted.”
Lin Zixi really was kindhearted. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have picked up Ye Can off the street in the dead of night and kindly taken her home.
Lin Zixi looked at Ye Can and sighed. “It’s not just kindness. I’ve been in tough spots like that too, so I get where that kid’s coming from.”
“Being broke is humiliating. Since I ran into her, helping out is no big deal.”
Ye Can paused, recalling the info the Immoral God had shown her when she first entered the world. She fell silent for a moment.
Lin Zixi had indeed suffered as a teen. Per the Immoral God’s data, she’d lost both parents young and grown up with her aunt. The aunt had taken her mom’s life insurance money under the guise of raising her—a hefty sum, but barely spent on Lin Zixi.
From childhood, Lin Zixi lived off state aid for school, costing the family nothing. After moving in, she did all the housework, basically a live-in maid.
Obedient, sensible, filial, top grades—she was the neighborhood’s “perfect kid.” Yet fate didn’t spare her. Right after high school graduation at eighteen, disaster struck her aunt’s family.
Her gambling-addict cousin lost big at the casino and faced selling the house to pay debts. When the loan sharks showed up and saw Lin Zixi returning home, they changed their tune.
The usurers said flat-out: sell the girl, and the debt’s wiped.
The scumbag cousin got ideas, but the aunt had a rare pang of conscience. She shoved some cash at Lin Zixi, told her to grab her acceptance letter, and flee to college that night—never come back.
The aunt had been harsh, pocketed all the insurance, but at least raised her to adulthood. From the day Lin Zixi fled, all family ties in this world severed.
Starting at eighteen, Lin Zixi lived a vagabond life. For living expenses, she took every odd job: writing, washing dishes, handing out flyers, scavenging recyclables—everything but selling her body.
The Immoral God’s file had only sparse details. Ye Can knew nothing of the true depths of her struggles.
But seeing Liang Yu’s plight, smart as Ye Can was, she could infer Lin Zixi’s hardships back then.
Ye Can cradled her pan-fried bun, gazing at Lin Zixi, and sighed. “Lin Zixi, your past was so rough.”
Lin Zixi had long made peace with it. She smiled. “How’d you know it was rough?”
Ye Can replied, “Because you said you’ve been through that kind of desperation.”
Lin Zixi kept smiling. “I was broke and desperate back then, sure. Just worked harder than most. How’d it turn ‘tragic’ in your mouth?”
Ye Can said, “Because someone like you shouldn’t have gone through that.”
Lin Zixi found it funny. “So what kind of life should someone like me have?”
Ye Can looked at her, eyes softening. “You should’ve been cherished and loved from birth. Grown up healthy and happy right under my watch.”
“Safe, sound, carefree, full of joy.”
Lin Zixi felt a slight stir. She looked at Ye Can. “You’re overthinking, kid. I’m twelve years older. No way you watched me grow up.”
Ye Can said earnestly, “Actually, there is a way—if I came to this world before you.”
Ye Can sighed, full of regret. “But the Deity’s immoral. She makes you endure all these trials, then glances your way and tosses you a bit of sweetness.” That sweetness makes you think it’s divine grace, fate’s gift.
Ye Can knew that feeling all too well.
The Deity always dragged out the torment, letting you taste sugar just before plummeting into the abyss. That one bit of sugar made you truly grateful.
Everything needs contrast.
No war, no value to peace. No pain, no prize in health. No suffering, no sweetness in happiness.
If life went smoothly, why pray to a deity?
So this is all the Immoral God’s scheme.
Ye Can thought that, then told Lin Zixi, “Lin Zixi, maybe meeting me now is that casual bit of sweetness from the Immoral Deity. Cherish it—you never know what trials await if I vanish someday.”
Lin Zixi was bemused. “Ye Can, are you saying you’re fate’s gift to me?”
Ye Can hummed. “Maybe. Or just the start. Like how you’re rushing money to disaster-struck Liang Yu right now. Someone as kind as you is her life’s gift.”
Ye Can thought, then added, “In other words, you’re her noble benefactor.”
Summing up, Ye Can said, “But for anyone you meet, a good person like you would be their noble benefactor.”
Lin Zixi found the words oddly convincing. With all her talk of deities and fate’s gifts, if Ye Can quits extras, she could preach as a cleric.
Lin Zixi sighed helplessly. “Ye Can, if you ever ditch extras, go serve God.”
Ye Can popped a pan-fried bun, mumbling around it as she eyed Lin Zixi. “Hey, the one who taught me kung fu as a kid said the same—someone like me’s perfect for serving God.”
“But serving God? Nah. Cultivating the Dao, the heart—whether in the mortal world or a mountain temple, it’s all the same.”
Lin Zixi hadn’t expected that response. She stared, wondering what kind of persona Ye Can had built for herself to field lines like that.
But it wasn’t a great question to ask, so Lin Zixi went quiet.
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