Chapter 19

Rong Jin sat on the edge of the bed, her two little legs dangling without reaching the floor. She stretched out her hands and gazed at them—they were still Su Xijing’s fair and tender little hands.

Rong Jin looked up and asked, “You just said that Su Xijing’s soul will stay in my body for a while?”

Xiao Qin Feng nodded. “Yes, her soul is too weak. If we don’t quickly find a body for it to inhabit, you’ll both be in danger.”

Soul possession wasn’t something that could be done casually, but since Rong Jin’s soul had seamlessly merged with Su Xijing’s body, Su Xijing’s soul could naturally enter Rong Jin’s body as well. This was the fastest and most convenient way to stabilize Su Xijing’s soul.

Rong Jin nodded. “So Su Xijing’s soul is now staying in my body? Will my body wake up?”

Xiao Qin Feng said, “In theory, yes, just like you are now.”

This mystical supernatural event actually had theories behind it.

Rong Jin looked at Xiao Qin Feng. “Can Su Xijing and I switch back later?”

Was she going to become Su Xijing from now on, and Su Xijing become her? It was too absurd.

Xiao Qin Feng said, “Soul possession is inherently unstable anyway. Your souls reject each other’s bodies, so it won’t last long. Once Su Xijing’s soul recovers in your body, one morning—biu—you’ll switch back.”

Xiao Qiangwei said happily, “That’s great!”

Rong Jin let out a sigh of relief and asked again, “Then when will my body wake up?”

Xiao Qin Feng lifted his wrist and checked his watch. “I guided her soul over. At this rate, in about ten more minutes.”

Rong Jin’s brows furrowed slightly, as if she had thought of something, and her expression gradually turned grave.

Seeing that her face didn’t look good, Xiao Qiangwei asked, “Boss, aren’t you happy that your body is waking up?”

Rong Jin looked up at her and said gloomily, “Tell me, Su Xijing is just a five-year-old girl. Even if she’s a genius child, when she opens her eyes and finds herself turned into someone else—with one leg shattered to pieces, lying in bed unable to move—what do you think her reaction will be?”

Xiao Qiangwei thought for a moment. “She would…”

Her expression also slowly turned eerie.

Rong Jin said solemnly, “She’ll instinctively want to find her mommy.”

Xiao Qiangwei’s eyes filled with horror.

If Su Xijing woke up and immediately looked for her mom, wouldn’t that expose everything?

Since Su Xijing was no longer in mortal danger and they would switch back anyway, there was no need to let Su Qingqiu know about the soul possession incident.

But they had no control over Su Xijing’s side!

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Xiao Qin Feng got up to open it, and a young Taoist priest hurried in. “Uncle Master, there’s a female benefactor at the temple gate with several people. She says her daughter is inside and insists on coming in. Otherwise, she’ll force her way. She looks hostile. Should we let her in?”

Rong Jin had an “I knew it” expression. “See, mommy’s here.”

Xiao Qiangwei said anxiously, “Boss, Su Qingqiu has tracked us down. What do we do?”

Rong Jin said calmly, “What do we do? Carry on as usual.”

She had felt relieved to go out only after knowing about the tracker in the clothes. And knowing Su Qingqiu would definitely come looking, she was too lazy to take three hours on the bus and subway back.

Xiao Qin Feng said to the young Taoist priest, “Let that female benefactor in. We’ll go over right away.”

The young Taoist priest agreed and left.

Rong Jin jumped down from the bed, still sporting the double ponytails and Gai Shi Ying hairstyle that Su Qingqiu had tied for her that afternoon. She looked perfectly composed. “Let’s go.”

She was used to acting anyway, and Su Qingqiu wouldn’t really do anything to Su Xijing.

The three of them walked out of the room. Outside, the sky had darkened, the sun had completely set behind the mountain, and the moon had quietly risen. In the distance, they could see several people hurrying over from the temple gate, with Su Qingqiu at the front.

Xiao Qin Feng spotted Su Qingqiu and asked Xiao Qiangwei in disbelief, “That’s Su Xijing’s mom? The executive of Su Corporation? Your boss’s arch-rival?”

Xiao Qiangwei, puzzled, said, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Xiao Qin Feng muttered, “She’s the one who chased me for almost half a week, ruining my business.”

Xiao Qiangwei: “???”

Su Qingqiu saw Su Xijing and quickened her pace. In moments, she reached her. Rong Jin didn’t move, silently counting down the seconds in her mind: three, two, one. Just as she reached one, her body was tightly embraced by Su Qingqiu.

Rong Jin stood numbly, letting Su Qingqiu hug her.

The small body still couldn’t quite handle the force of the embrace.

Xiao Qiangwei watched from the side, her eyes showing reluctance. It was a bit hard to watch, so she closed her eyes.

Boss, you really have it tough.

Su Qingqiu half-squatted down, very close to her, her eyes filled with unprecedented anxiety. Her brows were tightly furrowed as she held Su Xijing, her hand on her back, stroking it as if confirming her presence over and over. After seeing Su Xijing, it was like a tightly strung wire in her heart had loosened, and her brows finally relaxed.

She felt a great sense of relief.

Su Qingqiu’s voice was still a bit hoarse as she said softly, “Mommy told you she’d bring Xixi to see the Big Buddha in a few days. Why did Xixi run out on her own? Mommy was worried sick.”

Heaven knew how terrified she had been when she received Aunt Zhao’s call saying Xixi was missing. The tracker showed the location at Shangyun Taoist Temple, and she remembered Xixi mentioning wanting to see the Big Buddha at noon, so she hurried over with her people.

Rong Jin looked up at her.

Su Qingqiu was clearly cold, ruthless, and extreme—willing to use any means to achieve her goals, capable of anything. She was especially merciless toward those she despised, not stopping until they were driven to death.

Yet she had a pair of emotional eyes, with long, upturned lashes. When anxious, her eyes held a hint of moisture, full of worry, shimmering and affectionate, so deeply moving.

Rong Jin suddenly wanted to see what would happen if she talked back. Would Su Qingqiu get angry at Su Xijing?

Rong Jin said, “Xixi just wanted to see the Big Buddha.”

Her voice was stiff, disobedient, and stubborn.

Rong Jin watched as Su Qingqiu’s brows furrowed again.

With Xiao Qin Feng and Xiao Qiangwei still nearby, Su Qingqiu didn’t like discussing family matters in front of outsiders. She said softly, “We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Unable to get angry at Su Xijing, she turned her firepower on the people nearby.

Xiao Qiangwei was still watching the drama when Su Qingqiu, holding Su Xijing’s hand, turned to her with an unkind gaze. “Miss Xiao, why are you here again?”

Xiao Qiangwei: “…”

She had been enjoying the show when the pot came flying out of nowhere—impossible to defend against.

“Last time in the restroom, you were there. Yesterday you kept calling to harass me, and now you’re here again.” Su Qingqiu pressed aggressively. “Why is it that every time my daughter sneaks out, I run into you?”

The implication was clear: Why is my daughter always hanging out with you the moment she slips away? Are you trying to abduct her?

Xiao Qiangwei: “…”

How was she supposed to explain this? She couldn’t at all. And why was Su Qingqiu always targeting her like this?

Xiao Qiangwei frantically signaled Rong Jin with her eyes, but Rong Jin pretended not to see.

The scene fell into an awkward silence.

Xiao Qiangwei desperately came up with excuses and said with a dry laugh, “I came to the temple today to get a protective talisman and happened to run into Xixi, so I showed her around. Xixi and I are really fated, right, Xixi?”

Rong Jin: “Yeah, Sister Qiangwei is really nice and played with Xixi for a long time.”

Hearing them, Su Qingqiu felt a twinge of discomfort. “Is Xixi mad at Mommy for not letting you go out or play?”

Rong Jin: “…”

How was she supposed to respond to that? She couldn’t.

Su Qingqiu didn’t press further and turned to Xiao Qin Feng, a hint of doubt in her eyes. “Priest Xiao, I’ve long heard of your fame. When Xixi was unconscious recently, I wanted to invite you to take a look but couldn’t. It’s quite a coincidence to run into you here.”

Holding Su Xijing’s hand, she asked him, “Xixi was unconscious for a full seven days. Is there something wrong with her body?”

Xiao Qin Feng: “…”

Xiao Qiangwei glanced at Xiao Qin Feng, then at Su Qingqiu, and finally understood. She nearly burst out laughing.

So much for peach blossom luck.

When Su Xijing had been unconscious and wouldn’t wake, Su Qingqiu had called in every famous doctor in the country without answers. In desperation, she heard that Priest Xiao at the suburban Shangyun Taoist Temple was very effective and wanted to invite him to see Xixi. But her invitation method might not have been too friendly.

Xiao Qin Feng naturally remembered what Xiao Qiangwei had just said about peach blossom luck. Realizing it was a misunderstanding, his face flushed red. “No problem, no problem. Xixi is perfectly fine now. Don’t worry.”

With Su Xijing’s soul now in Rong Jin’s body and stabilized, a good sleep would naturally heal Su Xijing’s body.

Su Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good then. I’ll take Xixi back first.”

Xiao Qin Feng: “Let me see you off.”

Xiao Qiangwei followed beside Xiao Qin Feng as they walked out, whispering teasingly, “This peach blossom luck is a bit too peachy.”

Xiao Qin Feng: “Shut up. It’s taboo for an ordained person to talk like that!”

Xiao Qiangwei mercilessly: “Hahahahahaha.”

Su Qingqiu led Su Xijing to the temple gate, followed by several assistants. Xiao Qin Feng and Xiao Qiangwei trailed behind. The group took the cable car down the mountain and stood by the roadside.

Su Qingqiu had naturally driven here. She first lifted Su Xijing into the car, then turned back to Xiao Qin Feng. “Priest Xiao, we’ll take our leave. I’ll bring Xixi to see the Big Buddha another time when we’re free.”

Xiao Qin Feng’s face was still a bit awkward; he just nodded.

Please, just go already.

Su Qingqiu turned to Xiao Qiangwei. “Miss Xiao, do you need a ride back?”

This damn place had no cars, and at eight in the evening, suburban buses had long stopped. Walking to the subway would take half an hour. She was tired and thirsty now, just wanting to get home and sleep.

Xiao Qiangwei looked at her eagerly, not expecting such kindness, but politely declined, “No need, no need. I can get back on my own. Don’t trouble yourself, President Su.”

Su Qingqiu nodded. “Alright then. We’ll head back first.”

With that, she got into the car decisively. Ten seconds later, the black Bentley sped away, leaving only exhaust fumes.

Xiao Qiangwei: “Wait…”

Don’t leave so fast! I was just being polite!

Xiao Qiangwei’s face was full of despair. Xiao Qin Feng mercilessly mocked her. “See what happens when you play coy? Hahahahahahaha.”

Xiao Qiangwei beat him up in frustration.

***

On the other side of the ocean, in San Francisco, United States, in the best VIP deluxe ward of a private care hospital.

At eight in the morning, a bouquet of flowers sat by the window, sunlight streaming into the room. On the wide hospital bed lay a person with her leg in a cast and sling, her face pale, wearing an oxygen mask, eyes closed, devoid of vitality.

The nameplate at the foot of the bed read: Jin Rong, Rong Jin.

Rong Mother entered the ward and sat by the bed, holding Rong Jin’s hand. “You’ve always been tough. Falling from trees, car accidents, tumbling down stairs—you never had a scratch before. How did it get so serious this time?”

Rong Father came over and patted her shoulder comfortingly. “She’s always had a big fate and great fortune. She’ll be fine.”

Rong Mother sighed. “I’m tired. You watch her. I’m going to sleep for a bit.”

She had kept watch all night. For this period, the couple had stayed up sleeplessly by Rong Jin’s bedside.

It had been over ten days now.

The doctor said Rong Jin’s injuries were already fine, and the wounds on her leg were slowly healing. Her physical constitution had always been good, so her recovery was faster than that of ordinary people. All the checks indicated that although her brain had suffered a severe impact, there was no damage inside her head.

Yet Rong Jin still hadn’t woken up, and no one could explain why.

Rong Mother was still holding Rong Jin’s hand. She had just wanted to leave the bedside when she suddenly keenly felt Rong Jin’s fingers twitch slightly.

Rong Mother immediately sat back down, gripped Rong Jin’s hand tightly, and looked nervously at the person on the bed.

The person on the hospital bed had a very beautiful face—pale and delicate skin, a high nose bridge, pale yet plump lips. Those double eyelids moved lightly.

Rong Mother held her breath, staring at Rong Jin.

Rong Jin’s slender eyelashes quivered slightly. Then her eyelids trembled for a moment before she fully opened her eyes.

She had woken up.