Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 109: E rank luck

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

Wei Fuyuan’s current appearance was indeed a mess, and he couldn’t just walk out of the hotel in tattered and dirty pyjamas to go back to “Sāntúchuān”.

Not to mention that his room had also been smashed beyond recognition. In the morning when the housekeeping comes in to take a look, without a doubt they’ll be frightened enough to call the police.

So they decided to let Jiang Nan’an go downstairs to deal with the two unconscious? receptionists, and then call a car and wait.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan went back to the room to clean up the mess and change their clothes before going out.

On the way back to the sixteenth floor by elevator, Wei Fuyuan kept holding Bei Quan’s hand, unwilling to let go– as if afraid that Bei Quan would run away.

Bei Quan quietly struggled twice, but Wei Fuyuan’s grip tightened each time he moved.

Seeing that he had no choice, Bei Quan let him hold on to him.

Jiang Nan’an, who was on the sidelines, noticed this detail with a sour expression on his face from having been forced to take a mouthful of dog food. He opened and closed his mouth twice, wanting to say something, but decided against it under Wei Fuyuan’s piercing gaze. Instead, he swallowed the words down and poked the elevator door’s close button a few times as if it would make the elevator go faster, so that he could suffer less torture.

When they arrived at the sixteenth floor, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan were first to exit the elevator.

Room 1612 was made a mess by Wei Fuyuan, the glass of the coffee table was broken, the chair also had a broken leg and other small objects were scattered everywhere, it looked completely worthy of the description “a fiasco”.

Bei Quan let Wei Fuyuan go to the bathroom to change his clothes, while he prepared to clean up the mess.

It was clear that Bei Quan no longer had any credibility with Wei Fuyuan.

He was afraid that his beloved, whom he had finally met again, would run away, and insisted that Bei Quan stay within his sight even when knowing that if Bei Quan really wanted to run away, he would be unable to do anything about it.

But Wei Fuyuan’s attitude was very firm, so Bei Quan could only helplessly nod.

The two of them spent about 20 minutes cleaning up to the point till it could be recognized as a room and put a note on the mirror of the washroom that stated, “for damaged objects, please deduct directly from the deposit”, before going downstairs.

On the other hand, Jiang Nan’an, who had been downstairs for a long time, was still standing on the street at 4 a.m., holding his mobile phone in his hand. His expression was particularly decadent, and he looked rather sad and desolate.

Bei Quan: “……”

He scanned his new partner with his eyes, “where’s the car?”

Jiang Nan’an waved his phone in dismay, “Can’t call ah.”

Wei Fuyuan: “What?”

This is a busy road in the city centre, even at four in the morning, it wouldn’t be impossible to call a car.

He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the taxi software. Ten seconds later, the system reported that the driver had received the order, and the car was expected to arrive in three minutes.

Wei Fuyuan: “……”

He looked at Jiang Nan’an as though he was looking at a fool.

Jiang Nan’an only felt endless bitterness.

——He was wronged ah! He was really wronged!

Bei Quan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nanan’s time together had not been long, so it was only natural that they did not know his background.

In fact, in addition to being a Shaolin Temple disciple, he was good at boxing, and martial arts, he was also outstandingly skilled in nunchaku techniques, besides having firmly mastered the art of golden shield and iron cloth, he had an exceedingly troublesome trait— E rank luck.

In other words, Jiang Nan’an was very unlucky.

While walking down the street, he will never fail to step on dog shit. When he rides a public bike, he’ll burst a tyre half way through. Even on the only day he has ever skipped class, he’ll encounter the only time in the entire semester when the lecturer takes attendance– these kinds of situations were all a piece of cake for someone like him.

His bad luck even goes all the way back to his school days when Jiang Nan’an was still a youthful senior who was full of hope for love, and he finally did achieve a positive result with the prettiest girl in the class whom he had been chasing for three years. The two rented a small apartment off-campus and started a sweet cohabitation life.

However, after living together for less than a month, the prettiest girl in the class had a showdown and said she had a change of affection and wanted to break up.

Jiang Nan’an was shocked and grabbed the class beauty’s hand in disbelief, and tearfully asked, “why? Am I not good enough? Or am I not as good as other guys?”

However, the class beauty was determined to break up.

She said to the sobbing Jiang Nan’an, “You are very good, really. It’s just that after living with you, I decided that I can’t tolerate the water pipes constantly breaking or the toilet blocking. As soon as I sat on the newly installed bed, it collapsed. Whenever you go out to take out the garbage there is even an elevator malfunction.”

The class beauty was so determined that Jiang Nan’an decided to give up the postgraduate entrance examination because the love injury was too heavy and decided to go back to Shaolin Temple to become a monk.

However, his master said that he wasn’t ready yet, and that it was very difficult to break free from worldly affairs, so he refused to help him shave his head, and instead instructed him to come down from the mountain and go to Fèng Xīngchéng City to become Bei Quan’s assistant ……

……..

Thinking of this, Jiang Nan’an looked up at the sky without a word. The past felt unbearable under the moonlight.

Originally, three months ago, he should have come to “Sāntúchuān” to report.

But the day before he was supposed to leave, he went out to buy breakfast and while crossing the road, he stepped on a banana peel. As a result, his foot slipped, and he fell onto a flower bed. To add insult to his injury, the passing car braked too late and ran over his left hand— even with the body-protective astral energy, his body could not withstand the weight of the impact, and his left wrist bone cracked.

Jiang Nan’an truly couldn’t control his own misfortune.

Just like when he stood on the side of the road for a full twenty minutes and finally managed to hail a car, only to have the driver cancel the order for some reason.

Jiang Nan’an looked at Bei Quan, then at Wei Fuyuan, who interlaced his fingers with Bei Quan’s in the most intimate way possible and felt exceedingly sad and angry in his heart.

——It must be because his name has not been changed!

“Spring breeze once more greens the southern shore”, isn’t this dooming him to wear a green hat when he was born?

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Tuesday, August 3, 4:30 am.

The cab stopped at the street corner. After Bei Quan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan’an got off, they walked along a somewhat narrow alleyway.

Wei Fuyuan found that the alley entrance which he could not find before had clearly appeared, and the laundry and Shaxian snacks on both sides of the alley entrance were no different from his memory.

“You had set up a smokescreen here, right?”

Wei Fuyuan squeezed Bei Quan’s hand and asked in a low voice.

Bei Quan nodded somewhat helplessly.

During the journey, Wei Fuyuan actually really refused to let go of his hand even for a minute, and after holding his hand for so long, the two of them already had sweaty hands, but it was impossible to tell who was causing it.

“Humph!”

Wei Fuyuan gave a low snort, and his eyelashes dropped like a large dog who had been wronged by his master.

“You not only kicked me out but also laid a smoke screen so that I can’t find the ‘Sāntúchuān’, and even threw me into the blacklist ……”

He pursed his lips.

“Really, I almost died ……”

This sentence struck Bei Quan’s heart.

Indeed, as soon as Bei Quan thought of the thrilling scene when Wei Fuyuan was possessed by Xu Lei and almost fell off the 32nd floor, his heart throbbed painfully and he did not dare think about it.

When he released Wei Fuyuan’s number from his cell phone’s blacklist and received a string of text messages from the other party, he was even more scared.

If he had seen Wei Fuyuan’s message earlier: [I found Miuya’s friend, the girl who predicted her death], and then took precautions and made some arrangements in advance, maybe his Xiao Wei would not have been in that much danger.

Thinking of this, Bei Quan held Wei Fuyuan’s hand tighter, and his fingertips were embedded in the cracks between his fingers.

——Forget it.

Bei Quan sighed silently.

No matter how he’d have to deal with Zhu Ling’s criticism later, and what Wei Fuyuan would think of him after he learns the “truth”, at least at this moment, Bei Quan could admit that he really couldn’t let go of this big fool next to him.

Although it was early morning, the “Sāntúchuān” broadcasting company still had its lights on.

As soon as Bei Quan opened the door, he saw Zhu Ling sitting on the sofa next to Tian Jia Xin, who had a very worried expression.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two of them turned around and saw that they were waiting for them.

——Really, what should come? would still come.

Bei Quan said to himself.

“Something happened just now.”

He smiled at Zhu Ling and said in a relaxed and casual tone.

“We caught the Huigui and brought back Xiao Wei.”

Zhu Ling: “……”

She didn’t speak, and simply held her arms crossed over her chest as she silently stared at the two people with their fingers clasped. The pair of dark eyes seemed to have a faint light flow, hiding some dark emotion.

Wei Fuyuan was staring at Zhu Ling and swallowed his saliva nervously. He felt like a son-in-law who was rejected by his mother-in-law.

The reticent and eerie silence lasted for half a minute in the room.

Tian Jia Xin couldn’t stand it any longer. Relying on his short stature, he gently pulled the corner of Zhu ling’s clothes.

Zhu Ling finally spoke, but her tone was very cold.

“Bei Quan, you know it, right?” She said, “I will have to report this matter to the secret realm.”

Bei Quan also put away his relaxed expression and nodded solemnly.

The two of them exchanged some “conversations” that only they could understand as they stared at each other in silence.

Finally, it was Zhu Ling who averted her eyes first.

She picked up Tian Jia Xin, who was lying on the back of the sofa and walked away without looking back.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an, who were purely spectators, secretly let out a sigh of relief.

“Is this …… her way of agreeing to us being together?”

Wei Fuyuan tugged on Bei Quan’s hand and asked with anticipation.

Bei Quan, however, did not smile.

“You come with me.”

He said to Wei Fuyuan with a sideways glance.

Wei Fuyuan: “Where to?”

Bei Quan replied, “To my room.”

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

For a young boy who had been tormented by love sickness, and has just reunited with his sweetheart, this sentence was too much for him, and Wei Fuyuan couldn’t control his thoughts but didn’t want to be crooked.

His face turned red with a swish, and his forehead, nose, and earlobes were even redder as if they were about to drip blood.

“Go…go to… the room…?”

Wei Fuyuan’s voice stuttered a little, wondering if this progress was a little too fast? But the second half of the sentence that came out was:

“Should I, should I go take a shower first?”

Bei Quan glanced at him lightly.

“You’re thinking too much.”

His lips curled into an arc, very shallow and cold in self-mockery,

“When you know my identity, you may change your mind and run away.”

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