Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1705: Chapter 1700: Missing You So Much

[...Your account ending in 1269 has completed a transfer transaction of 30,000 yuan, balance...]

The starlight is dim, and the sound of Suzune is crisp.

Leaning on the sofa, Fu Qian placed the newly started phone aside, allowing a stream of highly repetitive yet pleasing messages to flood in.

The Late Night Bookstore still has not opened.

It’s not that there was any loss of ambition; rather, it was out of a benevolent spirit toward the customers that this decision was made.

A bookstore open at night isn’t strange, but a shopkeeper in full Armor behind the counter is somewhat terrifying.

Considering the store’s clothes really had been completely worn out by himself, Fu Qian thought it over repeatedly, ultimately deciding to come back to collect some money first.

It’s been several months since entering this side job platform, which can be done from home, and as the invitation had promised, the income is quite substantial.

Although not enough to do too much, it’s sufficient to buy a batch of clothes.

After all, even the wardrobe here, by any count, has suffered significant loss.

Moreover, after transforming into a Thug, many were already unwearable.

The T-shirt and shorts he was wearing after the shower were in the same style as when he set out due to this reason.

Soon the message notifications stopped, but after glancing over, Fu Qian didn’t focus too much on the balance; instead, he reached for a notebook beside him.

Collecting money is indeed one of life’s pleasures, but there was actually another reason for his return this time.

In the prior back-and-forth with Lord Angel, he had once used the Zawarudo secret technique.

Although there were no discrepancies found in the elders’ and grannies’ spices issue, it wasn’t all for nothing—there was a call in the mind, and things seemed a bit abnormal.

...

It’s not that any voice was too loud, quite the contrary, one was abnormally quiet.

As of now, not many can call him, so it’s easy to identify.

Young Master Qin and his group were apparent, all within normal intensity ranges.

Yet at the same time, a certain wealthy lady surnamed Gatsby, the only one without an offline check, appeared somewhat unusual.

Not to mention calmly unusual, but simply no sign at all.

While he didn’t feel that she really was likely involved due to the previous Nightmare Corridor incident, the situation was undoubtedly peculiar.

Considering he was even formally hired as a consultant, Fu Qian felt he still ought to make some gesture.

There were no messages or calls from Lady Cecilia on the phone, and the reason for turning on the computer was his vague suspicion that something might have happened to the client.

After so many years of deep-rooted self-tormenting obsession, how could it be so easily resolved?

[Greatly missed]

Sure enough, once Fu Qian logged into the Razor Consultant forum, there was indeed an old customer’s message flashing.

And at a glance, Lady Cecilia’s message appeared with even quite a standard daily frequency of one message a day.

[In addition to the payment I gave you last time, I’ve found something special]

[If you’re interested, go to a place, find a white car...]

The last message, the timestamp showing it was today, indeed had an address attached.

Surely being a psychologist is a dangerous occupation!

Having noted the information at a glance, Fu Qian closed the forum without responding, and heaved a long sigh.

Not only did the first sentence express a sense of longing, but every subsequent message also mentioned him.

Yet, with all this affection, he hadn’t received any call—meaning that while doing these things, the other person didn’t picture him in their mind at all.

Generally speaking, this time isn’t suitable for delving into such intricately terrifying plotlines.

Fu Qian glanced at the pitch-black window outside.

Undoubtedly, it was a quiet night, especially in this elderly residential area made up of elderly people.

However, it’s important to think positively; firstly, it wasn’t midnight yet, and secondly, he actually knew the address where the white car was parked.

...

Lincheng is not a young city, resulting in easily encountering some old objects and outdated, confined layouts.

Within not too long, Fu Qian found himself on a path inconsistently designed with scientific planning and at the end, found a very small parking lot.

Even the lamp post next to the white car wasn’t lit and was rusted.

While clearly valuable at a glance, being left exposed, the car was still covered with leaves and dust.

However, at the same time, the car door wasn’t even locked.

While silently commending the security situation again, Fu Qian stepped forward and opened it directly.

A delicate black square box was quietly placed on the not-so-spacious backseat, also unlocked.

Bang!

Fu Qian unceremoniously opened it with a casual flick.

Very nice indeed.

Made of Brass, intricately designed, petite.

There was indeed something inside the box, and at a glance, the quality was undoubtedly outstanding.

The only issue, the design was somewhat overly modern.

Fu Qian picked up this half-palm-sized, heavy metal artifact and pressed a button in the middle.

Clack!

With the sound of a mechanism, a yellowish light shone from behind.

...

It wasn’t the streetlamp that lit up, but a window on a two-story small building behind.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Yet the figure suddenly illuminated didn’t have the self-awareness of being caught in the act, simply putting the switch back into the box, and even closed it conveniently.

Indeed, no matter how intricately carved, the object in the box turned out to be a switch.

Pressing it to light up the light with almost no delay in between undoubtedly proved this point once again.

Squeak—

The next moment, a window equally full of age suddenly creaked open from the inside.

"Still not sleeping so late?"

Only then did Fu Qian turn around and greet the person who poked their head out.

Wearing a light-colored nightgown with long hair draping over her shoulders, who else could it be but Lady Cecilia?

"Advisor Fu isn’t asleep either?"

The face in the window wore a genuinely radiant smile, making a flawless waving gesture.

"You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this light to be lit."

"Actually, I have a pretty good idea."

Fu Qian didn’t just echo along, not even focusing on that youthful face.

Clearly in a bedtime attire, but atop Lady Cecilia’s head, there was a crown-like ornament.

Though the design had an old-time charm, the luxury and refinement far surpassed any bronze headband once acquired.

"Aren’t you going to invite me up for a visit?"

Without the slightest doubt about why the other would be here, Fu Qian cooperated seamlessly and asked.

"Of course, welcome to my humble abode."

The reputation of the consultant was proven again, as Lady Cecilia’s smile remained unchanged, obligingly flowing along.