“Ignoring Jianghu’s contemptuous look, I devoured the food and patted my satisfied belly.
Jianghu sighed: “How will you get through these two months? The Palace Intrigue Lord hasn’t returned, and other female lords are busy.” He thought for two seconds, eyes brightening, “I remember the Female Sovereign is at home. Why don’t you go to her?”
I stiffened: “No.” I scooped out the money bag Gou Hun gave me before leaving and shook it, “I have money. I’ll obediently go eat.”
“Take care of yourself. There’s so much to do lately, I’m almost overwhelmed.” Jianghu looked at me again, “Rebirth, being suspended isn’t so bad. At least you can rest, right, and also…”
“You can smoothly leave now.”
After kicking Jianghu out, I looked at the money bag again. Okay, I’ll return it to him, just borrowing for now.
Non-existent, I actually quite like handsome men.” I laughed, squinting and scanning the large mansion, swooshing over. Entering the mansion, the golden and silver energy became even more concentrated.
I happily searched through the courtyard, only to see a honest-looking young man sitting in a recliner, rocking and sunbathing – wasn’t this Wang Xiaoer?
But the focus wasn’t on him, but the person floating beside him, a middle-aged man sitting on a golden ingot. Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect to actually encounter him. Three hundred years ago, I had just brushed past him on the road, and then won every gambling game for a month.
Afterwards, whenever I met him, I would leech his fortune, causing him to avoid me like the plague. How could I let go of this great opportunity now?
Seeing he wasn’t paying attention, I pounced and hugged him: “God of Wealth!!!”
The God of Wealth looked utterly shocked: “…Re-rebirth…”
“Hehehe.” I laughed to the sky, grabbing his arm and not letting go, “Quick, give me some fortune. I’ve been incredibly unlucky this past month.”
“Go ahead, I’ve been unlucky too.”
Hearing his heavy sigh, I was startled and looked up. He was usually radiant with golden light, but now he looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. I asked in surprise, “What happened? Heartbroken?”
He sighed again, “Worse than heartbreak.” He pointed at Wang Xiaoer, “I’ve been doing this task for so long, usually just throwing money and leaving. But this guy, I’ve come eighteen times already. I just squat nearby, watching him buy mansions, marry a wife, and see his family bicker every day. Look, my head has swollen a whole circle.”
I laughed heartily, “God of Wealth, your combat power is so weak. You’re being tortured by such a trivial matter.”
He snorted coldly, “Wait a few days, and you’ll understand.”
“Hehe, I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. The Task God said I can just complete the mission and go back.” Feeling the fortune energy return, I finally let him go, seeing him looking at me slyly, “Alright, I’m going to complete the mission, then collect my payment, and then go gambling!
I floated away, feeling satisfied with what had transpired. The God of Wealth had his own reasons, but my mission was complete. It was time for me to return to my realm and prepare for whatever awaited me next.
I laughed, and while he wasn’t paying attention, gave him another bear hug, gathered enough fortune, and swaggered back.
After passing the Heavenly Road, I immediately hugged Yaya and ran to the Bamboo Grove, where two mahjong tables were already set up. I squeezed in.
Until sunset, I walked back carrying a bag of money, humming a little tune, feeling extremely pleased.
Reaching my doorstep, I glanced next door. The door was open. I thought for a moment, jumped over the fence, and knocked. He opened the half-closed door, looking surprised, “Didn’t you go to do a task? You’re back so soon?”
I stuffed his money bag back into his arms, saying, “Returning it. I have money now.”
Gou Hun paused, “Why did you go gambling again?”
I hesitated, suddenly remembering I had no real connection with him, just a neighbor. I raised my head proudly, “Freedom of speech, freedom to gamble.”
Gou Hun stared at me for a while, until my heroic spirit was completely worn down. Then he asked, “Have you eaten dinner?”
“Eat…” The words reached my mouth, but I swallowed them, “No.”
“Come in and eat.”
“Huh?” My head buzzed, “I’d rather go out to eat. Your cooking is…”
Before I could finish, a sharp glare cut me off. Fine, don’t look at me like that. I’ll eat, okay?
I thought his cooking might have improved, but it was still just as terrible.
I drank a pot of tea and couldn’t help saying, “Every time I eat your cooking, I feel like my stomach is being tortured.”
Gou Hun’s face tightened: “In a pair, having one good cook is enough.”
I paused, putting down my cup and looking at him seriously: “Gou Hun, I’m moving out tomorrow. I’ve already decided while eating this meal. Let’s have a completely friendly breakup. I don’t want to know the reason you left anymore because I’ve gotten used to it. The more you’ve been good to me these past months, the more… afraid I’ve become. Moreover, we can’t go back. So much time has passed, we’ve survived the hardest times. Going back, I don’t want to, because I’m afraid if you leave again, I’ll be even more heartbroken.”
Gou Hun ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of me, his mouth twitching: “I’ve known you for so long. How can your acting still be so bad? If you want me to reveal the reason for leaving early and keep you, you can just ask me directly.”
I looked at him unhappily: “Will you tell me?”
“No.”
Unwilling to leave his room, I couldn’t help but kick the door hard.
Marrying the God of Wealth isn’t bad – at least there’s no shortage of food and drink, dominating the mahjong table.
During the God of Wealth’s prosperous financial period, I went out early and returned late for five days, each time carrying a large bag of money back, almost filling my wooden chest. When I went on the sixth and seventh days, the people who usually played cards and mahjong were nowhere to be found. By the eighth day, still no one.
Watching the gradually dissipating financial energy, unable to find a way to make money, I was deeply frustrated.
I moved a small stool and sat in the courtyard sunbathing, thinking I’d go out again in the afternoon, or go door-to-door to find some mahjong friends.
“Rebirth,” he called me.
Hearing him, I looked up at the blazing sun – lunchtime. I stretched lazily, jumped over the fence, and went inside. Seeing the table full of food, I couldn’t help but exclaim: “You can cook for others, but why do you always feed Ya Ya like a pig! Look, she’s so round you can’t even see her feet.”
Ya Ya ignored me, eating happily. Gou Hun also ignored me, just handed me chopsticks: “Eat.”
No way to communicate normally. I shook my head, ate two bites, and sighed.
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I squinted my eyes and leaned closer: “Gou Hun, how about we go play mahjong at Cui Zhu Lin this afternoon? I’ll give you a three-round handicap.”
Gou Hun looked at me, frowned with a chill, and quietly warned: “No gambling.”
I pouted: “Even if I wanted to, there’s no one to play with. The other gods have disappeared these past two days, and there’s not a soul at Cui Zhu Lin.”
“You always win their money, so why would they show up?” Gou Hun said. “Cast a long line to catch a big fish. If you always win, no one will voluntarily let you exploit them. Lose a bit appropriately, then slowly win big.”
I suddenly understood: “So that’s how it is! I’m so stupid.”
Gou Hun glanced at me: “You’re not stupid, just lacking cunning.”
I curved my eyebrows: “Looks like you’re the cunning one.”
Gou Hun half-smiled: “I’m not cunning, just smarter.”
… He always has the upper hand. I shook my head and asked: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll go gambling again after you tell me all this?”
“Better than you looking sick and miserable.”
