Chapter 13: Capital P for Poor

Fu Lang flirted for a while, realizing that Su Bao, the little stoic, was completely unresponsive.

Then he checked the time and exclaimed, “Oh no! I’m going to be late!”

With a yelp, Fu Lang told Su Bao, “Junior, I’ve got to run. See you around if fate allows!”

And with that, he dashed off.

Da Hei bounced happily on Su Bao’s shoulder, “Bao, that’s how we should do it from now on!”

Su Bao slowly pulled out a candy and popped it into her mouth, “Do what?”

“From now on, whenever we meet someone unlucky, like that poor guy just now, we help them ward off evil spirits! Then we charge them money, and we can buy lots and lots of jade.”

“Not only can we catch ghosts to eat, but we can also accumulate good karma. With the money, we can buy jade to absorb spiritual energy. It’s a win-win-win!”

Su Bao tilted her head, looking at Da Hei, and nodded in agreement.

Then she thoughtfully said, “We might need to find a few unlucky people soon because I’m out of money on my meal card.”

And she didn’t have any cash on her either.

When she was eating earlier, she calculated that one small chicken drumstick cost two yuan, and she had just enough on her meal card to buy twenty drumsticks.

But earlier, she had gone to the store and bought a bag of spicy strips and several candies.

Now, the money left on her meal card could only buy fifteen drumsticks.

On her first day as a human, Su Bao deeply understood what it meant to be poor.

So much so that later, everyone was curious about how Su Bao, the fortune teller, could be so obsessed with money despite supposedly having plenty.

Little did they know, Su Bao, the little stoic, defined money by how many chicken drumsticks it could buy!

If you tried to haggle with her over millions, she’d calculate how many drumsticks she’d lose and refuse to agree!

Meanwhile, Fu Lang jogged straight to a luxury hotel near Han City Film Academy.

Aunt Mo had invited him and Mo Yan for dinner, and since he had nothing better to do, he arrived early and wandered around the campus.

He hadn’t expected to run into Su Bao along the way.

Fu Lang flirted for so long that he ended up being late!

As Fu Lang hurriedly took his seat, Mo Yan didn’t even look up and asked, “You smell like blood. Are you hurt?”

Fu Lang exclaimed, “Mo Yan, your nose is way too sensitive! I only got a drop of blood on me, and you can smell it?!”

People always said special forces soldiers were like gods, not humans.

Mo Yan was practically divine!

“You wouldn’t believe it, but I ran into that girl from the cafeteria again at school!”

Mo Yan showed little interest, and Fu Lang felt embarrassed to complain.

He always talked about saving up for a wife, but he never even lifted his head when women were mentioned, showing zero interest.

And he wanted to get married?

Even finding a partner would be tough!

“That girl acted all mysterious, insisting I was in big trouble, and then seriously pressed a drop of blood onto my jade pendant.”

Fu Lang shared this as if it were big news, and Mo Zhixuan set her chopsticks down, frowning.

Fu Lang immediately leaned over to ask, “Aunt Mo, what’s wrong? You don’t look happy.”

Mo Zhixuan wasn’t just unhappy; she was furious. “Don’t get me started. I also met a strange girl today, and she’s Qiao Qiao’s roommate. She kept saying my forehead was dark, clouds were over my head, and I was in for a disaster! If she weren’t so young, I’d want to meet her parents and ask how they raised her!”

Fu Lang: “…”

Why did that sound so familiar?

Could it be the same girl he met?

Fu Lang wanted to ask Mo Zhixuan for more details about the girl, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

“Oh no, excuse me, Aunt Mo, I need to use the restroom!”

After saying that, Fu Lang hurried off to the restroom.

As he entered, the lights in the hotel restroom flickered briefly before returning to normal…