Chapter 1005: Chapter 1005: Wrecking Scum, Ye Zhenmian's Family Came to Look for Her (1)

Mrs. Ji had been living in a surreal state for the past few months.

Ever since Ji Qingwei’s “Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains” painting got embroiled in a plagiarism scandal, nothing had gone smoothly.

The only solace she had was that Ji Qingwei’s health had slightly improved, but why had her facial features changed?

Mrs. Ji, who was a firm believer in the supernatural, deeply suspected that someone had tampered with Ji Qingwei’s talents, and now even her appearance.

“Going against the will of heaven without repentance,” the monk said calmly, “what is not yours will never be yours. Trying to forcefully keep it will only incur a price. You don’t need to do anything, just wait.”

To sum it up in one sentence.

There’s no saving her, just wait for death.

Mrs. Ji was stunned, more so with anger. “This is nonsense! How could Guanghua Temple recommend a charlatan like you to be the abbot?!”

Protected by Yu Xiheng’s fate of emperor, the monk was confident. He smiled slightly, “I suggest you ask your daughter what she has done. Otherwise, within two months, everyone in the Ji family will die.”

“Amitabha.”

He chanted a Buddhist prayer and ignored Mrs. Ji, even leisurely eating a roast chicken in front of her while supervising the repairs.

Mrs. Ji left, trembling with rage, but there was nothing she could do. She left with a livid expression.

Back at the Ji residence, Ji Longtai had also returned.

When he learned that Ji Qingwei’s appearance had changed, he was shocked.

But upon looking closely, he suddenly felt that this was Ji Qingwei’s original appearance, as it resembled both him and Mrs. Ji.

This change made her look less like that actress.

Ji Longtai suddenly remembered that it was because of that actress that Ji Qingwei was caught in the plagiarism scandal.@@novelbin@@

Even though he didn’t want to believe it, with some thought, he could piece together some truths.

“Qingwei, be honest with me,” Ji Longtai said sternly. “Did you steal someone else’s fate? Specifically, Si Fuqing’s?”

Otherwise, the bizarre occurrences around Ji Qingwei were hard to explain.

Mrs. Ji covered her mouth, shocked and incredulous.

Ji Qingwei trembled, clutching her head and screaming, “I don’t know! I don’t know anything! It’s mine, it’s all mine!”

By the end, she was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Longtai, if it’s true, what do we do?” Mrs. Ji was terrified. “That monk said we would all die within two months!”

Ji Longtai frowned. “Eastern Mulberry is known for its mastery of Yin-Yang and Five Elements. We should spend a lot of money to hire some Masters of Yin-Yang. Do you believe the monk or Master Mingdeng?”

Saying that everyone in the Ji family would die within two months was simply absurd!

“Alright,” Mrs. Ji sighed in relief.

Ji Qingyao had already severed ties with their family, and the Ji family could no longer connect with the Thousand Army Alliance. Ji Qingwei was their only hope left, and they couldn’t afford any mistakes.

Ji Longtai’s expression darkened.

If Si Fuqing were just an actress, they might still have some tricks up their sleeves.

But she was NINE the God, with the entire Oracle platform backing her, and he heard the Yu family was already trying to win her over.

Ji Longtai felt a pang of regret. If Ji Qingwei had spoken up sooner, he could have planned accordingly.

Seeing Ji Qingwei’s emotional turmoil, Ji Longtai and Madam Ji could only leave.

Now, they could only hope the Masters of Yin-Yang from Eastern Mulberry could help them.

**

On the other side of Sijiu City.

After parting with YUAN Mingchi, Si Fuqing got back on her shared bicycle.

Passing by a food stall, she decided to bring some snacks back for Yu Xiheng.

“Miss Si.”

Someone called her from behind.

Si Fuqing turned around, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly.

“Miss Si, hello.” The butler bowed respectfully to her. “I was sent by Old Master Yu. The Yu family would like to invite you as a guest. When would you be available? We can wait for you at any time.”

Si Fuqing placed the soy milk and vegetarian buns on the handlebars and was about to leave. “I’m not available.”

“Miss Si!” The butler hurriedly called out, “Miss Si, Old Master Yu already knows about the matter between you and Young Master Yu Yao. He has been punished to kneel in the ancestral hall. If you are still not satisfied, just say the word, and we will make it right.”

Si Fuqing was unmoved. “And what does that have to do with me?”

She rode away without giving the butler another chance to speak.

Upon arriving at Yu Xiheng’s residence, Si Fuqing handed the bag to him. “Brother Nine, here you go. The weather is nice today; we can go for a walk in the afternoon.”