Chapter 388 - 388: Master Xi Wants to Learn Hypnosis?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Barry’s first words over the phone were complaints towards Wen Xin, regretting entrusting this task to her. He wondered if it was too late to refuse the collaboration now.

“The order has already been signed; it’s too late to back out now. Also, I forgot to tell you to let go of the 3% profit; consider it giving face to an acquaintance!”

“Master Drunk, what are you trying to do?”

Hearing Wen Xin insisting on relinquishing profits, Barry nearly passed out from frustration, his concern for his own status forgotten as he yelled at Wen Xin over the phone.

Barry’s roar was loud and clear to Ou Jinzhi, who began to doubt this deal would bring the joy he anticipated. He suspected Wen Xin might not be able to make decisions on Barry’s behalf.

“Alright, let’s settle it this way. Be quick and have the goods ready in three months.”

Having said that, Wen Xin no longer wished to hear Barry’s yelling and hung up the phone without hesitation.

“The rest is between you and Barry. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll be leaving.” Wen Xin put the tablet into her backpack, stood up, donned her jacket, and headed towards the door of the private room.

“Slightly Tipsy, is this order finalized? Or will there be changes?” Ou Shenzhi, somewhat confused by Wen Xin’s attitude, wasn’t sure if the deal was considered successful.

“It’s finalized. Barry will discuss with you the delivery address and the deposit price. Anything else? If not, I’ll be leaving.”

Wen Xin’s gaze was cold as she looked at Ou Jinzhi, who, still in shock, gestured for her to leave and watched her go.

After Wen Xin left, he slowly sat down on a nearby chair, his mind filled with images of Wen Xin on the phone and her departure. What exactly was Slightly Tipsy’s identity, and what was the identity of Mu Chengxi’s girlfriend?

Doctor? High school student? Country girl? Slightly Tipsy? Which was her real identity, or did she have other surprising identities? It was all too astonishing. He wondered if Mu Chengxi knew that Slightly Tipsy was his girlfriend, feeling unexpectedly eager about it.

Just as she entered the residential area, the security guard caught up to Wen Xin from behind, “Miss Wen, this is a package FOR Mr. Mu. I wanted to deliver it to you earlier, but no one was home when I rang the doorbell. Since you’re passing by, could you take this package up?”

Wen Xin took the package from the security guard, gave it a light shake without guessing its contents, thanked him, and headed towards the apartment building.

Back at home, Wen Xin glanced at the box in her hands. She didn’t want to open it but worried it might be something urgent for Mu Chengxi. So, she grabbed a small knife nearby and opened the cardboard box.

The moment Wen Xin opened the box, she clearly saw the words ‘Hypnosis Techniques’.

Seeing the contents of the box, Wen Xin’s beautiful eyes slightly narrowed. She didn’t need to guess to know what Mu Chengxi was thinking — perhaps he was taking precautions, worried she might turn against him someday.

Wen Xin took the books out of the box and neatly placed them on the hallway’s storage shelf, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her hypnosis had never failed before; even Wei Shisheng, who had studied psychology, fell for her tricks.

She didn’t believe Mu Chengxi could resist her hypnosis just by reading these basic books; otherwise, her hypnosis would be rendered ineffective.

After putting things away, Wen Xin lay down on the sofa, gazing at the stars scattered in the night sky through the window, her eyes slightly narrowed.

In half a month, the independent enrolment day would arrive, and in twenty days, it would be her birthday. She seemed to be looking forward to that day.

Lost in thought for who knows how long, Wen Xin’s phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Nan Xu, surprising her. Nan Xu had returned to Continent M ten days ago and hadn’t contacted her since. A sudden call today surely wasn’t coincidental.

Wen Xin picked up the phone, “Why are you calling me?”

“Nan Xu, there’s something here that I think you should know about. The hospital received an order from Pochinki for a liver transplant surgery. Do you know who the patient is?”

Today, Nan Xu was organizing documents when she came across information about a person she was scheduled to operate on next week. To her surprise, it turned out to be someone she knew.

“A liver transplant? Don’t tell me it’s Geng Qiu? Geng Qiu is in Pochinki? Who took her there?”

Wen Xin wasn’t too surprised by this news. After the Geng family’s incident, she hadn’t dealt with their matters, leaving everything to Zhao Honghan and Mu Bei to handle.

By the time she remembered Geng Qiu, she had already disappeared. Wen Xin

had someone investigate Geng Qiu’s whereabouts but found no trace of her.

She hadn’t expected Geng Qiu to be hiding in Pochinki.

“I don’t know who took her, but I know some about her liver source. It was bought from an auction house in Pochinki. I’ve already asked Yan Qing to look into it, but we haven’t received any news yet.”

When Nan Xu knew the patient was Geng Qiu, she started investigating this matter. After sorting everything out, she called Wen Xin to inform her.

“Okay, I suspect Geng Zewei took Geng Qiu away. You can arrange someone else for this surgery; you don’t have to go yourself. I’m worried Geng Zewei might recognize you.”

Geng Zewei’s identity had raised Wen Xin’s guard. His status within the

Shadow Alliance was enough for him to have the capability to investigate her.

She also knew her identity wasn’t something ordinary people could investigate, but she couldn’t be too careful. Especially since Geng Zewei dared to make a move against Mu Chengxi’s people in Continent F, that madman was capable of anything.

“Alright, I just wanted to inform you about this. I don’t know why Geng Qiu was taken to Pochinki, but maybe it’s better if this surgery fails. If she recovers, I’m worried it’ll cause trouble for you.”

Nan Xu revised the surgical plan, contemplating whether to let Geng Qiu die on the operating table to avoid future problems. Wen Xin already had enough troubles; if she could handle some for her, she would.

“No need, there’s no need for her to recover, nor is there a need for her to die. Let’s just leave her hanging; let her taste what it’s like to wish for death. How is Su Li doing now?”

Hearing about Geng Qiu, Wen Xin suddenly thought of Su Li, whom she had sent to Continent M. She wondered how Su Li had been faring during this time.

“Su Li’s mental state isn’t very stable. It’s unclear whether it’s an act or a result of emotional breakdown. I’ve just returned and haven’t checked on her yet; I’ve only heard about her condition. If you want to know, I can go and confirm her situation for you..”