Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Two

Later on, Lin Jiajia noticed that the two young ladies were acting rather strangely, constantly purchasing all sorts of items: a large quantity of soy-based products such as tofu and bean sprouts. She couldn't help wondering what on earth they planned to do with all these things.

"Go on, get out of here! No one can save your wife's illness, so stop lingering around here!" A thin man was rudely thrown out from the entrance of a medicine shop.

"Doctor, I beg you, please save my wife!" The emaciated man collapsed onto the ground, pleading continuously.

"We've already told you, her condition is untreatable! Are you ever going to stop?"

The crowd buzzed with noisy chatter.

"Sigh! What a tragic life this young man has. His wife has given birth to three children, and not a single one survived. Now she's pregnant again, and she's not going to make it," said an old grandmother.

"Not a single one of the three children survived? Good heavens!" a woman exclaimed in shock.

"If you ask me, there's something deeply ominous about that family. Best to stay away," another person chimed in.

"Fubao! Fubao! It's him, it's him!" The ginseng spirit's voice popped out from inside the jade pendant.

"What is him?"

"Oh! That man's wife is actually a tree spirit. A union between a human and a spirit violates the heavenly dao, which is why their children perish shortly after birth," the ginseng spirit explained the whole story from beginning to end.

"Ah? How on earth do you know that?" Fubao asked in surprise.

"That ginseng fruit was pilfered from his wife in the first place."

"Don't tell me that man's wife is a ginseng fruit tree!" Fubao was on the verge of screaming.

"That's right! She has plenty of ginseng fruits over there," the ginseng spirit said.

"Someone who sells ginseng fruits is living this desperately poor?" Fubao was extremely astonished.

"Are you an idiot? Can you just casually sell ginseng fruits like that? Even if you sold them, who would recognize that it's a ginseng fruit? People would probably be too scared to eat it anyway," the ginseng spirit glanced at Fubao and said.

"Well, if I save her, will I get a lot of ginseng fruits?" Fubao stroked her chin and muttered.

"Hey, hey, hey! Have you lost your mind? The child in that woman's belly cannot be saved," the ginseng spirit said hastily, trying to dispel Fubao's terrifying thought.

"Why can't it be saved? I said if I can, then I can!" With that, Fubao walked toward the man.

At that moment, the skinny man was kneeling on the ground, completely soul-broken. His wife had fallen ill. After losing three children, he had originally no longer wanted his wife to suffer and had planned to stop having children for the sake of her health. But he never expected that his wife would outsmart him; by the time he found out, she was already pregnant. Looking into his wife's hopeful eyes, he had ultimately yielded to her wishes. Yet, he never imagined that this child would cost her life.

Just then, a voice came from above, "Brother, I think I can help you."

The man raised his head and saw a short person whose pencil-thin mustache twitched with every word he spoke.

The man: "..." What on earth is this?

"Young master, please don't joke around. My wife is beyond saving," the man said with a face full of despair.

Fubao shook her fan and said, "Sigh! Don't say that. When I say I have a way, I naturally have a way."

Having said that, she leaned in and whispered something into the man's ear.

The man's eyes flashed instantly, turning fierce. He grabbed Fubao's wrist and said viciously, "Who are you? How do you know about my wife? Tell me, are you a hunter?"

Seeing the man turn vicious, the young ladies from the Chen family and Lin Jiajia were terrified and stepped forward to intervene.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go!" The Chen family's young lady rushed forward, trying to pry the man's hand open.

"Let go!" Lin Jiajia also pulled at him. Strangely enough, the man's strength had suddenly become immense; just a moment ago he looked frail and weak, but now he acted like a completely different person.

"Big brother, don't get excited. I'm not a hunter. If I were a hunter, I would have run straight to your house and caught people directly long ago, instead of wasting time here with you." Fubao's grip hurt a bit, forcing her to speak through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, the man finally released his grip, though the murderous intent in his eyes had not dissipated. He asked directly, "What is your motive?"

"Huh?" Fubao was enjoying the soothing touch of the two young ladies and didn't react immediately upon hearing this.

The man knitted his brows and asked again, "What is your purpose? You couldn't possibly help us for no reason."

"Hehe, of course I have a purpose." Before Fubao could finish speaking, she saw the murderous intent in the man's eyes grow even denser, though this time he didn't make a move.

"Oh! Don't rush, don't rush! Listen to me, I only want the fruits in your wife's possession. Not many, just two a day," Fubao said.

The man still furrowed his brow and asked, "Just this?"

"That's right, just this condition," Fubao answered with certainty.

"Is there any way to heal my wife?" The man thought for a moment before asking.

"Take this. Have your wife keep the item inside with her at all times and never take it off," Fubao retrieved a sachet from her sleeve and tossed it over.

"This is?"

"This is a treasure. Remember to let your wife wear it constantly, and after the baby is born, let the child wear it as well. Never take it off for the rest of their lives," Fubao added.

"Many thanks, young master. Where should those fruits be delivered?" The man opened the sachet and discovered inside a multicolored stone brimming with auspicious vital energy. He immediately realized that the person before him was no ordinary being.

"You don't need to worry about that. Just bring the fruit out every morning and leave it at your front door." The worst-case scenario was making the ginseng spirit run an errand every day.

The man: "..." They even dug up my home address?

...

"Fubao, what on earth did you give that man?" After watching the man leave in a hurry, the two young ladies finally spoke up.

"Just some medicinal herbs," Fubao pouted and muttered.

"If you were just giving him medicinal herbs, fine, but why on earth did you have to give him your sachet as well?" The Chen family's young lady tugged hard at Fubao's sleeve, giving her frantic hints.

"I just handed it over casually, didn't think that much about it," Fubao scratched her head and said sheepishly.

"Then hurry up and ask for it back! You can't just go around giving away sachets!" Lin Jiajia also realized the gravity of the situation, pulling on Fubao's sleeve and making exaggerated facial expressions.

"It's fine, I have plenty of sachets. Giving one away is no big deal," Fubao said with a wide smile.

Lin Jiajia and the Chen family's young lady instantly felt the surrounding atmospheric pressure plummet to sub-zero temperatures, dropping who knows how many degrees.

"Fubao, may the heavens protect you," the two of them said before instantly making themselves scarce.

"Hey~ You two... Big Brother Gu Li, when did you arrive?" Fubao turned around and caught sight of a dark-faced Gu Li standing just a few steps away.

At that moment, Gu Li's handsome face was frozen like ice, radiating biting coldness.

"When did Big Brother Gu Li get here?" Fubao swallowed hard as she looked at the freezing Gu Li before her. Having never seen Gu Li look this way, she felt rather frightened.

Seeing the fear in Fubao's eyes, Gu Li's gaze paused, and he slowly reined in the chill emanating from his body.

Feeling the ambient temperature warm up slightly, Fubao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well! Did you have a lot of fun giving away that sachet?" Gu Li slowly spat out those words.

Fubao's heart leaped back into her throat.

"Not at all! Big Brother Gu Li, I was just giving medicine to that big brother," Fubao shook Gu Li's sleeve as she explained.

Gu Li's gaze flickered with a flash of sharp light, and then he said, "Big brother?"

Fubao shook her head as a conditioned reflex. "No! I mean an uncle! An uncle!"

"In a moment, I'll send someone to retrieve that sachet. Don't go casually giving sachets to men in the future." Gu Li pulled Fubao away, lecturing her as they walked.

"Mm-mm, I know," Fubao nodded beside him.

To onlookers, the backs of this pair of jade-like figures retreating together made them look like the most perfectly matched couple in the entire world. Never had a man and a woman fit together so harmoniously.