Soul Patch

Chapter 191 Eating Breakfast

Wenjie was still pondering the old woman's words, feeling that they weren't as simple as they seemed on the surface.

So right now, he wasn't in the mood to think about sleeping at all.

Liu Qingqing wasn't the type of person he was going to catch a cold from, so he didn't even think about it that way.

After Liu Qingqing finished speaking in a half-joking manner, she saw Wenjie sitting at the table as steady as a rock.

He's probably the perfect example of someone who can remain unmoved even with a woman in his lap. Hmph, what an oblivious guy!

"Don't get me wrong, I was just thinking that we're counting on you tomorrow, and it must be tiring for you to sleep on the table. Since you're such a gentleman, you can have half of that big bed..." Liu Qingqing said, giving herself a way out.

Having said all that, Wenjie showed no intention of getting up, and Liu Qingqing cursed him in her heart.

"You should go to sleep first..." Wenjie said softly, leaning back and closing his eyes as if he were resting.

Liu Qingqing was a little angry. She deliberately stomped her shoes loudly as she walked over to turn off the light, then stomped back to the bedside and stretched out on the big bed.

Although the bed was filthy and she didn't like it, she had just been sleeping soundly when she heard Wenjie shouting something. When she opened her heavy eyelids and struggled to get up, the feeling was more painful than being killed.

Now that she was back in bed, her interrupted sleep quickly resumed.

The next morning, the mist was dispelled by the rising sun, and the light became clear and bright.

Liu Qingqing stretched and turned over, noticing that the space above the table was empty.

Where is Wenjie?

She turned to her other side and found Wenjie lying on his side by the bed, curled up slightly, sleeping cautiously, as if afraid that his dreams would disturb Liu Qingqing's peaceful sleep.

For a moment, Liu Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she realized that this young master Wen in front of her wasn't actually that annoying.

A guy who's wealthy, principled, and not promiscuous will always make a good impression on girls, won't he?

I don't know if this goodwill is more due to money or character.

Wenjie's eyelashes trembled a few times, and before Liu Qingqing could react, his dark eyes had already opened.

Seeing Liu Qingqing sitting next to him looking dazed, Wenjie rubbed his eyes and mumbled in a nasal voice, "What are you looking at?"

"N-nothing...nothing! Why...why are you in bed?" Liu Qingqing asked, trying to cover up her embarrassment.

As she spoke, she had already composed herself. The little flutters in her eyes had been suppressed, and her gaze towards Wenjie had become calm and composed.

"Oh! This? Didn't you say you'd share the bed with me tonight?" Wenjie said, getting up, slipping on his shoes, and leaving through the door.

Soon Wenjie returned, his face still wet with sweat. He pointed to the right and said, "Turn right when you go out, there's a restroom there."

It means, hurry up and get ready, we'll be leaving after we wash up. We're not here on vacation, we have a mission!

Liu Qingqing reluctantly stretched a few more times before slowly getting up, moving to the bedside to put on her shoes: "It's only nine o'clock, where are we going?"

"Go find the old woman in the black robe."

"...Wenjie, are you still asleep?" Liu Qingqing stood up with a smile, looking at Wenjie with disbelief, as if she had just heard a joke.

Wenjie pursed his lips and said nothing. He knew that if he said that the silver needles controlled Liu Qingqing and that a witch-like old woman had taken away the medical records, Liu Qingqing would think he was joking.

But what happened last night felt so real, as if it wasn't a dream, but something that actually happened right before my eyes.

The two ate a steamed bun and a bowl of tofu pudding at a breakfast stall next to the hotel. Wenjie wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing was still slowly eating her tofu pudding, taking small bites at a time.

Wenjie's eyes showed obvious impatience and urging, which made Liu Qingqing roll her eyes at him: "He has to finish eating!"

"Um"

Wenjie turned his head away from her and looked at the owner of the breakfast stall he had borrowed. She was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties with her hair casually combed up and an apron tied around her waist.

The woman was looking at Wenjie and his group when she noticed Wenjie sizing her up, and she gave him a kind smile.

"Young man, would you like two more steamed buns? The fried dough sticks are also good, fresh out of the oven and piping hot!"

"Is it free?"

Wenjie asked casually.

"Uh..." The woman's expression was slightly surprised, but she quickly smiled and said, "Young man, you're really joking. We're just a small business, breakfast only costs a few dollars. You don't seem to be short of money. Eat whatever you want. If you don't have any money with you now, you can bring it over tomorrow or the day after."

That's right. Wenjie ran over and grabbed a few more steamed buns and fried dough sticks, then asked the proprietress for paper and a pen, and solemnly wrote down his name.

Tell the proprietress that if he doesn't bring the breakfast money over, she can take this piece of paper to Huahai International to find him.

The proprietress smiled and tucked the note into her handbag.

Liu Qingqing finished the last mouthful of tofu pudding, swallowed hard, and asked in surprise, "This is possible?"

"I can't help it, I'm not full!"

Liu Qingqing thought for a moment and said, "It's best to avoid establishing connections with the people here. If it changes the development of the real world, the system might have to intervene."

"Hmm...didn't you leave a note for the security guard in that neighborhood? Why is it your phone number?" Wenjie teased.

"..." Liu Qingqing.

"By the way, what functions and props did you use before? You mean those mysterious things..." Wenjie gestured in the air with his chopsticks.

Liu Qingqing's slightly embarrassed expression had returned to normal. She took a tissue from the cheap plastic tissue box on the table, wiped the grease from the corner of her mouth, and recalled:

"I redeemed a hidden identity once, used props three times, applied virtual scenes twice, and a virtual identity once... I can't quite remember. I've used up everything I had, and now I'm just like you, with nothing left." Liu Qingqing spread her hands, extending her empty palms in front of Wenjie.

"I didn't expect you to have gained so much from your previous inaction! If you have any leftover rewards and items, can you still use them now?" Wenjie pointed to the ground, implying that he had returned to twenty years ago and was beginning to correct his life's trajectory.

"No, this is the real world twenty years ago. The previous murder of Li Shiman was a virtual scenario, one of which was a fact that actually happened, and the other was a fictional event that did not happen."

Wenjie listened and nodded.

But if this is the real world, how do we explain what happened last night?

Wenjie pressed his temples and stood up, and Liu Qingqing followed suit.

Wenjie waved to the proprietress and left the breakfast stall one after the other with Liu Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)