Quick Transmigration: The Green Tea Mistress's Guide to Seduction - A Master's Handbook

“He probably won’t like you.” That was Ji Ming’s next sentence.

"What do you mean by that, Uncle?" Xie Qingyu's face turned cold instinctively.

Ji Ming was taken aback when he saw Xie Qingyu's expression, then laughed, "I have no ill intentions, I'm just stating the facts. He is naturally emotionally detached, he doesn't have the emotions of a normal person, and even his interactions with others are just imitations."

Perhaps fearing that Xie Qingyu wouldn't believe him, Ji Ming added, "It's hereditary; I'm the same way."

"So that's why you didn't care about Ji Lingshen at all when he was young, or that as long as he was alive, it didn't matter what kind of suffering he endured?" Xie Qingyu said quickly and urgently.

"Did he tell you this?" Ji Ming asked curiously, a smile playing on his lips. "How could I care about him? He's still alive and well, which means my actions were perfectly justified."

Ji Ming's words were like a rogue's act, making them unacceptable yet impossible to refute.

"Don't be too nervous. I know about his childhood. But what kind of suffering can a child endure? It's just that Chang Xinrui wasn't very nice to him. But expecting a stepmother with no blood relation to him to be nice to him is a bit unreasonable."

“A stepmother certainly has no obligations, but the most crucial point is that you, as the biological father, haven’t fulfilled any obligations either,” Xie Qingyu retorted directly.

"Alright, young lady, I didn't call you here today to talk about this." Ji Ming was clearly indifferent to these things. "But it seems you still like him quite a bit, which is a good thing."

"If there's anything else, just say it." Ji Lingshen held Xie Qingyu's shoulder, trying to calm him down.

Xie Qingyu's willingness to stand up for him made him extremely happy, like he had just tasted honey and was reluctant to swallow it.

But his attitude wasn't so good when he was facing Ji Ming.

"You're still missing something," Ji Ming asked. "Here you go."

As Ji Ming spoke, he took out a pendant. The pendant had a metal ball on the outside and could be opened.

Ji Ming opened the box, revealing a thumb ring, the kind worn on the thumb.

"This is all the stuff your mother left behind. Now it's all yours. What about the blood you promised?" Ji Ming asked.

Ji Lingshen first took the item from his hand and examined it to confirm that it was the same item as he remembered before taking out two vials of blood.

The tube had obvious scratches, but Ji Ming stood up excitedly upon seeing it and carefully took it with both hands. "Is there more?"

Ji Lingshen looked at him expressionlessly, "There are only three tubes in total."

The last tube has already been given to Ji Ming.

Clearly, Ji Ming had already obtained something he wanted from this blood, which is why he now cherishes this precious little thing.

"Are you sure that thing is really dead?" Ji Ming asked, unwilling to give up.

“If I don’t die, where will I get my blood?” Ji Lingshen replied.

Ji Ming's face seemed to show regret, "That should be the unformed zombie king, what a pity... I wonder if I will encounter it again in the future."

During the conversation between the father and son, Xie Qingyu didn't say a word, but she probably understood the situation from what she saw.

This was an exchange of interests between the father and son.

"Isn't it better to stay at the base?" Ji Ming carefully put away the two vials of blood before turning to Xie Qingyu and asking.

Xie Qingyu didn't know anything about Xie Cheng, and Ji Ming knew as much, but she still said directly, "Staying in a base like this, I don't know when I'll become a wronged ghost. I won't be killed by zombies, but by people first."

Xie Qingyu's words couldn't hide her disgust for the Northern Base, and Ji Ming didn't show any extra expression, nodding to indicate his understanding.

“Then you can go wherever you want. Once the serum research is successful, it will be the same wherever you are.” Ji Ming’s eyes lit up when he talked about the serum research.

"No need for you to worry about it," Xie Qingyu replied, her tone still unpleasant.

Ji Ming offered no further comment, simply saying, "Let's go out for dinner."

The meal proceeded peacefully. Chang Qing was afraid that Xie Qingyu might say something inappropriate in front of Ji Ming, so he didn't dare to speak to Xie Qingyu or make eye contact throughout the meal, for fear of angering her.

Even after hearing that Xie Qingyu and Ji Lingshen were together, he only widened his eyes in shock, but didn't say a word.

Her gaze swept over Ji Lingshen several times, but her eyes remained fixed on Xie Qingyu, with a look she had never seen before.

After finishing their meal, Ji Lingshen and Xie Qingyu got up and left.

Ji Ming even saw them to the door, saying, "Since you don't want the crystal cores either, then take care of yourselves."

Xie Qingyu responded with a fake smile.

Ji Lingshen was amused by Xie Qingyu's expression, and when he left with her, he was so happy that he leaned on her shoulder.

Ji Ming, however, hesitated to close the door. He watched the two figures leave, the man's tall frame leaning against the girl, a sight that exuded intimacy.

Just like they were back then.

No one understands Ji Lingshen's current state better than Ji Ming.

The girl before him was like the only colorful butterfly to appear in his life, attracting all his attention.

Before or after the butterfly appeared, there was nothing interesting in his world.

They can interact normally, and have kinship and friendship... These emotions can be faked by imitating behaviors observed from other humans.

However, the fake is not the same as the real thing.

Ji Ming took one last look at the two figures. Just like the keepsake of his mother that Ji Lingshen cherished so much, it was actually just a root that Ji Ming had planted in his heart since childhood, which had been subtly instilled in Ji Lingshen's heart.

Because he didn't want to be the only one who remembered that bright and cheerful girl from back then.

She didn't want her children to forget her.

Xie Qingyu and Ji Lingshen, who had already walked a distance, could sense Ji Ming's gaze behind them, but neither of them paid it any mind.

Xie Qingyu no longer had a good impression of him. Not only did he have no affection for his own son, but he also did nothing even after learning that his son had a difficult childhood. Such a person did not deserve to be a father.

Ji Lingshen didn't care, but he liked Xie Qingyu's indignant attitude.

It wasn't until they got back to their place that Xie Qingyu, who had been holding back all the way, finally asked, "What kind of blood did you give your father?"

“He’s someone who was bitten by a zombie but hasn’t turned into a zombie in a long time,” Ji Lingshen replied casually.

Xie Qingyu looked at Ji Lingshen, who was blinking in front of her, and suddenly asked, "Is it your own blood?"