Do You Want to Hug My Son?

"Sis, have some water first. The sun is too fierce today. I'll go hurry the director and have him start filming as soon as possible! If this keeps up, people will faint from the heat!"

Tu Jiaya took the cup of water from her younger sister, Tu Jiaqing, and shook her head. "It's fine, I'm okay. You're the one who's been busy since we woke up this morning; you should rest properly."

Tu Jiaqing immediately shook her head. "Sis, I'm not tired at all! You're a big star, a big singer now. If I don't keep a close eye on you, what if someone takes advantage of you? Don't worry! I'll go talk to that director right now! He'll be here soon!"

"Sigh... this child."

Tu Jiaya shook her head as she watched Tu Jiaqing run off full of energy. After taking a sip of water, she focused on the script in her hands.

It was as if she had completely immersed herself in her own world.

Even though the surroundings had already become a sea of people, packed with students watching and paparazzi chasing the story.

Click, click.

The faint sound of a camera shutter. But for a musician adept at pinpointing sound sources, it was clearly audible. Tu Jiaya frowned.

She noticed a woman... who seemed to have sneaked up beside the RV and was taking photos. She had an ID badge hanging around her neck, likely a reporter.

"Miss! It's forbidden to come near here!"

A bodyguard immediately stepped forward and said sternly to the female reporter taking photos, "Delete what you just took, and leave immediately!"

The female reporter sniffed and smiled. "What if I don't leave?"

"Miss, please be polite."

"Po-polite! Your mother!"

Why were women so aggressive nowadays? The bodyguard felt extremely frustrated. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't fight with a woman... especially a shrewish one like this. Well, she was quite pretty, but her personality was a bit of a letdown.

"Miss, please be polite! And please leave!" the bodyguard said sternly again.

Unexpectedly, Tu Jiaya said softly, "Let her come over. She's a good friend of mine, it's okay."

The bodyguard was stunned, but then saw the woman with the camera push past him with a smile and walk to the RV door. Tu Jiaya shook her head. "KingKong, it's fine here. I'll chat with my friend."

KingKong had no choice but to nod and return to his post.

"Big stars are really different; even the bodyguards are so strong and sturdy," the female reporter said, then looked at Tu Jiaya and commented, "Tsk, your figure is also great. Did you get plastic surgery?"

Tu Jiaya said with annoyance, "Miss Ren Ziling, can't you be serious for once? We haven't seen each other for years... and you're still the same!"

Ren Ziling laughed heartily and stepped into the RV. She looked around the interior and said, "How have you been? You must have been doing very well these past few years, winning several music awards consecutively. You're definitely one of the hottest female singers in the south right now!"

Tu Jiaya shook her head. "It's not that good or bad. Fame brings trouble."

"What's wrong?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.

Tu Jiaya replied, "It's all minor stuff, nothing important. How about you? Are you still working as a reporter? How have things been lately? Back then, when I was working out of town, I heard that your husband..."

Ren Ziling stretched lazily. "Me? I don't want to think about anything right now. I just want to work hard and raise my son well."

"A son!" Tu Jiaya's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed Ren Ziling's hand. "What did we say when we were in school? Best sisters for life? You had a child and didn't even tell me! Hurry up and tell me, what does my nephew look like? Is he cute? You're really something, not even showing off your son!"

Ren Ziling's gaze suddenly shifted. "Girl, do you really want to see your 'big' nephew?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"But can you leave right now?" Ren Ziling narrowed her eyes. "If you can leave, I might be able to let you see him immediately! Honestly, my son is very handsome!"

Tu Jiaya hesitated for a moment. "If it's just for a little while, it should be okay. Filming hasn't officially started yet."

"Alright, I'll have him come over right away... for you to hold!"

"What? Zi..."

Ren Ziling suddenly jumped out of the RV and went to the side to make a phone call. Tu Jiaya was stunned, wondering if her good friend had brought her child to work.

"Hello! Son!"

"..."

"Hello? Luo Qiu?"

"What is it?"

"Where are you right now?"

Luo Qiu, who was still on his seat looking up information about the Gospel of Judas, thought for a moment after hearing the question.

Normally, he should be at school right now—and he was, in fact, at school.

Of course, if he answered that he was at home or not at school, he would definitely be nagged by his overly affectionate mother, Ren Ziling.

"School."

"That's perfect, I'm right here too! Come over to me, I'm at... here!"

"Not going."

"Wait a minute, aren't you curious why I'm at your school?"

"Not curious..."

The newspaper agency where Ren Ziling worked actually specialized in publishing gossip news—Luo Qiu had already figured out the general reason why she was here, after overhearing two girls walking by mention a big star.

"Alright! Then I'll come over! Where are you?"

"Wait a moment... I'm coming."

Strictly speaking, Black Soul No. 9 should also be considered an old ghost. As for Taiyinzi... naturally, there's no need to say, he's a five-hundred-year-old ghost.

So, what could two old ghosts be doing squatting in a university library filled with mostly young people?

Boss Luo said he wanted to give Taiyinzi some cramming education, so the only thing they could do was read.

"What!! Damn Tartars actually dare to seize the territory of my Great Ming?!!"

"This Wu Sangui deserves to be dismembered a thousand times!!"

"It's good that the Qing Dynasty was destroyed!!"

"These damned foreign barbarians dare to invade my divine land! Kill, kill, kill!!!"

He was looking at a simplified version of "General History of Ancient and Modern Times." As Taiyinzi read, he gesticulated wildly, puffed out his beard, and glared. If he hadn't been a Black Soul Envoy now, neither fully soul nor ghost, and thus invisible to anyone, he would have been chased out with a broom long ago.

Black Soul No. 9 had learned some modern common phrases during this time, and he felt one of them perfectly described Taiyinzi's current state.

What a moron...

Black Soul No. 9 shook his head. If it weren't for the club owner's orders, he would never have considered teaching a novice Black Soul.

He just sat quietly to the side, silently observing the young people in the library.

Perhaps he could find a suitable patron here.

Desire lurked in people's hearts, but if one observed carefully, it could usually be found.

People were most unrestrained when alone, and when they felt no one was watching, they revealed their true nature. Black Soul Envoys could switch between manifesting and hiding, making it easy to observe the hidden sides of humanity.

Black Soul No. 9 frowned at this moment. A young woman was walking over, seemingly looking for an empty seat.

He had been a Black Soul Envoy for a considerable time, and his abilities were naturally incomparable to a newcomer like Taiyinzi—this woman possessed a very pure soul, capable of providing high-quality transaction currency.

Just as Black Soul No. 9 was about to observe the woman closely, some images suddenly flashed through his consciousness.

Holding a paper umbrella, someone gazed into the light rain, seemingly calling out something.

The image was hazy, yet a heartbreaking sorrow bloomed in Black Soul No. 9's mind.

Black Soul No. 9 tried hard to see the figure in the haze, until the woman, who he intended to approach as a patron, walked past him.

The woman's appearance instantly overlapped with the blurry figure in his consciousness.

Black Soul No. 9 murmured distractedly, "Lan Fang..."

He uttered a name that felt both strange and familiar, staring blankly at the woman who seemed confused about something and had stopped in her tracks.

Zhang Qingrui hesitated.

She seemed to have heard someone call out the name "Lan Fang"... that was her grandmother's name.

But in front of her, there was only an empty table, with no one there.

"Strange... was this seat empty before?"

She shook her head. Since there was an empty seat, she might as well sit down.

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PS1: Thanks again to 'Mengmengda Shushu' and 'Langlang's Black Person' for the rewards.

PS2: Yes! I defeated the goalkeeper and became the Nth generation goalkeeper! Well done! Although there are no red envelopes, I have updates, which is the best gift a writer can give back to readers, balabalabala!!

PS3: Actually, PS3 can also be understood as this weak author having the heart of a wealthy patron but being too tsundere to say it out loud...

PS4: Yes, I am a standard PS4 that begs for votes, collections, and rewards.