The Young Girl Was a Money-Grubber

Ji Chuxing, who was chewing on a milk tablet, was stunned.

"As I thought, you don't remember." Bo Yanchen sighed.

He sounded rather regretful.

Ji Chuxing searched the original owner's memories, but she still couldn't recall what relationship the original owner had with someone this good-looking.

Bo Yanchen could only clear up her confusion.

"Seven years ago, how old were you then?" Bo Yanchen raised a hand to indicate roughly how tall Ji Chuxing had been. "Elder Ji treated me."

Although Grandpa Ji had lived in the countryside, Ji Chuxing thought back over the original owner's memories. From her current perspective, Grandpa Ji must have been a highly skilled old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Quite a few people came to him for treatment every year.

But as for just how skilled he was, she had only the original owner's impressions and no concrete understanding, so she couldn't be sure.

Seven years ago?

The original owner had only been ten then.

Ji Chuxing sized Bo Yanchen up, rolling the milk tablet back and forth in her mouth. Her voice was a little muffled. "How did your treatment go?"

Bo Yanchen hadn't expected Ji Chuxing to remember much. After all, she'd been too young at the time.

Although he had gone to the Ji Family and stayed for nearly half a month, he had only seen the little girl two or three times.

Every time he saw her, she had been timid, hiding away and too afraid to come out.

"Mm, pretty well."

His condition had been quite serious at the time, and Elder Ji had helped him recover a great deal.

Ji Chuxing thought for a moment and said seriously, "Grandpa saved your life."

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow and didn't deny it.

Ji Chuxing nodded and held out her little hand to Bo Yanchen. "Not much. A hundred thousand yuan."

After a pause, she added, "It's the medical fee." She definitely wasn't swindling him!

Bo Yanchen froze, then finally realized that the little girl was planning to shake him down for money?

But her eyes were clear, and she didn't seem to have any bad intentions.

Amused, Bo Yanchen tilted his head and looked her over. "Kid, are you a little money-grubber?"

Ji Chuxing didn't think there was anything wrong with what she'd done. The old man had treated someone like him back then, so he clearly hadn't been an ordinary country doctor, but he definitely hadn't charged much.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so poor.

"Mm, a life-saving favor should be repaid with a gushing spring," Ji Chuxing said earnestly.

"All right, it should indeed be repaid with a gushing spring."

The little girl had no money to spend, and she was Elder Ji's granddaughter, so Bo Yanchen naturally wouldn't stand by and do nothing. He pulled a card from his wallet and gave it to her. "I'll pay the medical fee now."

Ji Chuxing accepted it without the slightest hesitation and tucked it into her schoolbag.

Great, she had money again.

Up front, Fang He's lips were twitching so hard they were about to cramp.

Today, he didn't know whether there was something wrong with him or with the master.

He didn't dare say anything, and he didn't dare ask.

The car had reached the city center when Ji Chuxing suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Bo Yanchen," Bo Yanchen answered.

Ji Chuxing nodded. Up front, Fang He couldn't resist reminding her, "Everyone calls the master Second Master."

Ji Chuxing frowned. "I don't like calling other people master."

Other people called her master. Anyone who could make her call them master hadn't been born yet.

Fang He: "..."

Miss, was this a question of whether you liked it or not? The master's status spoke for itself. In all of North City, no one dared call even the Bo Family's second uncle Second Master. That title belonged to Bo Yanchen alone.

In the entire Bo Family, he was the only one worthy of that title.

Bo Yanchen didn't mind. "Whatever you like."

Ji Chuxing thought for a moment. "But you helped me, so I can call you Second Brother."

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!"

Fang He, who was driving, nearly jerked the steering wheel.

No one dared call Second Master that.

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow and rolled the title around in his mind. He found it rather novel. "Not bad. Call me that."

Since the little girl had called him brother, he would dote on her like his own little sister from now on. After all, she was Elder Ji's granddaughter, and he owed Elder Ji a great favor. It was only right.

Ji Chuxing shook her little head, making a row of stray hairs stick up on top. She seemed to be in a good mood.

Watching her, Bo Yanchen couldn't resist raising a hand to smooth down a tuft of hair. His voice held an unconscious note of indulgence. "Good girl."

Ji Chuxing frowned and dodged him. "Don't touch my head."

"What happens if I do?" Bo Yanchen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ji Chuxing said seriously, "I'll beat you up!"

Bo Yanchen finally couldn't hold back and burst into hearty laughter.

The little girl had quite a temper. Beat him up?

With that little body of hers?

Ji Chuxing gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he found so funny.

Just then, as the car was about to turn, a car coming from the opposite direction suddenly shot toward Bo Yanchen's car.

Fang He's attention had been entirely on Bo Yanchen's rare laughter, and he reacted a second too slowly.

Seeing that they were about to crash into the oncoming car, his heart leaped into his throat!

In an instant, he felt a pain in his shoulder, as though an enormous force were pulling him backward from behind. The steering wheel was forced into a sharp turn, perfectly avoiding the other car.

Their car remained steady, but the car that had rushed at them nearly hit a roadside wall. In the end, it swerved sharply and sped away.

It had been a close call, but no harm was done.

Fang He took a deep breath. His back had been soaked with sweat in an instant. "Master..." he said with difficulty.

Bo Yanchen pressed his thin lips together, and the car fell silent for a moment.

"Thank goodness for you, Master." Fang He was ashamed. If anything had happened to the master, he could not have atoned even with ten thousand deaths.

Bo Yanchen glanced at him indifferently. "It wasn't me."

Fang He froze.

Ji Chuxing bit through the last of her milk tablet with a crunch, opened the jar and tossed two more into her mouth. She held out her hand. "A hundred thousand yuan."

Fang He: "..."

In the end, Ji Chuxing not only received another card, but was also taken by Bo Yanchen to the best restaurant in South City for a meal.

She had gone to the restroom.

Remembering what had happened, Fang He said gravely, "Master, we've found out. It was them again, just as we thought."

The Bo Family was rife with internal strife. Bo Yanchen had come to South City to recuperate, but those people couldn't bear to see him doing well. Quite a few even wanted him to stay in South City forever.

What had happened just now was no accident.

Bo Yanchen was not surprised. He grunted in acknowledgment. "Throw him back to the Bo Family."

Fang He agreed.

He hesitated, wanting to speak.

Bo Yanchen was drinking tea. He lifted his eyelids slightly. "Speak."

Fang He was a little conflicted. "Miss Ji..."

That pull and tug just now had shown him that Miss Ji, who had returned from the countryside, was nothing like the ill-mannered, timid coward the rumors made her out to be.

Fang He's arm was still numb. Good grief, if he had been a weakling, his arm would have been ripped off.

Now he believed the little girl really might beat the master up.

Bo Yanchen said mildly, "Elder Ji's granddaughter—the Wen Family has taken a pearl for a fish eye."

"But the little girl is rather interesting."

The little girl Bo Yanchen had called rather interesting paused briefly after coming around the corner from the restroom.

Ji Chuxing blinked.

Across from South City's top hotel, in a seventeen-story building.

The sniper, dressed in black and wearing a baseball cap, had already trained his scope on the restaurant in the hotel building opposite.

He was just about to pull the trigger when he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

Nothing like this had ever happened to the sniper in his career.

His scalp tingled as he slowly turned his head and saw the person standing behind him.

Five minutes later, Ji Chuxing returned to the restaurant.

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow. "What took you so long?"

"Mm, I got lost."

Bo Yanchen laughed. "Do you have no sense of direction?"

Ji Chuxing gave Bo Yanchen a speechless look and said nothing.

Bo Yanchen chuckled and pushed the menu toward her. "Order."

And so, ten minutes later, the table was filled with twelve bottles of juice and dishes of sweet-and-sour ribs, sweet-and-sour fish, sweet-and-sour pork tenderloin... There was even a bowl of osmanthus rock sugar and a tub of ice cream.

Bo Yanchen didn't know where to start.

The little girl slurped her orange juice and ate with great relish.

That evening, Bo Yanchen took the little girl back to his apartment in South City. Fang He carried a big bag of jelly and a large jar of milk tablets, bought at the supermarket ten minutes earlier.

Fang He looked a little aggrieved, but he said nothing.

Ji Chuxing carried a cup of jelly, scooping it out with a little spoon as she walked back. She had originally wanted to stay at a hotel, but a hotel cost six hundred yuan a night!

She decisively came back with Bo Yanchen.

Once the jelly went into the fridge, Ji Chuxing promptly grabbed several bags back out: four in all, one for each flavor.

Bo Yanchen wheeled himself over and pressed a hand to his brow. "You can't eat any more tonight. It's bad for your teeth."

Ji Chuxing wouldn't let go.

She just stared at Bo Yanchen, her lips pouting enough to hang two buckets of oil from them.

Bo Yanchen was helpless. Unable to bear seeing the little girl look so pitiful, he compromised. "Then you can only have one."

"Three!" Ji Chuxing bargained.

"Two."

Ji Chuxing promptly kept two bags and tossed the rest back into the fridge. She sprawled on the sofa in a Ge You slouch, noisily sucking down her jelly.

Although Fang He seemed to have gotten used to it, he was still stunned, as though he had seen a ghost.

Bo Yanchen sighed. He had actually fallen for the little girl's trick.

Late at night, in the study.

Bo Yanchen was on the phone. He frowned. "No traces were found at the scene?"

The person on the other end exclaimed, "Damn, Second Master, you have no idea. Even I was dumbfounded! By the time I got there, the sniper was already dead on the ground, but there wasn't even a footprint at the scene. If I hadn't found a needle hole in an acupuncture point on his neck, I'd have thought he dropped dead from watching you day and night!"

Bo Yanchen pressed his thin lips together and said nothing.

"But..." Wei Xingzhou found it a little hard to explain.

"Speak."

On the other end of the phone, Wei Xingzhou scratched the back of his head. "I get the feeling that bastard was robbed. His gun was gone, and there wasn't a single valuable left on him. Even the ring on his hand was forcibly yanked off."

Recalling the sniper's wretched state when he had arrived, Wei Xingzhou couldn't help feeling a toothache coming on.

Who on earth was it? Had they been there to attack him or rob him?

The image of the little girl as a money-grubber flashed through Bo Yanchen's mind, but he shook his head helplessly.

The person on the other end also found the matter strange. "What do you think happened?"

Bo Yanchen said, "Keep investigating."

"Oh," Wei Xingzhou answered, sounding a little flippant. "But I heard you went out today and picked up a little girl. Is our Second Master Bo's iron tree finally going to bloom?"

Bo Yanchen said mildly, "She's Elder Ji's granddaughter."

"What Elder Ji..." Wei Xingzhou had barely started speaking when he realized. "You mean the little girl the Wen Family brought back? Damn, Master Bo, I think she's underage! Aren't you being too much of a beast?!"

Bo Yanchen frowned and sneered. "Put away those beastly thoughts of yours. The little girl has no one to protect her. She's Elder Ji's granddaughter. How could I stand by and do nothing?"

Wei Xingzhou: ...Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh!

Like hell he believed that. Since when had this master been so kindhearted?

At that moment, the little girl Second Master Bo had said had no one looking after her had finished bathing and was lying lazily on the bed.

Ji Chuxing pulled her schoolbag over and took out tonight's spoils.

It was a small silenced gun.

She pursed her lips, a little disdainful. This thing couldn't compare to the rejects in her laboratory.

Still, she sighed softly. "It's better than nothing."

Satisfied, she put it back in her schoolbag, then took out the two bank cards she had swindled today, along with the various valuable trinkets in a small cloth bag. They were also part of today's spoils.

She would find time tomorrow to sell them!

She smiled, her eyes curving with contentment.

But when she remembered the five hundred yuan she had left at the Wen Family's place, her heart ached so much that she wanted to go get it back immediately.

It was late at night. The girl yawned, her eyes growing misty.

How annoying. This body was too weak, and she had to go to bed early, or she might really drop dead.

But... remembering something, the girl suddenly jumped out of bed and quietly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dimly lit, and the house was silent. She tiptoed carefully toward the kitchen.

Half a minute later, the girl ran back to her room, clutching several bags of jelly to her chest.