Chapter 163: After the Wealthy Lady Went Bankrupt – 6

While Ren Xin was busy brainwashing him, she nimbly accepted the transfer. She still took a moment to tell Mo Qiuyang, “In the future, just transfer it to me directly. The withdrawal fees on this app are ridiculously expensive.”

Seeing that the road ahead was clear, Ren Xin pulled out her travel sleep kit, preparing to catch some shut-eye.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiuyang reached out his hand, indicating he wanted one too.

Ren Xin refused. “I do have a spare set, but I’m saving that for the return trip. I can’t give it to you.”

“WeChat Pay received: Ten Thousand Yuan.”

“I’ll buy you a new one once we reach our destination.”

Ren Xin compromised immediately. A buy-one-get-one-free set that cost ninety-nine yuan had just been sold for a premium. If she had known, she would have brought a few more sets. From the looks of it, Zhan Tian was also a spendthrift sucker.

Zhan Tian: “???” Who was backstabbing him?

After driving for another eight hours, the group decided to find a service area to grab a bite to eat and freshen up.

Mo Qiuyang was not short on cash; he booked several rooms at the service area just so everyone could take a shower.

Since she was getting a free ride and free perks, Ren Xin didn’t have a single complaint.

After driving for another two days and nights, they finally arrived. Ren Xin had secretly asked Zhan Tian why they didn’t just charter a flight.

“Brother Mo doesn’t fly.”

Understood. Just another eccentric quirk that came with being rich.

“Then why didn’t you let the people following behind just fly there themselves?”

Zhan Tian was speechless. Could he really say that everyone was so bored out of their minds that they wanted a spontaneous road trip?

Ren Xin understood again. Every rich person needed a few dim-witted lackeys around them.

Seeing Ren Xin’s cryptic smile, Zhan Tian scratched his head. Had Sister Ren calculated something again?

Ren Xin was dropped off at a hotel, and then everyone else left. Mo Qiuyang gave her a brief instruction: “Don’t wander off. Keep your phone on. Be ready to move at any time.”

Fine, whatever the benefactor says goes!

Book Spirit Number One: “Shen Shen, I feel like this guy isn’t simple!”

Ren Xin snorted coldly. “How could he be simple? Who knows which immortal’s precious son descended to the mortal realm to enjoy life. He must have accumulated a massive amount of merit in his past lives to have this kind of luck.”

“Shen Shen, we don’t need to envy him. Sooner or later, you’ll lose all that ‘lack of merit’ of yours again.”

Ren Xin: “…”

At midnight, Ren Xin wanted to curse after receiving a phone call. Were these people sick? Why did they have to move in the middle of the night? Had they read too many tomb-robbing novels?

Ren Xin got into the car with a heavy dose of morning grumpiness, radiating an aura that screamed: “Don’t mess with me, or I’ll kill you!”

There was a new group of people in the car. This time, Ren Xin didn’t feel like getting to know them, but someone just had to go out of their way to provoke her.

A sleazy-looking man asked in a frivolous tone, “I heard your fortunes are very accurate? Why don’t you read mine?”

Ren Xin shot him a sidelong glance. “You’re impotent.”

The sleazy man: “…”

The other two people in the car burst out laughing. “Zhang Ai, didn’t you say you could handle two women a night? Don’t tell us you were lying.”

Zhang Ai grew angry and said sharply, “What the hell are you talking about? I’m plenty capable!”

Ren Xin gave him a look of pity. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Zhang Ai: “…” No, wait, shouldn’t you say a bit more to explain yourself!

Ren Xin stopped talking and stared silently at the darkness outside the window.

No one spoke for the rest of the journey. Once they reached their destination, the car could no longer proceed. They had to continue on foot just as dawn was beginning to break.

Everyone got out of the cars to pack their gear. A few elderly men dressed in strange attire were huddled together, whispering among themselves.

Book Spirit Number One planned to go over and eavesdrop, and Ren Xin didn’t stop it.

There was another team consisting of two middle-aged men leading several college students who had innocent looks in their eyes. If she wasn’t mistaken, the people behind them were either martial artists or special forces.

Book Spirit Number One returned. “Ren Xin, I’ve got it. They’re here to snatch our job. These guys are ‘Heavenly Masters’ from various sects—North, South, East, and West. Maybe Mo Qiuyang thinks you’re unreliable, so he hired some professionals overnight.”

Upon hearing this, Ren Xin fumed with annoyance. Who were they looking down on?

At that moment, she resolved to be an “Ambitious Ginseng” and show everyone what she was truly capable of.