ushernet Chapter 113: Thinking of Plants:
Chapter 113: Thinking of Plants:
After Shen Wuxiao’s subordinates entered the room, they really did take Ye Qingfeng’s body away this time. Watching Ye Qingfeng being carried out, Shen Wuxiao felt a tinge of regret.He suddenly remembered—he’d forgotten to have someone purify Ye Qingfeng after the resurrection. That could have earned him extra system points too!
A missed opportunity.
But every failure brings experience. Shen Wuxiao made a mental note—next time, don’t miss the details.
The era of Ye Qingfeng had ended in a flash.
Shen Wuxiao left the morgue and returned to Tuantuan’s ward. He wasn’t sure why, but maybe Ye Qingfeng couldn’t bear to leave his daughter behind and had taken her with him.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw the heart monitor going haywire. Medical staff immediately rushed to perform emergency procedures.
Shen Wuxiao simply sat down on a chair, calmly watching the situation unfold.
The electrocardiogram spiked and dropped like a volatile stock chart.
Up and down. Then, finally—flat.
Despite all the efforts, Tuantuan passed away within minutes.
The ECG went still. A flat line.
The medical staff slowly stopped. One by one, they removed their masks.
“Sir, we did all we could,” one of the doctors said.
Shen Wuxiao nodded. “Good… no, it’s fine. You did your best.”
“Life and death are up to fate. This child endured a lot. At least she passed without pain.”
Shen Wuxiao sighed. “Honestly, scenes like this still tug at my heartstrings… heh.”
Huang Luoyan covered her mouth, trying not to cry out loud. But tears, big as pearls, rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
She staggered to the bedside and stared at Tuantuan’s small, pale face.
That once lively and sweet child was now heartbreakingly quiet.
“Tuantuan…” Huang Luoyan had so much to say, but in that moment, no words would come. She could only hug Tuantuan’s body and sob.
The doctors left the room one after another, giving her space to grieve.
Jiang Huaiyue gave Shen Wuxiao a subtle glance and stepped outside.
Shen Wuxiao didn’t follow. He stayed seated, lit a cigarette, and watched the yearly tragic drama unfold in front of him.
…Oops.
He suddenly remembered something.
Since he’d already arranged for Ye Qingfeng to be cremated, he should’ve had father and daughter cremated together. That would’ve saved time and effort.
Oh well. No big deal. They’d just wait in line.
Shen Wuxiao considered himself a warmhearted man.
He stood, walked to Huang Luoyan’s side, and gently patted her shoulder.
“You poor woman—no, I mean, Miss Huang. The dead can’t come back. Please, don’t be too sad.”
“She’s already gone. Don’t let your grief hold her back.”
“If you cry too hard, you’ll block her path to reincarnation.”
“I once heard from a Taoist priest at Leizu Temple that if a soul gets confused during reincarnation, they turn into a ghost… and start eating crap.”
Upon hearing that, Huang Luoyan genuinely stopped crying.
Though her eyes were red and her body trembling, she was still quiet. It was honestly a pitiful sight.
If it weren’t for the context… this would be perverse.
She wiped her tears, but couldn’t stop them from flowing again.
Shen Wuxiao sighed and offered himself as a human pillow. “If you really need to cry, change places.”
After all, he was a warm guy—free hugs included.
Then he gently pulled Huang Luoyan into his arms.
She didn’t resist. She collapsed into him.
There were certain things unfit to be written, but at this moment, she didn’t even seem to notice.
A woman mourning the death of her “daughter” becomes very fragile.
Now held in Shen Wuxiao’s arms, she finally found a moment of safety.
She sobbed against his chest, weeping for all the pain she’d buried deep inside. Seven or eight minutes passed like this, soaking Shen Wuxiao’s shirt with tears.
Eventually, she cried herself to sleep.
She was truly exhausted.
From the moment she wrongly believed Shen Wuxiao had plans to harm her until now, she had barely slept—five hours at most.
Even the strongest person would collapse under that kind of pressure.
She lay in his arms, still with tears at the corners of her eyes.
Shen Wuxiao looked down and muttered, “You are… the strangest ‘enemy’ I’ve ever met.”
“You’ve tortured yourself until you’re a wreck, while that father and daughter are already in heaven, living it up.”
He picked her up.
Though she was light, her figure was curvy—very comfortable to hold.
Even in sleep, she instinctively curled into his embrace.
“She really is… damn beautiful. Better wait until she’s recovered before doing anything crazy. Otherwise, the ‘plants’ won’t survive.”
With her in his arms, Shen Wuxiao walked to another ward.
Once there, he placed Huang Luoyan gently on the bed and asked the doctor to give her an IV.
Her body was too weak.
Once she recovered, he’d personally “nourish” her with his own special nutrient solution… to make sure she could fully absorb it.
At the door, Jiang Huaiyue was leaning against the frame, a faint smile on her face.
“Someone’s getting interested,” she said teasingly.
Shen Wuxiao rubbed his chin. “Maybe, but I’m more interested in you.”
Jiang Huaiyue narrowed her eyes. She thought he was going to start his nonsense here in the hospital. “You rascal. Not here! Let’s go home first!”
Just as the two were about to leave, one of Shen Wuxiao’s men rushed in.
“Sir! A powerful master has arrived. He wants to see you!”
“A master?” Shen Wuxiao raised an eyebrow. “How powerful are we talking?”
“If he releases his aura, we’ll probably wet our pants!” the man said nervously.
“Really?” Shen Wuxiao was surprised. This was private territory. Outsiders shouldn’t be able to find their way in.
If someone could arrive here so accurately, they were likely one of their own.
“What does he look like?” he asked.
The man replied carefully, “He… well, he’s holding a lace handkerchief… wearing high heels… walks with a sway… wears lipstick…”
“Wait—is he a man or a woman?” Shen Wuxiao interrupted.
“I… I don’t know anymore…”
“Enough! I get it!” Shen Wuxiao raised a hand. “He’s one of us.”
As soon as he heard the description, he knew exactly who it was.
That old hermaphrodite.
A mid-to-lower-level expert from the Shen family.
Jiang Huaiyue relaxed when she heard that. “He’s one of us? Then it’s fine.”
She still looked puzzled. “Wu Xiao, who is this guy? Why does he sound so… odd?”
Shen Wuxiao smiled. “He’s called Uncle De. Technically a family elder, but… how do I put it? He’s neither male nor female.”
“Huh? Like someone who practiced the Exorcism Sword Manual or the Sunflower Manual?”
“Exactly like that!” Shen Wuxiao said with a helpless shrug.
“Well then, he must be powerful!”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t know. I used to spend all my time outside the clan. They always saw me as a kid, so I don’t even know what level they’re at.”
Shen Wuxiao had no intention of going to greet him personally. He sat down next to Jiang Huaiyue, still inside the ward.
Soon, the sound of high heels echoed down the hallway.
Click. Click.
In such a quiet place, it was oddly loud.
A figure soon appeared in the doorway.
Shen Wuxiao and Jiang Huaiyue looked over—and Jiang Huaiyue almost jumped in fright at the sight.