The Request of Fate
In the past few days, Gong Tingyan seized the opportunity to prepare to control Xia Zhihuai.
He subtly warned him about his absence from the investor’s dinner, implying the consequences.
Gong Tingyan didn’t regard Xia Zhihuai highly, after all, in the eyes of capitalists, no matter how popular Xia Zhihuai’s influence may be, he is merely an artist without any influential background.
If the capitalists target him, Xia Zhihuai’s fall from grace would only take a few months, and he would disappear from all platforms. At that time, he would have to come back and beg Gong Tingyan.
Xu Wei returned specifically to handle this matter.
He was truly fed up with Gong Tingyan, who lived a pampered and arrogant life.
…
Xu Wei carried Wanwan and approached the Xingchen Entertainment building.
The receptionist, upon seeing Xu Wei, immediately put down her mirror and powder compact, standing upright to greet him respectfully, “Hello, Mr. Xu.”
“Is Mr. Gong in the company today?”
“He is, he’s in his office.”
“Mr. Xu, Miss Song is also here today,” the receptionist reminded Xu Wei in a low voice.
Xu Wei’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. With one hand supporting Wanwan’s little bottom, he walked to the elevator and pressed the button.
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Wanwan lay on Xu Wei’s shoulder, her eyes spinning as she observed the unfamiliar surroundings.
The mortal world was truly different from the immortal realm.
There were many small cars speeding on the roads, and the buildings were exceptionally tall.
The architectural style of the building her big brother brought her to was cold and rigid, making her feel a bit uncomfortable.
She still preferred the buildings in Heavenly Realm, with their red gates, green tiles, and golden roofs, as well as the multi-eaved small pavilions enveloped in mist and clouds.
Walking through the buildings in Heavenly Realm made her feel at ease and comfortable.
“Wanwan, I have some work to attend to later. You can stay in my office, and I’ll have my assistant Little Fang come to take care of you, alright?”
Wanwan obediently nodded, “Big brother can go to work, I can take care of myself.”
Xu Wei chuckled softly, and after entering the elevator, he went directly to the top floor where the general manager’s office was located.
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Xu Wei assigned Little Fang as the caretaker for Wanwan.
Little Fang appeared spirited and amiable. They wandered around the company for a while, collecting many snacks, and then happily returned to the office.
After Wanwan had eaten full and drank enough, she flopped onto the sofa like a lazy fish.
She gazed at the enormous transparent window, watching the soft clouds slowly drifting by. In her mind, images of the thin-skinned and large-filled dumplings she had for breakfast and the pink cotton candy her brother Xu Wei bought for her as a reward at noon emerged.
Lost in her thoughts, she felt a slight itch on her head, as if something was about to sprout from beneath her scalp.
She reached up and touched her head, feeling a small, hard object.
It seemed like…
Wanwan suddenly widened her eyes, placing both hands on her head in disbelief.
Could it be that she was about to grow a little peach blossom again?
In Heavenly Realm, Little Phoenix used to pluck the peach blossoms from her head, and in the midst of a dispute with the little brain tiger, accidentally knocked her into the reincarnation pool.
Could it be that even as a human, she would sprout little peach blossoms on her head???
The baby was shocked.
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Little Fang sat on the edge of the sofa, typing work messages on his phone.
Wanwan couldn’t understand, and not wanting to scratch her scalp until it bled, she had to find a way to divert her attention.
She flipped over and sat up from the sofa, leaning towards Little Fang’s leg, staring curiously at the phone in his palm.
“Little Fang, Little Fang, can I play with the thing in your hand?”
After finishing his message, Little Fang smiled kindly, “Hmm, Wanwan, you want to play with the phone?”
“Can I, Little Fang?”
Little Fang hesitated, “You can take a look, but you can’t play with it too often. Children who frequently use phones may develop nearsightedness.”
Wanwan stared at him in astonishment.
Upon further reflection, Little Fang felt that her worries were unnecessary.
Her eyes should not be nearsighted because since this morning, she had sensed a faint spiritual energy circulating within her body.
In the future, this spiritual energy would gradually eliminate any ailments and illnesses within her.
Therefore, nearsightedness was impossible!
Today, she had a fever because her body had been severely injured before she entered this body, and her spiritual energy had not yet fully nourished her body.
But in time, her body would become stronger, and she would no longer need to go to the hospital for injections.
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“Little Fang, I’m so bored,” she said.
Little Fang also felt a bit troubled. After scratching her head for a moment, she suggested, “How about I ask for Mr. Xu’s permission and take you to the children’s activity center in the mall nearby?”
Wanwan was tempted, but then she remembered that she had promised to wait for Mr. Xu in his office, and her excited mood instantly calmed down.
She shook her round little head and looked around the office.
“Forget it, I won’t go out. I’ll just play here.”
Little Fang didn’t quite understand her thought process. Although her face showed longing, her expression was conflicted. Finally, with a sigh, she reluctantly declined.
“Well then, if you want to go out, let me know.”
“But please don’t wander around alone. There are some difficult people in the company, and if you happen to run into them, they might bully you.”
Little Fang reminded her with concern.
Wanwan agreed and slipped off the sofa, walking towards a potted plant in the corner. She reached out and touched the trunk of the money tree.
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The money tree was a large potted plant, but the conditions in her big brother’s office were not very good, causing the money tree to grow weak and withered.
Not only were its branches and leaves sparse, but a few leaves fell with a gentle touch from her hand.
Wanwan pressed her little paw against the trunk, closed her eyes, and tried to channel her spiritual power into the money tree.
Slowly, she seemed to see the outline of the money tree in the darkness, as well as the veins within the trunk and leaves. The veins of the money tree were a sickly yellow-green color, appearing very unhealthy.
She only released a trace of spiritual power, and the white spiritual energy slowly circulated within the veins before returning to her body.
Whether it was her imagination or not, the spiritual energy that returned to her body after being absorbed and circulated through the money tree seemed purer.
Her palms began to warm up slowly, and her body became more comfortable.
The potted plant, soaked in spiritual energy, slowly regained vitality as the veins of its leaves visibly turned green.
Wanwan looked at the money tree, now lush and green, and gently touched it as if to soothe it.
The leaves near the top of her head trembled slightly and leaned against her, as if giving her a grateful hug.
…
Wanwan bent down to collect the fallen leaves from the ground, preparing to throw them into the trash can when she heard the voice of Siming in her mind.
“Little Fairy, are you there?”
Wanwan clutched the leaves, squatting in front of the flowerpot, and connected her consciousness to the peach wood branch.
Wanwan shook the branch of her physical body and answered in a sweet voice, “I’m here.”
Siming put away his command brush and held a jade slip in his hand. He spoke to the peach wood, “Little Fairy, do you remember what I told you before?”
Wanwan felt that Siming was being a bit long-winded.
Although she was only three thousand and five hundred years old, she was still a little fairy, and she didn’t forget what she had said just last night.
Siming obviously didn’t need her to answer; he just wanted to find an excuse to get to the point.
So he immediately added, “After returning last night, Little Fairy, you organized the records of the life fate of the Azure Dragon God in the mortal realm and transcribed them onto this jade slip.”
“You can store the jade slip in your physical body and inject your consciousness into it to access its contents.”
“Remember, don’t let the Azure Dragon God take the path of a major villain, or else Little Fairy, your fragile body and bones might not withstand his violent beating.”
Wanwan shook her head and discovered that there was indeed a jade slip in her sea of consciousness.
She sent a strand of her consciousness into it, and all the contents flooded into her mind.