Chapter 133: Chapter 133: The Ancestor Visits General Fu’s Home
Fu Shiyan and Jiangli sat in the back row, neither idle. He asked Jiangli to read his face and inquired about some related matters.
“The Abbot mentioned before that my fate had been altered,” Fu Shiyan said, “Can it be changed back now?”
Jiangli replied, “I’ve mentioned this to President Fu before. Actually, you needn’t worry. It’s not so simple to change your fate. No matter what happens, you always manage to turn danger into safety. Didn’t you meet me the day before the car accident and successfully avoided that car explosion?”
Hearing this, Fu Shiyan nodded seriously, “In that case, the Abbot really is my benefactor.”
Jiangli was unreserved, “That’s not how you should put it. In fact, President Fu is also my benefactor. Helping you wasn’t for nothing. I hope that after this matter is settled, President Fu will keep his promise to share one-third of his luck with me.”
Fu Shiyan was quite interested, “Can luck be shared?”
“Ordinary people can’t do it, but I can.” Jiangli said with a mysterious smile, “But rest assured, President Fu, I won’t harm you. I’m just sharing some of your luck, but I will compensate you in another way.”
The memories of her severe injury 800 years ago had grown unclear for Jiangli.
But, in fact, this time she had forcibly exited her retreat.
Her memory was somewhat hazy, constantly reminding her that she seemed to have some important unfinished business.
So, as soon as she had a bit of energy, she had forcibly exited her retreat.
In reality, her cultivation base had not yet recovered to its peak.
Wanting to quickly improve her cultivation base, she could only seize others’ luck.
However, taking it was a method of evil cultivation.
Jiangli would not resort to that.
This was the reason she was moved when she first saw Fu Shiyan’s luck.
If it was a matter of cause and effect, after helping Fu Shiyan, taking some of his luck would naturally pose no problem.
It would not affect either her or Fu Shiyan.
However, it required the willing consent of both parties.
That’s why she said that Fu Shiyan was her benefactor.
If she could obtain some of Fu Shiyan’s shared luck and recover her lost Divine Sense, her memories and cultivation base could all return.
At that time, she would be able to remember what exactly happened 800 years ago.
“In that case, I entrust my affairs to the Abbot. Just as long as the matter is resolved, the Abbot can do as she pleases,” Fu Shiyan said as he looked at her, agreeing easily.
Jiangli was somewhat puzzled in her heart.
Ordinary people would usually be somewhat frightened at the thought of sharing their luck.
But Fu Shiyan agreed quite readily.
However, for her, this was a good thing.
Jiangli did not think too much about it, “President Fu, rest assured, I will definitely not let you down.”
Fu Shiyan smiled faintly, “Then I’ll leave it to the Abbot.”
His eyes were deep, his smile thick with hidden meaning.
Half an hour later, two cars stopped one after another in front of a large villa in the city.
This was a colonial-style villa, reportedly built by foreigners decades ago, with each house being very expensive.
It could almost be considered outrageously priced.
No sooner had Xia Xin gotten out of the car than he opened his mouth wide in amazement, large enough to fit an entire egg.
He pointed at the colonial house ahead, his voice starting to stammer.
“This, this is President Fu’s house…”
Looking around at the surroundings, he saw various government institutions, with numerous security measures nearby.
His thoughts sidetracked for a moment as he couldn’t help but think, living here must be very safe.
Who would dare cause trouble in this place?