Fang Mu dried his hair while Qiao Jiuyin wiped her body.
Suddenly, Fang Mu casually said, “Xiao Sheng, do you still remember the boy who used to fervently pursue your sister?”
Qiao Jiuyin suddenly gripped the towel tightly.
An unnatural expression appeared on her face, but she quickly hid it.
“Li Kui? I remember him. What’s wrong?”
Fang Mu answered, “I met him when I got home tonight.”
Qiao Jiuyin panicked and anxiously asked, “He looked for you?”
“Yes. He said there were some things he wanted me to know.”
Qiao Jiuyin’s fingers, which were holding the towel, started to turn white.
Her chest became stuffy, but her heart beat so fast that it seemed scary. She silently gulped and pretended to be indifferent as she asked, “What did he tell you?”
Fang Mu glanced at her and said, “I don’t know either. I only remember him telling me to be careful of the people around me. He said that they’re different people from the same side. However, I was in a hurry to go home and didn’t listen to his nonsense.”
Qiao Jiuyin’s heart followed Fang Mu’s words.
“Oh, that boy has always been crazy. After Sister died, his mental state became poor. Don’t bother about a lunatic’s words.” As if she were worried, Qiao Jiuyin reminded Fang Mu. “Don’t pay attention to him when you see him in the future.”
Fang Mu nodded. “Okay.”
The conversation ended there, and the two of them fell asleep.
The next day, Fang Mu went to work as usual.
Not long after he left, Qiao Jiuyin woke up.
She drove alone to an old residential area. Lowering her cap, she looked around and walked into one of the buildings. She had to knock on the door of one of the houses seven times before the door opened.
An old lady with a head of white hair stood behind the door. She glanced at Qiao Jiuyin and asked, “Where are the guests from?”
Qiao Jiuyin said, “Doctor, the guest is coming from outside.”
The old lady came to open the door and said, “Please come in.”
Qiao Jiuyin walked into the house. The exaggerated mask and strange runes hanging on the wall stunned her.
“Please take a seat.”
The old lady pointed to a futon.
Qiao Jiuyin knelt on the meditation cushion.
The old lady sat down opposite her.
Qiao Jiuyin observed this old lady, feeling very uncertain. She had heard from someone on the witchcraft web that this old lady was a very famous witch doctor in contemporary witchcraft. Since she was both good and evil, the witch doctor group disliked her.
Not minding Qiao Jiuyin observing her, the witch asked, “Customer, what do you want to know?”
Qiao Jiuyin sat upright and asked, “I heard that you’re very good at influencing the mind. I… want to ask for a favor.”
The witch narrowed her eyes and looked at her, saying nothing.
Qiao Jiuyin opened her bag and took out a stack of money. She pushed the stack to the witch’s side.
The witch smiled, but said, “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what do you want?”
The witch strangely smiled. She stared at Qiao Jiuyin’s stomach and revealed a look of determination. “I want the child in your stomach.”
Qiao Jiuyin’s expression changed.
“No!” She got up to leave.
The witch added, “You misunderstood me. I don’t want it now. When they’re born, I’ll acknowledge them as my godsons.”
Qiao Jiuyin was stunned for a moment. She then asked, “Them?”
“Miss is pregnant with twins. If not ‘them,’ then what?”
Qiao Jiuyin’s expression changed.
In the end, she sat back.
“Just acknowledge them as your godsons?” she asked with doubts.
The witch nodded.
Qiao Jiuyin heaved a sigh of relief.