Dao Xuzi was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "You’re good in every aspect, girl, but sometimes you’re too mercenary—and that’s not good."
"As long as my Gu Qingheng thinks it’s fine, that’s all that matters." Yang Ruxin said, glancing sideways at Dao Xuzi, "Besides, if I weren’t mercenary, where would you get so much good food every day? Or perhaps..."
"Girl, being mercenary is good, oh yes." Dao Xuzi quickly turned serious as he looked at Yang Ruxin, "Being mercenary is being true to oneself." He even gave a thumbs up as he spoke.
Xiaobai rolled its eyes and then scratched at them with a paw, unable to stand it anymore. Old man, you’re a renowned figure in the martial world, shouldn’t you have some principles?
Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but snicker, "Let’s get to the main topic, how much do you usually charge for a consultation?"
"I’ve told you, that’s an insult to me." Dao Xuzi suddenly got ruffled, "I, the old man, am sought after by people bearing gold and silver... But... after I take the money, I usually spend it all, because those poor people don’t have any... Heihei..."
"Hehe, Master, I didn’t expect you to be a philanthropist." Yang Ruxin laughed.
"Heihei, so you see, your Master is also broke." Dao Xuzi ended, somewhat sheepishly touching his nose.
Yang Ruxin could only roll her eyes in speechless response.
"You’re not thinking of using my reputation to swindle people, are you?" Dao Xuzi suddenly lowered his voice.
"Can’t you watch your words?" Yang Ruxin glared, "Uncle Xiaowu has been working like an ox and horse for them, and now that he’s sick, shouldn’t they pay up? If I don’t ask for it now, once Uncle Xiaowu goes back, he will surely be exploited even more. After all, if something goes wrong, they have me to fall back on. I don’t mind taking care of Uncle Xiaowu, but why should those people have it easy?"
"You have a point." Dao Xuzi hurriedly nodded, "Whatever you do is right."
Yang Ruxin let out a snicker, "Hurry up and prepare some medicine for Uncle Xiaowu, I need to make a trip to the old house." And with that, she walked outside.
"Xinxin, how is Uncle Xiaowu doing?" Just as she stepped out of the gate, she saw Gu Qingheng being wheeled back by Gu Yao.
"He’s fine." Yang Ruxin smiled, "But I need to take a leave of absence for Uncle Xiaowu; he won’t be able to work like an ox and horse for them for the next ten days or half a month."
Gu Qingheng laughed, "Let Ayao accompany you."
"No need." Yang Ruxin shook her head, "They can’t trouble me." Saying this, she waved her hand and walked toward the village.
The banquet by the stream was still going on, so the village was not very crowded.
Just as she entered the village, she saw Yang Rusong coming her way.
"Xinxin..." Yang Ruxin quickly stepped forward to meet Yang Rusong, "I..."
"Say whatever you have to say or fart if you need to." Yang Ruxin had no patience left.
"I wanted to say thank you." Yang Rusong too had a lot to think about after he came back, and finally decided to talk to Yang Ruxin, mainly to thank her for not completely turning on him, and also, he was hoping to reconcile with this cousin—perhaps if she were willing to help him, his future prospects would be smoother? Thinking this, he left the village, but he didn’t expect to bump into her halfway there.
"Thank you?" Yang Ruxin scoffed, "Yang Rusong, do you deserve it? To be honest, I now regret having spared you..."
"You..." Yang Rusong involuntarily took a few steps back.
"I used to think you were just spoiled by your family, a bit pretentious, that’s all, but now I see you’re downright selfish and cold-hearted, your heart is black." Yang Ruxin closed in on Yang Rusong, "Don’t say you didn’t know, how many meals has Uncle Xiaowu missed at home? Did you ever care?"