Zhao Yan rubbed her temples, this was quite a mess.
"Sister, can you help carry Brother Jing inside? I'm worried he'll catch a chill on the floor," Xiao Wan said.
Zhao Yan: "Okay!"
She walked over to Zhou Jing's side, grabbed him by the back of his clothes, and like a little chick, carried him into the room.
She laid him down on the bed.
Clapping her hands, Zhao Yan walked downstairs.
"Go on up. I hope after tonight, you can leave him. Please don't stay by his side, or he won't be able to bear your yin energy," Zhao Yan said softly.
"Thank you, sister," Xiao Wan floated upstairs.
Zhao Yan glanced at her, pulled over a small stool, and continued to finish the unfinished talismans.
"Xinxin, let's sleep on the floor downstairs tonight," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin nodded, "Sleeping on the floor downstairs is fine too. We can also watch the moon outside."
"Sister Zhao, don't you think Zhou Jing's feelings are quite romantic?"
Zhao Yan reached out and placed her hand on Wu Jiaxin's forehead, "Are you crazy? What's romantic about this kind of feeling?"
Wu Jiaxin made a makeshift bed, and Zhao Yan, after drawing several talismans, sat on the stool lost in thought. She was waiting for Xiao Wan, so she hadn't slept at all.
At six in the morning, Xiao Wan floated out from the second floor. Zhao Yan took Xiao Wan and they headed to the bus stop.
According to Xiao Wan, this bus had been stuck here since the car accident.
The souls inside the bus couldn't escape; they were all trapped.
What might be a huge problem for them was not an issue for Zhao Yan.
After more than an hour, Zhao Yan finally helped them pass on, allowing them to leave this place.
The more than twenty ghosts in the bus waved goodbye to Zhao Yan in unison.
"Safe travels," Zhao Yan waved back.
Seeing Xiao Wan smile at her, she felt a little relieved.
"May you be reborn as a human in your next life, perhaps you can continue your fated connection."
"At that time, you'll be 20, and he'll be 46."
"Damn it, forget it then. Just forget him," Zhao Yan waved goodbye to Xiao Wan.
As Xiao Wan was leaving, she said thank you to Zhao Yan, and her form slowly disappeared like mist.
Passersby nearby thought Zhao Yan was crazy, shouting at empty air.
"You were born before me, and when I was born, you were already old," Zhao Yan murmured softly, then rode her electric bike back to the shop.
She hadn't slept at all that night.
It was almost eight o'clock. Wu Jiaxin was sitting at the table, tinkering with something on the computer.
"Sister Zhao, you're back," Wu Jiaxin said.
Zhao Yan hummed in acknowledgment, "Has Zhou Jing woken up yet?"
"He's awake. He's in the bathroom taking a shower," Wu Jiaxin pointed towards the bathroom.
After about seven or eight minutes, Zhou Jing came over.
Judging by his expression, he seemed unusually calm.
"Thank you for last night, Sister Zhao," Zhou Jing said gratefully. "How much do I owe you?"
"I used three talismans, three thousand yuan," Zhao Yan replied.
Actually, she had used four, with one used on Xiao Wan.
Never mind, buy three get one free.
Zhao Yan opened her Alipay QR code.
"Alipay transfer of ten thousand yuan received."
Before Zhao Yan could even ask in confusion, Zhou Jing spoke first, "Sister Zhao, you can handle the rest of the money yourself. You can donate it, or buy other things."
"I'm leaving now, Sister Zhao."
Zhou Jing quickly left the shop entrance. Zhao Yan chased after him, but he ducked into a small alley and disappeared.
Zhao Yan was a bit bewildered. After a moment's thought, she said to Wu Jiaxin, "Alright, Xinxin, open up one of those animal rescue shelters and donate this seven thousand yuan. Use Zhou Jing's name."
"Okay, I understand."
Zhao Yan transferred seven thousand yuan to Wu Jiaxin.
"Also, see if there are any other jobs we can take. Make a statistical survey, and I'll go rest for a bit."
"Sister Zhao, why don't you rest today? You look very tired," Wu Jiaxin said with concern.
Zhao Yan waved her hand, "I'm not tired. While we can still earn money, we need to hustle."
"Then I'll take a look." Wu Jiaxin replied.
"Mmm, thank you for your hard work." With that, Zhao Yan went upstairs to rest.
Wu Jiaxin changed the bedsheets and duvet to new ones.
She slept until past seven in the evening before waking up.
She walked down the stairs and sat at the table, typing on the computer while writing something.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Wu Jiaxin turned around and said.
"We've received many private messages from people needing help. I've filtered out those that seem unreliable, and also excluded those far away. Focusing on people within Jiangcheng city, after sifting through them, I've found one suitable candidate for now."
"Sister Zhao, should we take on this case?"
Zhao Yan washed her face, wiped the hair from her forehead, and took Wu Jiaxin's notebook.
Wu Jiaxin's handwriting was quite good; she had written a lot in the notebook.
"Jiang Linmin, lives in Liushi Community, Jiangcheng City. Age forty-two..."
Reading up to this point, Zhao Yan looked at Wu Jiaxin, "Is that all? Just this much information?"
Wu Jiaxin: "That's all the information I have. She wants to meet face-to-face and doesn't want to discuss her family matters online. She's also afraid of not explaining things clearly online."
"Her tone of voice was very sincere."
"I think she's genuinely in trouble, unlike others who sound like they're making things up."
Zhao Yan took out her phone, opened the map, and entered the address. It wasn't too far from her, only about three kilometers away.
"Ask her to pick a place to meet. I'll go buy some beef noodle soup, and then we'll go."
Wu Jiaxin said, "Okay."
By the time Zhao Yan bought the beef noodle soup, Wu Jiaxin had already communicated with the client.
After finishing the beef noodle soup, she took Wu Jiaxin to the designated location.
They arrived at a coffee shop.
Wu Jiaxin said, "This is the place, Sister Zhao. She said she wants to meet us here."
"This is her photo."
Zhao Yan glanced at it. She couldn't tell she was 42 years old; she dressed very young.
Upon entering, led by a staff member, she walked into a private room and saw Jiang Linmin.
Compared to the photo, Jiang Linmin looked even younger, giving the impression of being only in her early thirties.
She was dressed like a wealthy lady.
"Hello, Master Zhao," Jiang Linmin stood up and extended her hand to shake Zhao Yan's.
Zhao Yan looked around. Judging by the decor of the shop, if it weren't for a client meeting, she wouldn't have come here.
Looking at the price list, a small cup of coffee cost several hundred yuan.
Since she was here, she decided to order a cup and try it.
After drinking it, Zhao Yan didn't feel that it was particularly expensive.
She put down her coffee and asked Jiang Linmin, "What exactly is the matter?"
Jiang Linmin took a sip of her coffee and said, "Recently, I've been dreaming about my deceased mother-in-law."