I Got Together with the Goddess [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 97

Jiang Yiqing added the contact information of Ms. Zhao, the person in charge of the Qingnan Flower and Grass Market. Thinking it would be too much trouble to ask someone to specially make a bouquet for her, she decided to just choose a finished product from the friend circle updates. Upon opening the feed, she saw a notice posted by the other party stating that the entire flower market would cease operations the following month.

Why would this happen? Logically, flowers of such high quality shouldn’t have trouble finding buyers.

Jiang Yiqing sent a message: “Ms. Zhao, I saw your notice about closing down. What’s going on?”

A place with such spiritual aura—where even the cultivated flowers were full of vitality—wasn’t something one would give up easily.

“The land use rights were taken away by someone offering a high price,” Ms. Zhao replied. “The other party is powerful and influential. Even if I wanted to continue operating, I simply can’t. Ms. Jiang, I’m truly sorry to have shared such unpleasant news with you.”

“Why so sudden?”

“They hired a geomancy (Feng Shui) master who claimed that this location prospers ancestral businesses and descendants. They used both threats and inducements against me; I really had no choice.”

“I wonder if you believe in metaphysics, Ms. Zhao? The spiritual energy of this land is very vigorous. I’m afraid the other party targeted this location precisely because of that.”

Zhao Ya thought about it, and it was true. Her cultivation skills were only considered upper-middle among all flower growers, and she couldn’t compare to some of the large international floral giants. Yet, her flowers had an excellent reputation, gaining great traction domestically and receiving rave reviews from international clients who specifically requested her blooms.

Zhao Ya had always attributed this to good luck, but how could things in this world be explained by the word “luck” alone?

Now that someone else had their eye on the land, Zhao Ya had felt she should avoid the conflict; she thought moving her operations elsewhere might be acceptable. But hearing Jiang Yiqing say this, she realized that she absolutely could not let go of the Qingnan land. If she lost this site, she would lose the trust of most of her clients.

Even if old customers continued to buy from her or comforted her by saying the flowers were as good as before, Zhao Ya could not accept bringing inferior products to her clients, nor could she bear the disappointed looks in their eyes.

Since she chose to grow flowers, she had to grow the best.

“Ms. Jiang, then what should I do? Should I file a lawsuit?” Zhao Ya asked blankly.

Jiang Yiqing was merely a client and an online acquaintance who had never even met her in person. She herself knew almost nothing about the laws of this world and didn’t dare speak recklessly. However, she sensed Zhao Ya’s trust in her, discussing such a significant matter with her. So, she said: “Sister Zhao, if you don’t think I’m bluffing, you should fight the lawsuit and must keep the Qingnan land.”

“But my operating rights are indeed nearing expiration. When they start bidding up the price, I will definitely lose. Moreover, the other party might retaliate in the shadows, affecting my future career and life.”

“…”

“Sigh, I started from nothing and worked my way up to today. Unfortunately, being a flower grower means being a farmer; I haven’t learned much about business or law, and I have no powerful weapons to fight against injustice.”

“How about this, Sister Zhao,” Jiang Yiqing said. “My aunt is an expert in this field. She runs a multinational legal consulting firm, though her main business is real estate investment. If you trust me, go and consult with her.”

Zhao Ya was a bit confused. If that land was truly that good, then why was Jiang Yiqing saying this…? However, she quickly suppressed the thought. How could Ms. Jiang be like those greedy people? Even if she couldn’t keep the land on her own, she should cooperate with Ms. Jiang’s people rather than bow to those who came to rob her.

“Alright, thank you so much, Ms. Jiang.”

Jiang Yiqing had only just added Luo Shu as a contact and had already found her a client. However, she wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing or if she was causing trouble for her aunt. She immediately sent a message as if apologizing: Aunt Luo, I have a friend here with a land title issue who wants to consult with you. Sorry to bother you.

Luo Shu, despite being so busy, actually replied to her, saying: “Just have her find me.”

After acting as the intermediary, Jiang Yiqing sent another message to Luo Shuyu, saying: “There is some legal trouble regarding Qingnan, so I introduced Ms. Zhao to Auntie.”

Luo Shuyu was very clever and immediately realized what was happening. She said: “Since she’s asking for our help, we might as well let Luo Real Estate manage that land. Ms. Zhao can continue her operations.”

“You can do that?!” Knowing the Luo family was rich, she hadn’t realized they were this rich.

“It just so happens that the land is rich in spiritual energy. It can provide a continuous stream of earthly aura to this villa, neutralizing the surrounding resentment,” Luo Shuyu said. “Not only that—”

“There’s more?”

“Yiqing, I know you can absorb the spiritual energy from flowers. This is the same logic as making money. Why rely on manual collection when you can have spiritual energy delivered automatically? You can just lie there, and there will be a steady stream of spiritual fragments coming in. Isn’t that better?”

“…” It was preposterous and unheard of. Jiang Yiqing hadn’t expected it could be done this way. She had planned to accumulate fragments slowly herself, but according to Luo Shuyu, finding a piece of spiritually rich land could continuously feed her energy. Was this kind of practice a bit too much?

Could she really take the spiritual energy of that land for herself?

“Is that… allowed?”

“As long as the spiritual energy forms a cycle, there’s no problem at all,” Luo Shuyu said. “I can help you achieve that. The way of survival in this world—is it not just plunder and regeneration?”

Jiang Yiqing never would have thought that the seemingly gentle but internally cold and brilliantly sharp Luo Shuyu would say such a thing to her.

She also hadn’t expected that the metaphysical master in her heart was also an expert in worldly affairs.

Most importantly, Jiang Yiqing hadn’t even thought of doing this herself. Luo Shuyu was clearly planning for her benefit.

Luo Shuyu could have remained detached from the world, standing at the peak of society and watching the common folk struggle and scramble with cold eyes. Yet, for her sake, she was willing to step into this bustling red dust.

“I thought people who became metaphysical masters were all detached from worldly affairs; I even felt you were quite cold. Humph, as it turns out, a powerful woman like Aunt Luo wouldn’t raise a daughter who knows nothing of the world.” Jiang Yiqing didn’t know how to express her touched feelings, so she spoke teasingly instead.

“Detached from worldly affairs?” Luo Shuyu laughed. Jiang Yiqing had never seen her with such a questioning attitude—thankfully, it wasn’t directed at her. “Just because one studies metaphysics doesn’t mean they aren’t ‘vulgar.’ But you are right; if it weren’t for my mother’s request and the friendship between our two families, I wouldn’t have bothered with this.”

“I still can’t believe I should be the one to get such a good deal,” Jiang Yiqing said. “But Sister Luo, since you are willing to help me like this, I accept your kindness.”

Luo Shuyu had seen many people who felt they deserved the best, using requests to demand more or even threatening her to help them seize auspicious opportunities. The heart of a man is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant. But she had never seen someone like Jiang Yiqing, who believed she shouldn’t receive. The terror of seeing ghosts, the sadness of not being understood by the world, the doctor saying she didn’t cry out once during the treatment of her fracture, and the current looming catastrophe of her birthday… even toward the ghosts that had harmed her, she could maintain a broad-minded magnanimity. Luo Shuyu simply could not let go of such a clear and exquisite soul.

“Isn’t your twenty-second birthday coming up? My mom told you to make a wish. Santa Claus is someone who can fulfill any wish—why not try?”

“If I really have to make a wish, I hope my family will be safe and happy for a lifetime, and I hope Aunt Luo and you, Sister Luo, will both be well. Truly. I hope you can all be happy.”

“You might as well make that wish to me. Isn’t this my old profession? Do you really think I can’t remove misfortune from those around me and leave behind luck?” Luo Shuyu countered.

“Alright.” Did Luo Shuyu want her to accept? Her family certainly wanted her to pass the tribulation safely. Then she would take it. Jiang Yiqing suddenly understood. She said: “…I’ll tell Aunt Luo.”

Zhao Ya could continue growing flowers, the Luo family could profit from the investment, and she could use it to dispel the influence of the cursed handprint while obtaining a continuous supply of spiritual fragments. It was a win-win situation for everyone.

Jiang Yiqing told Luo Shu her wish, and Luo Shu said: “Leave it to me. I will definitely help our precious Yiqing fulfill her wish. By the way, Shuyu didn’t bully you, did she?”

Not only had she not, but Luo Shuyu had also been so good to her that Jiang Yiqing didn’t know how to respond.

“Shuyu has a strange temper. To those close to her, she is good to the point of having no bottom line; but to others, she is extremely indifferent. If you feel she is ignoring you, she must be testing you. Yiqing, I also have a small request—you two must stay on good terms.”

Although Luo Shu didn’t say it explicitly, Jiang Yiqing could hear that she seemed to think it was very difficult for Luo Shuyu to find a suitable partner.

Strange. How could someone like Luo Shuyu lack candidates for marriage?

Puzzled, Jiang Yiqing simply asked Luo Shuyu: “Why did you choose me as your fiancé?”

The afternoon sunlight poured into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the table, the yellow dancing-lady orchids stretched their branches. The two of them occupied opposite corners of the sofa.

“Do you really want to know?” It wasn’t that Luo Shuyu was afraid Jiang Yiqing wouldn’t want to be with her after knowing; rather, she was afraid that after knowing, Jiang Yiqing would be with her out of some mysterious sense of pity.

To Luo Shuyu, pity was a form of humiliation.

“Don’t tell me it really was because of some fortune-telling that said we’re a match made in heaven, and it was decided just like that?”

“Do you think that’s inappropriate?” Luo Shuyu asked, her brow slightly arched. She felt a sense of uncontrollability regarding Jiang Yiqing’s attitude, which shifted between avoidance and boldness. However, she didn’t know how to break the stalemate either.

Luo Shuyu had originally intended to meet Jiang Yiqing first and then consider whether they could date. If they could, she would then examine if they were compatible and if they could stay together in the long run. But now, she wanted to enter the dating phase as quickly as possible to conduct further observation. However—she was stuck at this step.

“There are surely many people in the world with the same Eight Characters.”

“It’s not just the Eight Characters; it’s also based on the location of your birth and the distribution of the stars at that time. Such a person is unique in this world,” Luo Shuyu said. “I am a person who believes in metaphysics and teaches metaphysics. If my expertise tells me that one person is the most suitable, why should I look for anyone else?”

Was she confessing? Jiang Yiqing was stunned. She felt as if she were being flirted with, yet she feared her reaction would be too exaggerated and make Luo Shuyu laugh at her. She didn’t want Luo Shuyu to coldly watch her fall, only to then chicly walk away.

After all, even Luo Shuyu’s confession was so subtle, as if she were trying to trick Jiang Yiqing into losing her composure first.

Clearly, they had talked about not dating before and canceling the engagement, yet here she was again.

Jiang Yiqing looked at the red string in her hand. Although she liked this sense of fated connection, once it came to the point of truly needing blind faith, she wouldn’t do it. She would rather believe in her own heart.