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Seeing the footage of Miss Ming hitting a reporter left me stunned; it completely shattered her previously good image. In fact, I found it hard to connect her with the woman from a few months ago who seemed somewhat depressed and sad.
I really wanted to call Miss Ming to ask what was going on. By all accounts, she shouldn't have such a personality. Could it be a publicity stunt? It's not impossible; many celebrities are willing to do anything for attention. Once a person becomes obsessed, they often lose all rationality. But if she's resorting to violence for publicity, the negative impact would be too great. A normal agency wouldn't likely plan something like this.
However, after careful consideration for a while, I still didn't call Miss Ming. She is a star, and I am just a small dealer; aside from business, there shouldn't be any other relationship between us. If I called her out of the blue, it might even annoy her.
After hesitating for some time, school officially went on break.
During this period, Second Uncle helped me find someone to remake the White Olive Amulet and invited several High Monks to bless it. As Ajan Dong said, in terms of effectiveness, it wouldn't differ much from the previous White Olive Amulet. But as he also mentioned, its significance is different. Putting on that amulet again gave me a sense of unfamiliarity.
Second Uncle expressed his approval of my "achievements." Not only did I earn several hundred thousand in rewards, but I also made enough to buy an extra apartment—pretty good! He couldn't understand my feelings toward the White Olive Amulet, which is why he thought it was a profit. There's no way to argue with him about such matters; I could only accept this rare compliment.
This summer vacation had nothing else to do. Second Uncle was busy in mainland China with real estate matters and had no mind for leisure. So I went to find my grandfather. Hu Xiaoyi said he wanted to take Qin Zhenzhen along. Originally, after that incident three years ago, both Hu Xiaoyi and Liang Xi swore never to go back to Thailand. However, this guy fell in love and quickly forgot his vows. Of course, the main reason was that Qin Zhenzhen had learned too much about Thailand from me and was particularly curious if there really were sorcery everywhere.
Given my personality, I don't like going to dangerous places with acquaintances. But Qin Zhenzhen said she was just going with Hu Xiaoyi for a vacation in Thailand—to pray at temples, see sights, eat some fruit—nothing troublesome. With her being so honest about it, I had no reason to refuse; besides, Hu Xiaoyi was looking at me eagerly—if I didn't agree, he'd nag me to death.
However, before we boarded the plane, I received a call from Miss Ming. Her voice was very low, as if she were afraid someone might overhear her; she asked where I was.
I told her I was preparing to go to Thailand and would be boarding soon. Was there something she needed?
Miss Ming fell silent for a few seconds before asking if I could give her a detailed address because she might come to Thailand to find me in the next few days.
This struck me as odd; if she had something to say, why not say it over the phone? But no matter how much I pressed her, Miss Ming refused to say another word. She insisted on meeting in person to discuss things further. Reluctantly, I sent her my grandfather's address. Miss Ming said she would find a way to get to Thailand as soon as possible before hanging up.
This sounded even stranger—did she really need to find a way to come to Thailand? My instinct told me that perhaps she was being restricted in some way. It could be possible; recently, there had been more and more reports about Miss Ming in the news, mostly concerning incidents of violence and verbal abuse. In such circumstances, it would be understandable for an agency not wanting her in the public eye too much. But if it were an agency restriction, why would she come looking for me?
Although I had previously made a deal with Miss Ming, I didn't really think she would consider me a close friend to confide in. If someone wanted to share secrets or complain about something, there were probably many others more suitable than me.
After arriving in Thailand, Hu Xiaoyi and Qin Zhenzhen wanted to go out and have fun. Although the situation was gradually stabilizing, for safety's sake, Grandpa still arranged for Guy to be their guide. With him around, it wouldn't be easy for the two of them to get into trouble.
Grandpa was very happy about my arrival and even took out a chess set with great enthusiasm. Second Uncle had mentioned that years ago, Grandpa consulted a high monk about his fortune, and according to that reading, he only had a few years left to live. Although Grandpa had never brought this up, in recent years, he often liked to engage in activities he once looked down upon.
Chess was one of those activities.
To be honest, I wasn't very good at chess. Compared to someone as cunning as Grandpa, I was completely outmatched. Even when given an advantage of a rook and a pawn, I still found myself checkmated within fifteen minutes. If it weren't for the fortune teller sacrificing himself to save the king, my kingdom would have already fallen. Playing chess like this was quite dull; always being beaten wasn't enjoyable at all. But seeing Grandpa's cheerful demeanor, I could only grit my teeth and keep him company.
While playing chess, Grandpa asked me how Grandma was doing.
Looking at the board where my pieces were already under siege, I frowned and said, "She's doing well... but how do we play this? I concede!"
Grandpa shot me a glare and said, "You can't concede until the last moment! There are only soldiers who die in battle; there are no cowards who surrender! General!"
Watching him capture my king with his rook made me smile bitterly; I thought to myself that it was just one step away—what was the difference between that and outright conceding?
Speaking of Grandma, I suddenly remembered when I first arrived in Thailand; Second Uncle had mentioned that Grandma had passed away. He had been reluctant to tell me the details about it. Taking this opportunity, I asked Grandpa, "I heard from Second Uncle that Grandma has been gone for many years? Why didn't you call me to keep vigil back then? And over the past few years, I haven't been allowed to pay my respects either. Grandma even scolded me for this and said it was unfilial."
The joyful expression on Grandpa's face from winning the game suddenly stiffened. His fingers paused before slowly lowering the piece he held. After staring blankly at the chessboard for a while, Grandpa sighed and said, "She's gone; there's nothing left to pay respects to. Just let it be."
I replied, "How can we just let it be? What will I say to Grandma later? At least let me see what she looked like!"
Grandpa looked up at me; after a moment, he lowered his head again and slowly placed his pieces on the board, saying, "You can't see her anymore; everything related to her is gone."
I was taken aback for a moment. What did that mean? I could understand that she was no longer here, and the lack of photos could be somewhat acceptable, but surely there should be something related to her left at home? However, Grandpa's meaning was very clear: all items related to Grandma had been destroyed. There was nothing in this world that was connected to her anymore.
This was truly hard to believe; I couldn't understand why it had come to this.
From what I had gathered from their usual conversations, Grandpa and Second Uncle had deep feelings for Grandma. Logically, they should have kept something as a memento.
This situation was quite unusual. Although Grandpa didn't want to elaborate, my curiosity was too strong to resist the doubts in my mind. Just as I was about to ask more questions, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang. I walked to the door and saw a woman wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a long coat standing there.
I glanced back at Grandpa; he had no intention of coming out to see who it was, so I stepped outside and asked, "Who are you?"
The woman took off her sunglasses, and upon seeing her face, I immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Ming... you got here so quickly! I didn't expect that; please come in."
Miss Ming nodded slightly as a greeting and then followed me into the villa. I called out to Grandpa, who was still busy with something, "Grandpa, Miss Ming is here!"
Grandpa had no idea who Miss Ming was; to him, a woman was just a woman. Aside from differences in appearance, age, and figure, they were all the same. So he simply grunted and said, "Make yourself comfortable."
He didn't even turn around. This attitude was somewhat impolite, but considering the situation with Grandma, it might have put Grandpa in a bad mood, so I didn't say anything. Just as Miss Ming and I sat down on the sofa, I suddenly sensed a faint Yin Qi emanating from her. It occurred to me that she had previously bought a little ghost from me, so it made sense for her to have Yin Qi.
Wait a minute... an idea suddenly flashed through my mind: Did Miss Ming come to Thailand to find me because of that little ghost?
Thinking about all the negative news surrounding her before, I couldn't help but smack my forehead. Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? If it were indeed the little ghost causing trouble, then her changes would be understandable.
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