Chapter 824: Chapter 822: Return and Anomaly Chapter 824: Chapter 822: Return and Anomaly Becoming more and more humanized.

Facing the unexpected prompt, Fu Qian gave a positive review.

The Mist Gate, so close at hand, was currently shrouded in a warm orange hue.

Although it was just an illusory image, a glance seemed to be able to feel the nourishing warmth of life.

And with the Re-Assignment after the permission elevation, it seemed to suggest that one could now turn a blind eye and slack off until midnight?

Speaking of which, due to being overly professional, I had never tried quitting halfway to see what would happen.

According to this explanation, the most likely scenario is that no matter where you hide, you’d be dragged here at midnight to start working by force.

No wonder the seniors looked as though they had no escape.

The image of a Demigod named Liliyana surfaced in Fu Qian’s mind as he touched the Mist Gate.

[Name: Nursery, Number: 1-039]
[Today’s work content has been updated, enter container scene 1-039, complete Recontainment]
[Would you like to spend 1 SAN Point to start?]
[No]
Fu Qian conveyed this thought quite resolutely.

In the next moment, as expected, he was still in the warehouse, and the task had not begun.

Truly free now, it could be said that time could be stopped anytime and anywhere, without worrying about being disturbed.

As for now?

It was still early, and being passive at work was a natural right.

Fu Qian was always execution-efficient, and after refusing, he didn’t even stay in the warehouse for long.

After confirming his stable condition, he immediately activated the mark on his wrist.

No need to rush, time for a reverse smash on Valudo.

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The so-called feeling of home.

Once again, leaning on the familiar sofa, the sun outside the window hadn’t even risen to its highest point.

After nestling comfortably for half an hour, Fu Qian sincerely appreciated his habit of timely taking out the trash.

After so long, aside from the air being slightly stuffy, there was no strange smell in the room.

[…Your account ending in 1269 has completed a deposit transaction of 30,000 yuan, balance…]
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After a bit of self-praise, Fu Qian found his phone that exceeded standby time long ago; after a few manipulations, the refreshing notification sound came through continuously.

It was clear that he had not experienced any delay in payment.

Of course, apart from that, the vast majority of notifications were still from the realm of advertisement loans and small website links.

When it finally ceased, Fu Qian picked up his phone to scroll through and, unsurprisingly, found the names of Young Master Qin and others.

Of course, considering the previous “disappearance” incident, the group was now evidently much calmer.

After not finding him earlier, Young Master Qin’s last message was to chirp when back, with others sending similar thoughts.

Tan Ying, however, was particularly low-key; perhaps last time’s event had left an impact.

Can’t help it, making rash wishes always comes with side effects.

After all, even winning the lottery after praying to the God of Wealth can bring about life-doubting effects.

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Sadly, people always forget to mention these things.

Just as Fu Qian, with the body of a Demigod and an apron tied around his waist, was cooking himself a pot of smooth and hearty noodles, a call from Tan Ying was the first to come through.

Surprised, Fu Qian chose to not answer right away.

With no fresh vegetables left at home due to a long duration, Fu Qian ultimately chose to add an egg.

With a pot of egg noodles eaten, Fu Qian finally felt content.

The sense of ritual is still important.

By this time, Tan Ying’s calls had evolved into voicemails.

Miss Tan was becoming impatient?

Looking at the number on his phone, Fu Qian frowned slightly and pressed the answer button.

“Where are you now?”

Such a treatment obviously startled Tan Ying on the other end of the line, but she quickly adjusted her attitude.

“At home, what’s up?”

“When did you come back? Qin Mingze has been looking for you for a long time.”

After a brief silence, Tan Ying continued.

“Just now.”

Fu Qian remained composed, feeling a growing premonition that something was not quite right.

“That’s good, I’ll let him know.”

Tan Ying hung up with a hint of coldness in her tone.

Something still seemed a bit odd.

Given how she had been treated before, her cold demeanor was understandable, but something seemed conflicting in her emotions.

Normally, given her character, the last sentence would probably be “Call Young Master Qin to let him know.”

Tapping lightly on the table, Fu Qian unplugged his Resurrected phone and sauntered out.

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Even on a Saturday, the outside remained as peaceful and tranquil as ever.

As mentioned before, Fu Qian lived in an aging neighborhood.

Most residents were advanced in years, and after their children grew up, they largely lived elsewhere, with only a few youngsters sent over to be looked after.

Undoubtedly, Fu Qian once again attracted many gazes, quickly stimulating the dormant neurons of the elders.

Primarily because Fu Qian, who’d entered his home in a second, couldn’t even be bothered to change his clothes and was still wearing the set he had gotten from Darcy.

Although it was relatively plain, it looked somewhat flashy at a glance.

A nosy auntie watched with a pained expression, almost wishing to come up and offer a word of advice.

Of course, as it turned out, Young Master Qin shared the same sentiment.

“Did you go to ensure the safety of Wealthy Widow Wen again?”

First was a phone call, followed by a personal visit outside the neighborhood, catching Fu Qian, who was just drinking a Coke, red-handed.

Faced with Fu Qian’s attire, Qin Mingze was shocked and couldn’t help but make faces.

Hmm…

Fu Qian thought carefully about his recent experiences and the suitcase full of wages from Su Gao.

“This time it was accompanying a rich widow surnamed Su on vacation.”

“…Take care of your health.”

“Understood. By the way, how has business been, Young Master Qin?”

Fu Qian pondered for a moment before asking.

“That tone of yours, as if you have witnessed the vicissitudes of life, it’s been less than half a month, what if I said my name is now renowned worldwide, would you believe me?”

Qin Mingze sighed.

“I thought I had seen enough dark sides, but only after getting involved in the intricacies of interests did I realize how terrifying the human heart can be.”

You might not know enough, and don’t belittle yourself; your reputation has long reached a world unknown to you, resounding like thunder.

Fu Qian observed silently, thinking to himself.

“What’s going on with you and Xiao Ying?”

At that moment, Qin Mingze suddenly remembered something.

“What do you mean ‘what’s going on’?”

Fu Qian feigned innocence.

“She called me just now, I told her to come over, but she said she had things to do and refused. It felt odd.”

Qin Mingze frowned in thought.

“Could it be that she really is busy?”

“She has enough free time to call you.”

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As a future Litigant, Young Master Qin’s logical capabilities were clearly up to par, immediately refuting Fu Qian’s suggestion.

“Although she’s a bit spoiled, she’s always been straightforward and not coy; something about her attitude this time feels abnormal.”

It’s likely abnormal indeed.

Faced with Young Master Qin’s analysis, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

Even you too.