Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Li Yingying was as good as her word and stuffed a check into my pocket. I cautioned her, “It’ll fall out easily there. Stuff it in my jeans pocket-deeper in.”
Li Yingying: “…”
“Just as I thought, you’re a real gold-digger. I knew it all along; you’re only with Liu for the money!”
I nodded.
“Our relationship is purely financial. Isn’t yours?”
Someone nearby clapped and laughed. “Haha, I recorded everything! If Liu won’t give up on her, we’ll just play this recording for him.”
The women all started talking at once, ordering someone to prep the private jet before they forced me into a car.
Since it was the weekend, the traffic was a nightmare. By the time the car reached the airport, the sky was nearly dark. I was sick with anxiety. What was wrong with Liu Xiong? He should have had people at the cemetery. How could he not even know I’d been kidnapped? If I actually got on that plane, it would be all over.
The Jiangshi would want to reclaim its Death Qi, and the first person it would kill was Liu Xiong.
After getting out of the car, I kept looking back every few steps. The wind at the airport was strong, so I quickly pressed down on my jeans pocket, terrified the check inside would blow away.
Finally, a split second before I boarded the plane, Liu Xiong appeared.
He leaped out of a car, swung his arms, and sprinted toward me at top speed.
“Master Qiao-don’t go!”
When he reached me, Liu Xiong’s legs gave out. He slid into a kneel and grabbed my legs, burying his face against my knees and sobbing loudly.
“Waaaah! The Death Qi on my neck has gotten worse! My hands were shaking so hard today, my heart is racing, and my legs are like jelly… I have no strength. I feel like I’m dying. Damn it, these hags are trying to kill me!”
Liu Xiong blubbered incoherently, leaving everyone else stunned.
After a moment, Li Yingying was the first to start crying. She rushed forward emotionally and grabbed Liu Xiong’s shoulder.
“You said you were against marriage! You said you’d never marry anyone else! You said I was the most special one, and that as long as I didn’t leave you, you’d treat me well for the rest of your life! Waaaah, you’ve gone too far, Liu Xiong!”
“That’s right, Liu. All the sisters are here now. Tell us the truth-are you really going to marry this woman?”
“Exactly! It’s the eight of us or her. You have to choose!”
“I choose your mother! Get lost, all of you! Get the hell away from me! You damn hags!”
Liu Xiong stood up and slapped Li Yingying in his agitation. He then signaled his bodyguards to come over and drag the women away.
As the women screamed and wailed, the scene devolved into total chaos. I grabbed Liu Xiong’s arm.
“Forget about them. We need to go to the cemetery right now! Hurry!”
The car sped away from the airport. On the way to the cemetery, I called Chen Zhen. He spoke in a hushed, strained voice. “Hello? *Cough, cough.* Sect Master, we’re currently being interviewed by reporters. President Xu? Oh, yes, President Xu is here too. Everyone is here.”
I told Chen Zhen to put the phone on speaker. He looked conflicted but complied.
It turned out that after we returned yesterday, the footage of me and the Feng Shui Masters at the cemetery had been captured by a helicopter. Today, Entertainment Weekly was conducting a special interview with the Feng Shui Association, wanting to know exactly what had happened in the Underground Palace.
“President Xu, this Master Qiao is Liu’s girlfriend. After she went into the Underground Palace with you all, what exactly happened? Has she already apologized to the Feng Shui Association in private? Will she be making a public apology to the media next?”
President Xu looked embarrassed, scratching his head and unsure of what to say. Right then, Chen Zhen held the phone up to the microphone, and my loud voice blared through the speakers.
“By my authority as the Sect Master of the Feng Sect, I command everyone to immediately gather at Yuanzhao Cemetery with your tools of the trade. Bring that Peach Wood Sword from the Xu family. Chen Zhen, bring your Luopan. Did you all hear me?”
“Hey, Xiao Xu, did you hear that?”
“Huh? Oh, Sect Master, I heard you. We all heard you.”
President Xu nodded and stood up with a solemn expression.
“Quickly, we have work to do. To the cemetery!”
The several Feng Shui Masters stood up in a hurry, turning to find their ancestral treasures. The reporters nearby were dumbstruck. This was a live broadcast, and the audience watching at home had already exploded into a frenzy.
“Holy crap! Did that Master Qiao just call herself a Sect Master?”
“President Xu is ‘Xiao Xu’? No way! What’s going on? Are they filming a TV drama?”
“This is too ridiculous! What are these masters doing? Did Liu buy them off to act for him?”
The world outside was in an uproar, but I was sitting in the car, constantly urging the driver to go faster.
After blowing through countless red lights, the car finally reached Yuanzhao Cemetery. I leaned over to check Liu Xiong’s wrist. Good. It was 5:30. There was still time.