Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 440 Passing Through Each Level (5K)

After everyone got up, they started packing the items for hanging the relatives into the trunk.

Mu Qingyang rarely participated in such family activities, so he seemed quite curious.

Her hometown is in Gurao, but the family business later fell apart for some unknown reason, and they moved to Jiangnan.

Therefore, she has never had much of an impression of these family activities.

Driving from the end of the old street, it takes about twenty minutes to reach the Zeng family's ancestral graves.

Although it was a family visit to pay respects to ancestors, everyone was still chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Zeng Wenjie used a sickle to clear weeds from his great-grandfather and great-grandmother's graves, while Mu Qingyang helped arrange the food on the plates.

Grandma woke up early and cooked a meal. After the worship ceremony, we'll eat here.

After a flurry of activity, Mu Qingyang suddenly said, "Look over there, isn't that Senior Sister Qianzhu?"

Zeng Wenjie looked up and gazed into the distance, then paused, saying, "It really does seem to be her."

Mu Qingyang said, "Should we go over and say hello?"

Zeng Wenjie shook his head and said, "No need. We'll go say hello after she's finished."

Fu Qianzhu had sold off all her property in Baishui Town, except for an old house that Fu Yong still kept in the town. She clearly didn't want to come to this place of sorrow often.

Fu Qianzhu also saw Zeng Wenjie's family and others. She stared at them for a while, feeling somewhat envious.

Then, she began clearing the weeds around the grave and burning the paper money, whispering, "Mom and Dad, I'm doing very well now. I even appeared on TV, on CCTV! Don't worry, I'll definitely do even better... I hope you can see me from beyond the grave and bless Zeng Wenjie so that he can live a healthy and happy life."

Fu Qianzhu did not pray or make any wishes to her deceased parents; instead, she asked them to bless Zeng Wenjie.

She felt that Zeng Wenjie was a really good person, and that he could be said to have saved her life.

It was a ray of light shining into her dark life, bringing her warmth and guidance.

Mu Qingyang also knelt down and burned incense and paper money in front of the ancestral graves, and silently prayed for Zeng Wenjie, hoping that he would always be safe, healthy and happy, and that she could always stay with him.

"If only I could bless him to go bankrupt, then I could take care of him!" Mu Qingyang muttered to himself.

However, she was also well aware that given Zeng Wenjie's current achievements, going bankrupt would be a very difficult thing, unless he deliberately courted disaster.

If Zeng Wenjie heard Mu Qingyang's words, he would probably be so angry that he would cry. This girl is still hoping that he will go bankrupt so that she can take care of him!

After Zeng Wenjie lit the firecrackers, he walked towards Fu Qianzhu.

Fu Qianzhu was sitting on the stone in front of the grave, lost in thought, staring blankly at the burning candle.

"It usually rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, but the weather is actually quite nice this year!" Zeng Wenjie said with a smile as he walked up.

"Boss!" Fu Qianzhu hurriedly stood up, looking somewhat at a loss.

Zeng Wenjie nodded and asked, "Are you done? Do you need any help?"

Fu Qianzhu quickly shook her head and said, "There's nothing I can help with."

Zeng Wenjie casually took a few unlit incense sticks, lit them again, and bowed to the grave. He smiled and said, "Uncle and Aunt, please bless my senior. She is very hardworking and ambitious. My snack shop can't do without her now!"

Fu Qianzhu's expression turned strange.

She prayed to her parents to bless Zeng Wenjie, and Zeng Wenjie prayed for her instead.

“I see you’re all alone and haven’t prepared anything to eat. Come and have a meal with me!” Zeng Wenjie said.

"This...no, please!" Fu Qianzhu hurriedly waved her hand, flustered.

"Go! I'm ordering you as the boss!" Zeng Wenjie roared fiercely.

Fu Qianzhu's lips twitched, and she reluctantly followed him.

Mu Qingyang waved to Fu Qianzhu and said, "Senior Sister Qianzhu, it's been a long time!"

Fu Qianzhu smiled and said, "Little Mu, you've become even more beautiful."

Mu Qingyang said, "Senior, aren't you too? Come over here... squat down, let's eat together."

I wanted to let her sit down, but there were no chairs, so she had to squat to eat.

They were all from the same town, and Zeng Wenjie had paid to settle the matter when Fu Qianzhu's family had a previous incident, so they all knew her.

Moreover, they all felt sympathy and pity for her experience.

"Qianzhu, eat more! I made these dishes this morning, they're very fresh!" Grandma said kindly, putting some food on Fu Qianzhu's plate.

"Thank you, thank you Grandma, I can do it myself!" Fu Qianzhu said hurriedly.

Grandpa smiled and said to her, "If Zeng Wenjie turns into a heartless capitalist and mistreats you, you'd better come and complain to us, and we'll deal with him!"

Fu Qianzhu said, "The boss treats us all very well and has never mistreated us, so please don't worry."

Mu Qingyang felt that everyone squatting in a circle to eat was quite atmospheric, and the food, which had been sitting a little cold, actually tasted exceptionally delicious.

"Eat the fish slowly!" Grandma turned to Mu Qingyang and gave him a word of advice.

“Oh… I know, Grandma!” Mu Qingyang immediately replied with a smile.

Fu Qianzhu had originally intended to pick up some fish, but after hearing this, she silently turned her chopsticks to another bowl of food.

Zeng Wenjie placed a piece of fish into her bowl and said, "My grandma's braised fish is amazing, want to try some?"

Fu Qianzhu smiled, never expecting that Zeng Wenjie would notice even these details.

"Mmm, it's so delicious!" Mu Qingyang nodded repeatedly, having already become a little foodie.

Grandpa asked, "I heard you sold your house in your hometown? You're not planning to come back?"

Fu Qianzhu said, "Yes, I only come back to visit during holidays, I don't come back at other times..."

She said this with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Baishui Town is, after all, her hometown, the place where she was born and raised.

However, her memories of her hometown were not pleasant, and the gossip and rumors could break down her mental defenses.

Therefore, she decided to stay away from this place.

"Young people should go to the city to develop their careers; after all, they can broaden their horizons," Grandpa comforted him.

"Mmm!" Fu Qianzhu nodded gently in response, eating her meal quietly.

Compared to Mu Qingyang, her eating manners were much more refined.

Mu Qingyang always seemed very happy and unrestrained when eating. She once told Zeng Wenjie that she used to be very restrained when eating at home, not daring to take big bites, not daring to eat too much, and not daring to be too greedy...

Therefore, Zeng Wenjie thinks it's a good thing that she's so happy to be a little foodie now.

After finishing her meal, Fu Qianzhu put down her chopsticks, put her hands together in prayer, and said, "I'm full. Thank you for your hospitality."

Grandma said, "Really? You're full after eating so little! Look at our little Mu, he's almost finished his second bowl."

Fu Qianzhu said helplessly, "Grandma, I'm really full!"

Mu Qingyang's rice was mixed with pickled cabbage and beans, which made it very appetizing. She was eating with great enthusiasm when she mumbled, "Senior, you should eat more. I see you've lost a lot of weight!"

Fu Qianzhu smiled at her and then said, "I'll try to eat more in the future and see if I can gain some weight back."

If a person has too many worries or feels too depressed, they are very likely to lose weight.

“Remember to let me know next time you’re coming back, because our schedules might overlap. That way, you won’t have to go through the hassle of catching the bus; I can just bring you back on my way!” Zeng Wenjie said to Fu Qianzhu.

Fu Qianzhu felt a warmth in her heart as she felt everyone taking care of her.

She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask you in advance next time."

That being said, Zeng Wenjie didn't think she would actually do it.

Sometimes she lives too humbly, with all sorts of random thoughts. She might think that Zeng Wenjie probably doesn't want to go back, but because she asked him, he took her back with him.

However, Zeng Wenjie saw through it but didn't say anything. He would just ask Fu Qianzhu before he came back next time. She couldn't possibly be stubborn, could she?
After the meal, Fu Qianzhu and Mu Qingyang diligently helped pack the things, putting them all into styrofoam boxes. With this trip over, the Qingming Festival visit to relatives was considered complete.

Zeng Wenjie asked, "Are you going back tomorrow? Why don't we travel together? You can come to my house for dinner today."

Fu Qianzhu was taken aback. She was about to say that she would go back immediately when Mu Qingyang grabbed her wrist and said, "Senior, let's go back together tomorrow. I'll take you to play video games today!"

Fu Qianzhu thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go back tomorrow... But, I guess I won't bother you at your house?"

Grandma said, "What's there to disturb? It'll be more lively with one more person. We just like it lively."

Fu Qianzhu had no choice but to agree.

Then, they rode in Zeng Wenjie's car back to the old street of Baishui Town.

Zeng Wenjie poured water for Fu Qianzhu and then said, "There's no need to see yourself as so humble. You're doing better than 99% of the people in town right now, and you're better than those who look down on you! Sometimes, it's good to be a little high-profile and tough. If anyone dares to mess with you, just throw your income in their face and make them feel inferior."

Fu Qianzhu could only respond with a faint smile, unsure of what to say.

"Senior, let's study together!" Mu Qingyang said happily.

"study?"

"Isn't the Little Tyrant learning machine for learning?" The top student Mu Qingyang applied what he had just learned, directly bringing over Zeng Wenjie's twisted logic and heresies.

Fu Qianzhu was both amused and exasperated. "Alright, alright, no wonder it's called the Little Tyrant Learning Machine!"

She sat down on the small stool, took the controller Mu Qingyang handed her, and said, "I'm not very good at playing, so you'll have to teach me a bit."

Mu Qingyang patted his chest and said, "It's okay, I know how to play, I'll teach you!"

Fu Qianzhu found that this girl was quite approachable. Although her appearance was exaggeratedly beautiful, giving people a feeling that she was not easy to approach, her personality was excellent.

Zeng Wenjie sat on the bed, lying lazily, watching the two beauties play games.

Fu Qianzhu was indeed a bit clumsy, and he managed to kill his own eagle while maneuvering the tank.

Mu Qingyang laughed heartily, saying it didn't matter and that he could play another round. His mindset was much better than that of the stressed-out guy lying in bed.

Then, Zeng Wenjie also went through the same mental process as military training instructor Zhang Jianjun, thinking: "How could I have put pressure on her back then? I deserve to die!"

After playing a few rounds, Fu Qianzhu gradually got the hang of it, because the game was very simple and only required practice; it didn't require much skill.

For a moment, the small room was filled with the two's laughter.

"Xiao Mu, you're amazing! Your score is so much higher than mine!" Fu Qianzhu exclaimed.

"Of course, Zeng Wenjie isn't as good as me. It's a wonder he's been playing for so many years." Mu Qingyang boasted smugly.

Zeng Wenjie wondered if he should increase the intensity of Mu Qingyang's training, otherwise, he would become worse and worse as he learned.
Zeng Wenjie lay lazily on the bed, opened his QQ app, and read the messages for a while.

He hadn't paid attention to it for only two days, but now there were already quite a few messages waiting for him to reply to and deal with, which was really a headache.

Among them, Senior Sister Qin left the most comments.

That's how these kinds of girls are. The more enthusiastic you are towards them, the colder they become. If you're cold towards them, they become enthusiastic instead.

“Senior, life is actually like a game. The levels that look difficult are actually not that hard. If you take them seriously, you’ll get through them without even realizing it, right?” Mu Qingyang suddenly said with a smile.

Zeng Wenjie glanced at her in surprise. Wow, this is amazing! Little Mu actually knows how to comfort others, and she does it with quite a bit of emotional intelligence and skill!

Fu Qianzhu was taken aback, then looked at the game screen on the TV. After a moment, she nodded slightly and said, "Xiao Mu, you're right. Life is like that too. Every hurdle is difficult, but you overcome them all."

Mu Qingyang said, "A new challenge has begun. Let's work together and try our best to pass!"

So they turned their attention back to the game.

Zeng Wenjie lazily lay in bed all afternoon, while they played in front of the TV all afternoon. It has to be said, the person who invented the Little Tyrant game console was a genius.

After Grandma called for dinner, the two of them stood up from the small stools, both feeling sore backs and dizzy.

That's how playing games is.

Once you put your energy into it, it runs out quickly, and by the time the game ends, you'll feel sleepy and tired.

Fu Qianzhu hurriedly threw down the controller and went out to help, but Mu Qingyang did not compete and let her senior perform.

Moreover, Han Yu had told her that he knew she was a diligent girl and that she didn't need to deliberately show it.

There were no eight-bowl feast today, but there was still a table full of big fish and meat dishes, which was very sumptuous.

"Wow, Grandma, you've worked so hard and made so much delicious food. I love you, Grandma!" Mu Qingyang cheered happily, took the chopsticks from her grandmother, and distributed them.

Grandma couldn't help but smile and said, "You're going back tomorrow, and you won't be able to eat my cooking for a long time. Eat more."

Grandpa asked, "Little Mu, is there enough chili pepper? If not, I'll stir-fry some more for you."

Mu Qingyang hurriedly said, "That's enough, that's enough. Grandpa, why don't you ask Senior Sister if she wants some?"

Fu Qianzhu waved her hands repeatedly and said, "I don't need it. I don't usually eat spicy food."

Zeng Xiangdong smacked his lips and said, "Dad, only Xiao Mu can get you to be diligent, huh? Xiao Mu, do you know what your grandpa thinks is the most delicious food?"

"Eight Big Bowls?" Mu Qingyang thought for a moment and asked, since it was her favorite dish anyway.

Zeng Xiangdong smiled and shook his head, saying, "You're wrong. Your grandfather said the ones that are fresh are the best."

The old man immediately glared at him and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense and sit down to eat!"

Mu Qingyang and Fu Qianzhu couldn't help but laugh when they heard this. Thinking about it, it seemed to make sense; readily available food was indeed the most delicious.

After finishing his meal, Zeng Wenjie received two work-related phone calls and couldn't help but sigh, "I'll be busy again when I get back!"
Fortunately, "Hero Kill" is about to be released, and with the capable director Zheng Shouyun overseeing it, we can sit back and wait for the game to perform well once it launches.

Xue Lu also called Zeng Wenjie, "Chairman, a friend of mine introduced a boss who wants to invest in your snack shop. Let's talk about it after we get back to Fengzhou?"

Zeng Wenjie said, "Of course, what's their background?"

Xue Lu said, "It seems to be from the capital, but I haven't found out much about it."

Zeng Wenjie said, "Okay, we'll talk when we get back."

Zeng Wenjie was not surprised to have caught the attention of capital in the capital, after all, he had made quite a stir recently.

His speeches in several public appearances have generated very positive responses, and the authorities have increased their publicity efforts for him, bringing him into the public eye.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he is still too young, and there is even a misconception that he is being artificially promoted—he may not be that talented, but someone is advising him and the authorities are cooperating in promoting him.

Mu Qingyang and Fu Qianzhu slept in the same room at night. Although they didn't have much contact, it didn't prevent them from having an excellent relationship.

"You have such a great figure, senior! No wonder you're from the Physical Education Department, you really do make a difference with all that exercise!" Mu Qingyang praised.

"Xiao Mu, your talent is truly enviable, and what's more, you even know martial arts," Fu Qianzhu retorted.

Mu Qingyang smiled and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you a few moves. Then we can deal with those bad guys and see if they dare to bully people again!"

Fu Qianzhu nodded and said, "Okay, when you have time, teach me a few moves, and I'll try to learn them."

They talked until very late before finally going to sleep together.

Fu Qianzhu slept soundly. When she woke up the next day, she felt a little hot. When she turned her head, she saw Mu Qingyang tugging at her.

"Little Mu likes to cling to people when he sleeps, haha, so cute..." Fu Qianzhu couldn't help but think to herself.

She wasn't jealous of Mu Qingyang, but rather envious, extremely envious.

As soon as Fu Qianzhu woke up, Mu Qingyang also woke up.

Fu Qianzhu exclaimed in surprise and asked, "What are you doing?"

Mu Qingyang snapped out of his daze, then paused thoughtfully for a moment before saying, "It's quite comfortable, isn't it?"

Fu Qianzhu was both amused and exasperated, and said, "You have one too."

"It feels different..." Mu Qingyang looked dazed and couldn't help but move his hands again.

Fu Qianzhu hurriedly got out of bed, her face flushed. Zeng Wenjie had completely corrupted Xiao Mu...

(End of this chapter)