Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

Zhang Song picked it up and paused for a moment before quickly tossing the blanket back into the car and taking out a clean one.

She ran over excitedly to cover Lu Qiu's lap with the white pottery jar, but Lu Qiu lifted the jar slightly, and Xia Wange, being very perceptive, reached out to take it.

"You think you're worthy to touch her?"

Xia Wange paused, glancing at Lu Qiu once, then again, pursing her lips as she wondered what kind of domineering CEO he was—was he the kind from gangster novels, or the kind from novels about a white moonlight substitute?

"I'm sorry, President," Xia Wange said softly, then continued pushing the cart for Lu Qiu.

"Know your place, know what you should and shouldn't do, and remember why you had the opportunity to be by my side," Lu Qiu said in a cold tone.

OK.

Xia Wange understood; this was the domineering CEO from the "white moonlight substitute" novel.

That kid Lu Qiu...

Why are you adding so much screen time to me? At least go over the script next time! It sounds like you're having fun acting, aren't you? Right? Right? Right?

Lu Qiu's fingertips, which were holding the white porcelain jar, curled slightly. Then, he raised his right hand and twitched his index finger slightly. Immediately, Xia Wange, the very perceptive substitute for the white moonlight, stepped forward and approached Lu Qiu.

Lu Qiu used his right hand to cover himself and tilted his head to whisper "Mmm" in Xia Wange's ear.

A very low voice sounded in Xia Wange's ear. She was stunned for a moment before realizing that Lu Qiu was responding to her earlier inner thoughts, "You had a good time acting, didn't you?"

Xia Wange suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and calmly pushed Lu Qiu's wheelchair. At this moment, she tried to interject several times, but had no chance. Finally, President Mingzhu found an opportunity and hurriedly said, "President Lu, I'm sorry I'm late. There are no hotels in the village. Please make do with staying at my house."

"Where we live doesn't matter." Lu Qiu, holding the jar of flour, took off her sunglasses with one hand and looked at him, her voice sharp. "The key is whether the matter can be accomplished."

His deep eyes radiated an undeniable cold light, and President Ming was instantly speechless. He knew the general plot, but he had to improvise the lines himself. However, his mind was blank, overwhelmed by the other party's aura, and he had no idea what to say.

He wiped his sweat while frequently glancing at Xia Wange, hoping Master Xia could offer some guidance. "Master Xia, Attorney Xia, this...this..."

"If you can't get it done, you can forget about your company." Lu Qiu raised his hand, gesturing for Xia Wange to push the cart. "Just three days, or you'll go bankrupt."

Xia Wange pushed the wheelchair very fast with her head down, afraid that she would burst out laughing if she went any slower.

Yesterday, Lu Qiu seemed hesitant and reluctant, but today he went all out and won the MVP (Best Performance).

Sure enough, with Lu Qiu's superb acting skills and the support of the others, the villagers' attention immediately shifted. In addition, Mingzhu had secretly promoted the story to acquaintances beforehand, so everyone's focus was entirely on Lu Qiu and his beloved Bai Mian, and no one thought about anything else.

As Lu Qiu entered President Ming's villa amidst the crowd's attention, the people around him began to chatter amongst themselves.

A man whispered, "The Ming family's villa is so nicely built, why would they worry about this man not being comfortable living there?"

"What do you know? He's a CEO, living in a big villa. What's this little house of the Ming family compared to that?" an aunt said.

"A CEO of this caliber lives in a grand estate," an older woman said. "I heard he wants to bury his deceased fiancée's ashes in our cemetery and is asking the Ming family for help, because if they don't, the Ming family will go bankrupt."

"His fiancée's surname seems to be Bai, and I heard her last wish was to stay here."

"That lawyer next to him, something doesn't sound right to me. Could he be a stand-in for his fiancée? If the stand-in is this beautiful, what must the original be like? Sigh, the dead white moonlight is just different."

Another older woman said angrily, "He said he'd bury the ashes in our cemetery, so we just let him? Where's the sense of propriety?!"

"They said they'd give money," someone whispered.

The old woman scoffed, "No amount of money could change that..."

"I heard it starts at 100,000."

"A mere 100,000."

"each year!"

"I've heard that we can still negotiate. If they can give us a good piece of land, we'll pay 500,000 yuan a year! If it's even better, they'll give us 1 million yuan! And the whole village will share it!"

The old woman remained silent for a long time, then said, "If you do the math, only the very middle plot of land is available."

"No!" a man exclaimed. "Aren't you all surprised? A CEO of such a high position wants to bury his fiancée's ashes here? Why would he do that to us?"

"This place is truly blessed with outstanding people and beautiful scenery, why can't we bury them here?"

"The girl's surname is Bai, and most of the people in our village have the surname Bai and most have the surname Ming, so maybe they're related by blood!"

"She's obviously a fiancée whose family is against her marriage. There's no way she'd end up in the president's family ancestral graveyard. Look at how she treats that lawyer Xia. She pushes his wheelchair so fast, and the president hasn't said anything. She's definitely fallen for someone else; she just hasn't realized it yet. And those two are going to be entangled in the future. Maybe we'll even see that lawyer secretly crying at Bai's grave."

"I told you the stories in novels are all true. You guys said it was exaggerated, but reality is even more exaggerated. A handsome guy with fair skin has such a limp."

Xia Wange took off her earphones and put them in her pocket, then looked at Mingzhu and smiled, "Your home security camera has good sound reception. Send me the sign."

"Master Xia, you're being too polite. I'll buy it and send it to you," Mingzhu said with an awkward smile.

Xia Wange looked at Lu Qiu again. He had asked for hot water and sugar when he came in, mixed some fried noodles with it, tasted it, took a bite, frowned, and said, "Xia Wange, it's a bit bitter."

"If it's bitter, add more sugar." Xia Wange also went over, took a new spoon, tasted it, and then lifted the lid of the white porcelain jar to take a look. "To make it look realistic, the top layer is all burnt. You can scoop it out and eat the bottom layer."

Mingzhu watched the two of them studying the white jar and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. One of you is a devoted CEO, and the other is a substitute for the white moonlight. Are you really going to study how to eat Miss Bai together?

"By the way, where is Fang Qingzi?" As soon as Xia Wange entered the door, she saw that the Ming family had several simple wealth-dispersing formations, but they had been broken. It must have been Fang Qingzi who destroyed them, but left the traces for her to see.

Xia Wange could tell at a glance that this formation, which absorbed vital energy, was made by the same person, except that this one was just a charade, a mere formality.

"Master Fang Qingzi is usually not awake at this time," Mingzhu said.

"Still not awake? It's almost eleven o'clock!" Xia Wange exclaimed in surprise. Everyone in the group should have gotten up to practice breathing exercises in the morning, but she didn't, because her body couldn't gather qi at all.