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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Author's Favorite Warm and Cozy Daily Life

The high-end apartments in the city center are generally for people with high incomes, so even though Lu Zhao revealed his identity as a special envoy of the Spirit Management Bureau, he was unable to enter for a while.

"I've already said, we're here to find that friend we haven't been able to contact in a while. Now you're insisting that I call her and ask her to let us in. Don't you think that's a bit unreasonable?"

Lu Zhao stood in the guardhouse, hands on his hips, and said helplessly.

But the security guard hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sorry, why don't you wait a little longer? Our manager has the authority to let you in. Please wait for him to come over."

She had no intention of breaking the apartment's rules, nor did she want to make things difficult for the security guard, so she had no choice but to sit there patiently with Messiah Xia Zhifei and wait patiently.

Fortunately, the security guard didn't lie to them. A short while later, a portly, bald man came running in, wiping the sweat from his brow: "Excuse me, I'm the apartment manager. Since you're special envoys, I'll take you in."

Lu Zhao raised an eyebrow, glanced casually at his employee badge, and then nodded: "Okay, time is of the essence, so please... Manager Zou, lead the way quickly."

Manager Zou nodded and hurriedly went inside.

The three of them quickly followed and took the elevator all the way to the fourth floor where Song Lingge lived.

As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Lu Zhao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

As expected of a luxury apartment, such a large floor has only one household. She doesn't know if it's deserted or not, but it must be very comfortable to live there.

"We offer standard one elevator per household here, high-end quality, ensuring that every resident enjoys the best..."

Messiah interrupted impatiently, "Uncle Manager, it's no use you introducing us. We're all poor and can't afford the houses here."

There's no need to be so honest!

Lu Zhao's lips twitched, and he exchanged a glance with Xia Zhifei, then covered his face in exasperation.

The manager choked for a moment, but quickly regained his smile: "It's alright. It's our duty to make everyone who comes in feel our warmth!"

There was nothing to be happy about in terms of a face-slapping scene. A manager of a high-end apartment would never do something so self-destructive. Instead, he continued to talk incessantly about the place while leading them to the door of the only apartment on the fourth floor.

Messiah quickly went up and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

Is nobody home?

Xia Zhifei held his phone and dialed the number again, but unexpectedly, this time, the other end answered.

She immediately picked up her phone and hurriedly asked, "Sister Song! Are you alright?"

The person on the other end was clearly taken aback for a moment, then said, "...It's nothing."

"That's great," the young lady breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Lu Zhao and the other girl. "Where are you now? We've called you so many times, but you haven't answered."

Song Lingge was silent for a moment before saying, "I had something to do yesterday and got back a little late. I accidentally overslept, and my phone was on silent..."

"So you're at home now, right?" Lu Zhao took the phone from the young lady's hand and said in an unhappy tone, "Open the door now, we're at your door!"

There was silence on the other side, but hurried footsteps could be heard coming from inside the door. A short while later, the door in front of them was opened.

“Captain, you…” Song Lingge stood at the door with a pale face, still wearing a thin pink strawberry nightgown, which was quite different from her usual image.

Lu Zhao subtly used his height to shield the talkative manager behind him, then gave Xia Zhifei a wink before pushing Song Lingge through the door without a word.

"Captain, what are you doing?" Song Lingge was pushed into the room by her, somewhat at a loss, and slumped onto the sofa. Her usual composure was gone from her amber eyes.

I reached out and touched the person's forehead. Good, no fever.

Lu Zhao then casually picked up a blanket from between the sofas and draped it over the other person to cover up the good figure that the thin pajamas couldn't conceal. He then looked seriously at the messy floor around him. It didn't look like the place hadn't been cleaned in a long time; rather, it looked like someone had caused trouble here.

"Are you feeling unwell, or has something happened?"

"Huh?"

“You’re late today,” she added. “You’ve never been late before, which is why we came to visit you.”

Lu Zhao never hesitated to express such caring words. She knew very well that even if there was a suspicion that the original owner of this body liked Song Lingge, now that it was her, she would have already included this motherly figure as one of her own.

Song Lingge was stunned for a moment, completely unlike her usual image. After a long while, she said, "I'm just feeling a little unwell, Captain, you don't need to worry."

"How could I not be worried!" After finally seeing the manager off with profuse thanks at the door, Xia Zhifei hurriedly ran over, took her temperature, checked her pupils, and after a while, cautiously asked, "Sister Song, where do you feel unwell? Should we go to the hospital?"

"Should I call an ambulance?" Messiah quickly took out his phone, as if to dial the number.

Song Lingge quickly stopped her: "No need! I just have a stomachache! It's an old problem, I'll just eat something and drink some hot water and I'll be fine."

Messiah blinked and put down her phone, stammering, "Did you...did you take your medicine? Oh, no, you can't take medicine on an empty stomach..."

"I'll go see what's in the kitchen." Lu Zhao immediately got up and went into the kitchen. As soon as she opened the refrigerator, she frowned and looked back at the person surrounded by the two of them.

Given the constitution of the Spirit Race, let alone stomach disease, even stomach cancer has a high chance of self-healing. Moreover, there is no trace of stomach medicine in the first-aid kit next to the refrigerator.

Therefore, the true nature of the other party's statement is self-evident.

But since the other person wouldn't tell, she couldn't force them to.

With a sigh, she poured herself a glass of warm water, then went back, sat down in silence, and ordered takeout.

"What's wrong, Zhao? Isn't there anything to eat?" Xia Zhifei asked, puzzled. "You can make something yourself if you want."

She looked up at Song Lingge, who was wrapped in a blanket next to her. "The fridge is full of beer. I think I'll just order takeout."

The kitchen showed no signs of use, suggesting that the owner of the house probably didn't know how to cook.

The fact that she never lifts a finger to do housework does fit Song Lingge's persona as a rich young lady.

Fortunately, even if she's a rich girl, she at least knows how to boil water.

She looked at the water glass in front of her, feeling a little helpless.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Still a Heartwarming Daily Life

He placed the warm water in front of Song Lingge and asked, "Would you like some?"

Song Lingge stared at her blankly for a while before taking the water glass and taking a sip. "Didn't anyone do any missions today?"

“Everyone is worried about you while you’re gone,” Lu Zhao said, staring at her intently.

Song Lingge was clearly taken aback for a moment, then a smile appeared on her lips. She tilted her head back and drank the water in her cup in one gulp, replying gently, "I understand. I will return to the team as soon as possible."

“No need,” Lu Zhao shook his head. “Get some rest. You’ve had a tough time these past few days. We’ll stay here with you.”

"But the mission..."

“There’s no mission, just one team.” She interrupted Song Lingge decisively, her dark eyes filled with seriousness.

"Ah Zhao is right, our team is a whole!" Xia Zhifei nodded vigorously and put his arm around her shoulder. "We're all with you today. Don't think about going back to the team. Just rest well and get better soon!"

Messiah opened his mouth, but found he couldn't think of anything cheesy to say, so he scratched the back of his head and said, "Then I'll clean up. Don't worry, I was the logistics committee member in junior high, so I can clean very well!"

"Alright, do you think I'd let you clean alone?" Lu Zhao chuckled and patted her shoulder, placing his phone (which had already been used to order takeout) on the table. He reminded Xia Zhifei to answer the phone, then pulled Messiah along to the storage room.

As soon as Messiah found the mop and broom, she couldn't help but whisper in Lu Zhao's ear, "Captain, is it Sister Song's family coming again?"

She was taken aback. "Family?"

"Yes, as Sister Song mentioned before, her family has always disagreed with her moving out, and they call her every few days to ask her to come back. They might even come to her door this time."

Looking at Messiah's serious expression, Lu Zhao pursed her lips slightly. To be honest, she really didn't know anything about Song Lingge's family, and she didn't have any impression of them.

"Her family treats her badly?" she asked tentatively.

Messiah stroked his chin. "It's not that it's bad, but you should know, Captain, that the power struggles in those wealthy and powerful families are incredibly complex. Sister Song probably moved out because she didn't like that kind of atmosphere."

Goodness, they're from a wealthy and powerful family.

Lu Zhao blinked. Beside her, Xia Zhifei also came from a musical family, but it couldn't be called a wealthy family. It would be more appropriate to describe it as a family of refined people. Although there were many people in the family, there weren't many twists and turns. Overall, it was a very healthy family. Otherwise, Xia Zhifei wouldn't have been raised to be so pure and lovely.

Moreover, most artists are pure of heart, so there is not much intrigue and backstabbing. Even if Xia Zhifei awakens as a spirit, he is only removed from the core, and all other daily necessities are readily available.

This body actually came from a decent family background from the beginning, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to be on good terms with the Xia family. It was only after that accident that things turned out the way they are now.

A true elite family...

In my mind, she was the kind of person who schemed and plotted against others, and would do anything for profit. Judging from Song Lingge's personality, she must be extremely disgusted with that kind of environment. She was silent for a moment before saying, "We don't need to ask her yet, because she won't tell us anyway. Just keep an eye on her condition for me, and let me know immediately if anything seems amiss."

“I know!” Messiah nodded solemnly and walked out with the mops and brooms.

Only Lu Zhao remained in the same spot, his brow furrowed in deep thought.

Generally speaking, if players want to romance a character, they have to complete that character's storyline. So, this should be the core backstory of Song Lingge.

Is the main storyline about to begin?

Wenruo seems to have a good impression of her during this time. Several days have passed since her awakening, so it's time for her to bring up the matter of whether she wants to intern at the Spirit Management Bureau.

Lately, she has been wandering around the university town, not only to practice at the martial arts gym, but also to patrol the area to see if any suspicious spirits have appeared.

In her memory, the female protagonist chose a route to start the game because she was caught up in an incident involving the villainous organization.

However... it seems the villainous organization is not making any moves, but the female lead is about to be won over by her.

She walked out of the storage room with a heavy heart and saw Xia Zhifei still talking gently to Song Lingge in the living room. She smiled and felt a lot less pressure in her heart.

In any case, the current situation is favorable to her, and she just needs to proceed slowly in the established direction.

At most five years. The longest game timeline is only five years, so she only needs five years to go home.

She let out a long breath, smiled, and walked out. "I see there's no food at home, so why don't I go out and buy some to stock up?"

“No, no need to trouble yourself,” Song Lingge stood up, biting her lower lip lightly, a blush rising on her pale face. “I can’t cook…”

"Then let A-Zhao cook for you. Anyway, she's always running to the martial arts gym when she has nothing to do. If she can find some time to cook, it shouldn't be a problem." Xia Zhifei said, making a face at her.

"Yes, yes, I can come over and cook, but if you're home alone, you'll have to order takeout." Lu Zhao smiled mischievously.

"No! Then I want to eat at Sister Song's house every day!" The young lady raised her eyebrows and exuded a domineering aura.

Lu Zhao had no choice but to surrender: "Fine, fine, you win! I'll go buy groceries to cook lunch, Messiah will stay home and clean, and you..."

"It's also very important for me to talk to Sister Song!"

She suppressed a laugh, utterly speechless at the two rich young ladies, and obediently went out to buy groceries.

"Honestly," Xia Zhifei said, finally managing to get Lu Zhao out to buy groceries before helping Song Lingge sit down with a disgruntled look on her face. "Zhao is always like this, always arguing with me!"

Most importantly, she could never win an argument with others and could only rely on her own aura to win, which was extremely embarrassing for the young lady.

Song Lingge covered her mouth and chuckled, "This shows that you two have a good relationship."

“My relationship with Sister Song is just as good!” Xia Zhifei leaned on her shoulder and said defiantly.

Just as the two of them were chatting, Messiah staggered out of the toilet carrying a bucket of water, his face dark as he shouted, "Hey! Aren't you going to help me?!"