102. Come in.
“We had an agreement before.” Su Zeheng lowered his head. “Zhou Bin is dead, I lost, and I’m willing to accept the punishment.”
“…” He remained silent, looking at the other person for a few moments.
Wen Han’s lips curled up, giving a cold smile. “Uncle, you really want to wash my underwear that much?”
“No!” Su Zeheng quickly spoke. “Apart from… apart from washing underwear and doing bad things, I can agree to one of your conditions!”
“Oh?” Wen Han frowned. “So proactive? Is there something fishy going on?”
“I admit defeat, but I promise it won’t happen again!”
“Is that so?” Wen Han sneered. “Then, you owe me a favor, right?”
Su Zeheng hesitated for a moment and nodded. “Yes! As long as it’s not a bad thing.”
“Alright!”
With a deep sigh, Wen Han walked in front of Su Zeheng and suddenly grinned.
“Take good care of yourself, Uncle!”
“…Huh?”
“This is my condition!” Wen Han’s smile was like a flower in spring. “Take good care of yourself, okay? Don’t get sick! Otherwise, where will I find such a formidable opponent?”
“…” Su Zeheng fell silent.
He stared blankly at the innocent yet sinister witch before him, suddenly falling into a long silence, unable to think of anything.
When he came back to his senses, Wen Han was already gone.
“Take good care of yourself?” he muttered to himself, suddenly reaching out to touch his heart. “Me…?”
…
“The mission is finally complete.”
On her way home, Wen Han pondered thoughtfully.
Although the mission was completed, she felt a little unhappy at this moment.
She didn’t know why, perhaps it was this slight confusion that made her feel puzzled and panicked.
“My witch assistant, what are you thinking about?”
“Huh?” The voice beside her made her instantly snap back to reality. “Lin Wuju?”
Lin Wuju was jogging next to her in sports clothes, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What are you here for?” She immediately became alert.
“I came to congratulate you. Although you missed Zhao Mengsheng, you successfully reclaimed Zhou Bin’s soul.” Lin Wuju stopped running. “However… it seems my little witch has been poisoned by the Light Magic Society.”
“?” Wen Han instantly turned cold. “Little Lin, hermaphrodite…”
“Rotten ass.” Lin Wuju spoke first. “It’s already rotten, just wait a bit longer.”
“Hmph!”
“I told you to be careful of people from the Light Magic Society, especially Su Zeheng,” Lin Wuju continued. “Even though you won this time, you were also shaken.”
“…No.” Wen Han crossed her arms. “I was just considering something.”
“Oh? What?”
Wen Han turned her head seductively. “I was considering what kind of girl you would like.”
“You were actually thinking about this?” Lin Wuju smiled slightly. “I like gentle girls.”
“Really?” Wen Han pouted in frustration. “Then, Little Lin, can you tell me how to be a gentle girl?”
The two exchanged glances, each harboring ulterior motives, and smiled.
…
Light Magic Society.
“Zhao Mengsheng has been imprisoned. But that’s fine too; he received his due punishment, and he’s relatively safe in the detention center, away from the Recycling Station.”
Old Chen tapped on the keyboard and then turned around.
“Old Su? Old Su?”
Seeing that calling several times did not work, he exchanged glances with his colleagues.
Since Zhou Bin’s death, Su Zeheng has often been in a daze.
The others looked at each other, then approached him.
“Old Su!” Fat Brother hugged Su Zeheng. “What are you thinking about?”
“Huh?” Su Zeheng suddenly woke up, then smiled faintly. “I was just thinking… maybe I played a part in Zhou Bin being harvested.”
“Huh?”
“I hoped he could recognize his mistakes, face them, and apologize to Xu Fang. If he does, he wouldn’t be tempted and would be safe. But the Recycling Station took advantage of this, making his guilt explode, and thus… they won.”
“It’s not your fault,” Old Chen shook his head. “Zhou Bin was never anything good, and he deserved to die.”
“Such words can come from anyone’s mouth, but not ours,” Su Zeheng shook his head. “Because our identities mean we cannot have such thoughts; otherwise, everything would fall apart just like when no one upholds the law.”
“Yes.” Old Chen lowered his head in shame. “I just said it offhandedly… oh, Old Su! Don’t look so gloomy.”
“…Yeah!”
With a heavy sigh, Su Zeheng soon let go of his worries.
Since the facts were already set, there was no point in worrying anymore.
All he could do was prevent other victims from being harvested by the Recycling Station in the future.
If Wen Han could turn over a new leaf, it would be even better; not only would she be saved, but it would also weaken the Recycling Station!
“By the way…”
Thinking of Wen Han, he immediately snapped back to reality.
“Um…” Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Su Zeheng scratched his head uncomfortably. “Has anyone seen my rice cooker?”
…
Night.
“Little Duck, you can bully the big gray wolf!”
In the living room, Little Yuan sat on a yoga mat, holding two animal toys and playing house.
Beside her on the sofa, Wen Han lowered her head, her long hair cascading past her knees.
She was trimming her nails with nail clippers, completely focused.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang, causing the mother and daughter to exchange glances.
“Mom, someone’s here!” Little Yuan’s round eyes looked towards the door.
Wen Han frowned, put down the nail clippers, and walked barefoot to the peephole.
“Huh?”
The door creaked open.
“Uncle, why are you here?”
The door wide open, Su Zeheng stood outside, smiling with his hands behind his back.
This smile sent chills down Wen Han’s spine, and she looked disgusted. “What… do you want?”
“Guess what I brought?”
“…Rice cooker?”
“Uh…” Su Zeheng’s smile instantly faded, and he awkwardly nodded. “How did you know?”
“Otherwise?” Wen Han rolled her eyes. “Uncle, half of the rice cooker is sticking out, and I’m not blind!”
“Uh…” Su Zeheng laughed helplessly and held out the rice cooker. “Here! It’s fixed!”
Wen Han glanced at him, picked up the rice cooker, and was about to close the door.
At this moment, she noticed a small figure standing at the entrance, blocking her movement.
“Hey?!” The tiny body showed great doubt.
Little Yuan widened her eyes and exclaimed, “Uncle Mingcheng? Why are you here?!”
“I came to play with you!” Su Zeheng smiled gently, squatting down and pinching Little Yuan’s cheek. “Has Mingcheng been bullying you lately? If he does, tell me!”
“No!” Little Yuan shook her head, then grabbed Su Zeheng’s hand and stumbled inside. “Teacher taught us that if guests come, we should politely invite them in! Uncle Mingcheng, let’s sit on the sofa!”
“Uh…” Being led inside by Little Yuan, Su Zeheng hesitantly looked at Wen Han.
Wen Han coldly watched him, then glanced at her daughter and sighed in resignation.
“Tch… Come in—~!”
