Chapter 13: Empathetic Experience – Mr. Xie’s Heart is Stirring

    Shen Hua watched Xia Ran’s expression, feeling a bad premonition. Amidst the enthusiastic sales pitches of the vendors, Shen Hua pulled Xia Ran into a secluded corner and whispered, “Boss, you’re not really going to buy it, are you?”

    Xia Ran: “Is there a problem?”

    Shen Hua choked.

    Xia Ran’s expression was genuinely puzzled. He was truly asking where the problem lay.

    The key was that Shen Hua didn’t even know how to explain.

    Because he felt there were major problems everywhere!

    An Infinite Flow instance, a mysterious embroidery shop mistress, leftover red cloth – it was packed with suspense and horror elements!

    Shen Hua: “Boss, you’re not planning to buy this cloth as a gift for Mr. Xie, are you?”

    Xia Ran nodded.

    Shen Hua: “…”

    Oh, never mind then.

    He worried for nothing.

    If this cloth really had some problem, wasn’t the Boss’s move just fighting magic with magic?

    After all, Mr. Xie was the most terrifying final BOSS!

    Although, so far, Mr. Xie seemed quite amiable.

    But that was only to Xia Ran.

    But how could a final BOSS really be one hundred percent friendly to humans?

    Shen Hua just felt that Mr. Xie’s attitude towards the Boss was particularly special.

    Anyway, it wasn’t like that with the Head Chef.

    As for whether giving a problematic piece of fabric to Mr. Xie would anger the BOSS…

    Shen Hua didn’t think so.

    He felt that no matter what the Boss gave, Mr. Xie would happily accept it.

    After Shen Hua’s attitude relaxed, Xia Ran went over and paid.

    The currency in the instance was naturally earned by players working at Sui Yuan Ju. In order to buy a gift for Xie He, Xia Ran had even specially asked the butler for an advance on his salary.

    Fortunately, the vendor said that because the embroidery shop heiress died in childbirth wearing a red dress made from this fabric, the people of Fenghuang Village felt the scraps left by the heiress were unlucky, so the price was relatively cheap.

    The vendor’s words even subtly implied a contemptuous feeling that Xia Ran was being ripped off.

    But Xia Ran didn’t catch on.

    Vendor: “Then I wish the guest good luck.”

    Which ordinary vendor would say such unlucky words when doing business?

    Shen Hua’s eyes suddenly widened.

    This fabric really had problems!

    He looked at Xia Ran, and found that Xia Ran was still terrifyingly calm.

    The vendor, because he didn’t get a panicked reaction from Xia Ran, instead seemed a little dissatisfied and awkward.

    Shen Hua instantly felt deeply respectful.

    Was this the aura of a Boss?!

    He would be like this in the future too. At least, he couldn’t show weakness in front of these NPCs with ulterior motives.

    In reality, Xia Ran really didn’t understand.

    He usually shopped online at home, and when he went out shopping, he would bring an extroverted friend to do the talking for him.

    Xia Ran hadn’t had direct contact with the outside world since middle school. Therefore, although he realized that something was wrong, the idea was vague, making it impossible for Xia Ran to grasp the key.

    So he nodded very seriously and said, “Thank you.”

    Although “good luck” didn’t sound like a good thing.

    But what if the person hadn’t read much? It was best not to dwell on such written terms.

    Vendor: “…”

    It felt like punching cotton.

    Having gone back and forth in the instance for so many years, for the first time, the vendor had the feeling of being unable to breathe because of a human player’s airy words.

    He looked at Xia Ran suspiciously, suspecting that this guy was being sarcastic. Xia Ran’s appearance was really too deceptive. His features were strikingly handsome, with a hint of aggressiveness. It was hard to think of him as harmlessly uncomprehending.

    As expected, he was deliberately making trouble!

    Xia Ran: “?”

    Xia Ran frowned slightly.

    He thought this transaction should be over.

    But why did this vendor still have a hesitant expression?

    Were there any more polite words to say next?

    He wasn’t good at that. Could he get Shen Hua to come?

    Fortunately, at this time, One-Eye returned, breaking the awkward staring contest.

    The tall man carried a basket of vegetables in his left hand and a few skewers of meat in his right.

    Clearly, he had an aura that was somewhat detached and otherworldly, yet he was so mundane, thus highlighting a bit of comicality.

    Shen Hua’s attention was drawn to him: “You really bought something?”

    One-Eye: “Otherwise, what? Should I commit murder and arson?”

    Shen Hua: “…”

    That’s what he thought.

    Although he knew that this “One-Eye” wasn’t that idiot who died in the lake. But who asked this imposter to wear that guy’s skin?

    Shen Hua naturally carried some prejudice.

    “Sorry,” Shen Hua said dryly, “Why didn’t you ask me to do the mission together?”

    One-Eye said contemptuously, “You guys are too slow.”

    Shen Hua: “…”

    Okay, still very annoying!

    Shen Hua: “Ahem, speaking of which, after being colleagues for so many days, I still don’t know your name.”

    Xia Ran also turned to look at One-Eye.

    He was relatively socially awkward, and also reluctant to have any dealings with people like One-Eye.

    But college students loved to join in the fun. Xia Ran wanted to watch the drama a bit.

    After all, Shen Hua and the real/fake One-Eye had a deep connection.

    One-Eye: “Fu Qu.”

    Shen Hua: “I’m called Shen Hua.”

    He suddenly realized that Fu Qu might really be different from the original idiot. At least, honestly browsing the vegetable market and purchasing groceries seemed quite stable.

    Perhaps it wouldn’t be impossible to get along well in the future.

    Exchanging names meant the beginning of breaking the ice.

    That’s what Shen Hua thought.

    Fu Qu frowned instead: “Of course I know your name.”

    He still had a sour face, with “you’re talking nonsense” written all over his eyes.

    Shen Hua: “…”

    Shen Hua gradually returned to being expressionless: “Oh.”

    Could he really get along well with this guy?!

    Xia Ran looked at Fu Qu, then looked at Shen Hua.

    He subtly sensed something was wrong.

    But he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was wrong.

    Fu Qu looked at Xia Ran again: “What did you buy?”

    Xia Ran: “Ah… I…”

    He was suddenly called out of the blue.

    And by a completely unfamiliar player.

    That social anxiety of Xia Ran’s surged up fiercely.

    So he also successfully turned back into a poker face.

    “Nothing,” he said, “Just a small gift.”

    Shen Hua: “.”

    Was he referring to a gift that might come with death conditions?

    Fu Qu said incredulously, “Gift?”

    Xia Ran said shyly, “For Mr. Xie.”

    Fu Qu: “?”

    Was it the final BOSS he was thinking of?

    Fu Qu: “Respect and blessings.”

    Xia Ran: “?”

    They didn’t linger in Fenghuang Village for too long.

    After all, the butler had repeatedly hinted that they should return to Sui Yuan Ju as soon as possible.

    That’s what Fu Qu and Shen Hua thought.

    Xia Ran simply wanted to see Mr. Xie sooner.

    Mr. Xie’s face was like three autumns apart after just one day!

    After returning to Sui Yuan Ju, Fu Qu and Shen Hua went to turn in their mission.

    After a brief ice-breaking exchange, Shen Hua wasn’t too afraid of being alone with Fu Qu anymore.

    Xia Ran detoured to the Bamboo Pavilion to deliver the gift to Xie He.

    Arriving in front of the Bamboo Pavilion, he found the child who was suspected to be Xie He’s “younger brother.”

    The boy stood there, staring straight at Xia Ran.

    Xia Ran’s footsteps paused.

    He gave him a smile.

    Ah, looking at him like this, he really looked like Mr. Xie.

    He was practically a younger version of him.

    “You went out to buy something?” the boy asked, then seemed to think his attitude wasn’t very friendly, so he softened his tone and said, “Brother?”

    Xia Ran: “!”

    He finally heard that “brother.”

    A white-haired beautiful boy calling him “brother” was too cute!

    Xia Ran couldn’t help but give him a smile.

    “I’m really sorry about last time. I didn’t know you were allergic to pollen,” Xia Ran said. “Do you want a gift? I’ll make it up to you next time.”

    Boy: “…”

    He wasn’t allergic to pollen!

    Little Xie He looked at Xia Ran with a strange expression.

    After the soul split, the connection between the memories and emotions of these fragments and the main body was intermittent. Little Xie He only knew that the main body was very preferential to the human player in front of him.

    But he didn’t know exactly what Xia Ran had done to the main body.

    Little Xie He said, “So this time you bought a gift for… my brother?”

    Xia Ran took out a piece of red cloth.

    “I wanted to make clothes for Mr. Xie!”

    Little Xie He fell into deep thought, looking at the fabric full of resentment.

    He wondered, did this human player really not want to harm the main body?

    Was his own brain broken? Leaving such unstable factors by his side?

    Little Xie He: “Ah, then I wish my brother good luck.”

    Xia Ran: “?”

    Was this some strange blessing in the game?

    Xia Ran: “Is there anything you like?”

    The boy was suddenly silent for a moment after being asked this question.

    Immediately afterwards, he looked at Xia Ran and showed a slight smile.

    It was actually very similar to Xie He’s usual business smile.

    “What my brother likes is what I like,” Little Xie He deliberately said. “Brother, are you willing to give me a piece of this fabric?”

    The boy’s voice hadn’t completely matured, floating in the cool evening breeze with a clear and pleasant quality.

    The upturned ending note hid a hook of mischief.

    Xia Ran shook his head decisively: “No way.”

    Although Mr. Xie’s brother was very cute, how could he compare to the real Mr. Xie!

    Little Xie He said in surprise, “Why not?”

    In his mind, he and Xie He were the same being.

    Xia Ran: “Well, I can give you something different next time.”

    Little Xie He was a little unconvinced: “Then what kind of gifts do you give my brother?”

    Xia Ran: “Roses, sachets made from dried roses, originally there were rose cakes, but you ate them…”

    Little Xie He: “…”

    What?!

    Was he crazy!

    This human had already given poisonous roses to poison him, and the main body hadn’t gone crazy yet?

    Xia Ran: “If you like…”

    Little Xie He: “Then I’d rather not.”

    The boy finished this sentence quickly, then realized that the meaning might be misleading.

    So he raised his head somewhat haughtily.

    “Then brother, you can give me something different next time.”

    The sound of a wheelchair rolling came from behind Xia Ran.

    He turned his head and saw Xie He.

    When he turned back, the boy had already disappeared.

    Xia Ran: “…”

    He felt that the two of them were a little at odds.

    Xie He: “Seeing you standing foolishly downstairs all alone, why didn’t you come up?”

    Xia Ran: “I just met Mr. Xie’s brother.”

    Xie He: “He wanted to ask you for a gift?”

    Xia Ran: “Mr. Xie really knows everything!”

    “It’s okay, give whatever you want,” Xie He said, “Anyway…”

    It was all him.

    Xie He coughed a few more times.

    Xia Ran quickly said, “Mr. Xie, should we go back to the Bamboo Pavilion?”

    Xie He: “Where’s my gift?”

    Xia Ran was stunned.

    He pursed his lips somewhat embarrassedly.

    He felt that Mr. Xie asking for a gift was a bit childish.

    Too cute.

    “I bought a piece of fabric, I wanted to make clothes for Mr. Xie.” Xia Ran honestly handed the red fabric to Xie He.

    Xie He: “…”

    He fell into contemplation, looking at the fabric full of resentment.

    He looked at Xia Ran subtly, and sighed silently.

    Oh well, it wasn’t the first time.

    But Xie He still had a certain sense of crisis.

    “You’re going to make me long johns again?” Xie He said with a smile.

    Xia Ran: “Mm!”

    Xie He: “…”

    He was serious.

    Mr. Xie almost couldn’t hold back the expression on his face.

    He modestly covered the corner of his mouth with his hand.

    Then he said, “Give it to me, I can tailor clothes.”

    Xia Ran said in shock, “Mr. Xie can even do this?”

    Xie He smiled, “My wet nurse was a weaver at an embroidery shop. She liked to make her own clothes even after coming to the manor, I just learned by watching.”

    He carefully looked Xia Ran up and down.

    “This fabric isn’t enough for me,” Xie He said, “Let me make you a new outfit.”

    The young man always wore the bland mass-produced employee uniform.

    Xie He felt it was a bit of a pity.

    Beautiful birds should have gorgeous feathers.

    Xia Ran would look good wearing a red long gown.

    Xia Ran quickly said, “This is my gift for Mr. Xie.”

    How could it be putting the cart before the horse!

    Xie He smiled: “You giving me a gift makes me happy. Seeing you wearing the clothes I made will only make me even happier. Isn’t this killing two birds with one stone?”

    Xia Ran: “Is that… so?”

    The young man was quickly coaxed into a daze by the high-level Mr. Xie in a few words.

    After Xia Ran sent Xie He back to the study, he returned to the staff dormitory to sleep.

    He lay on the bed and slept peacefully.

    Not long after, a white-haired boy climbed in from the window.

    Little Xie He slowly climbed to Xia Ran’s side and lay down.

    The young man put him in his arms like last night.

    Little Xie He thought silently.

    He didn’t want to be some childish rag doll.

    The main body didn’t know what kind of bewitching drug he was fed by this guy.

    He still had to watch out for unstable players.

    He was just waiting for an opportunity to strike when the humans were most vulnerable.

    Yes, he had his own plan.

    This was just a part of his rhythm.

    Little Xie He silently pressed against the young man’s chest and slowly closed his eyes.

    Xie He, who was threading a needle, stopped moving.

    As if sensing something, a blush suddenly appeared on his pale face.

    His expression gradually became strange.

    This soul fragment had actually been doing this every night for the past few days.

    Xie He vaguely smelled a sweet fragrance from the young man.

    His hand trembled, and the silver needle pierced his fingertip.

    A drop of blood like a red bean flowed out.

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