Chapter 109

Translator : Mukyuu

Editor : Mikyuu

Xiang Wenxun had just felt the warmth from Wang Xiaoming’s palms when his surroundings shifted and he saw the top of Chu Zhao’s head.

Chu Zhao looked up. “…”

“…”

Chu Zhao reached up and pressed a hand to his nose, calmly informing the man, “President Xiang, this is the restroom.”

Xiang Wenxun turned around and walked out, unperturbed. “Not a problem. Practice makes perfect. I’ve had lots of practice.”

Chu Zhao, “…”

Wang Xiaoming glanced at where Xiang Wenxun had been sitting before he vanished and slowly withdrew his hand, wearily saying, “Baal…”

Baal glanced at him and then turned his face away.

There were some topics where further discussion would not be productive. After all, everybody had their own opinions that they refused to budge on.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth and thought about it for a long time before saying, “At least warn them before you do anything.” That would at least reduce his sense of guilt by a little bit.

Baal pressed his lips together. “Waste of time.”

The doorbell rang.

Wang Xiaoming stood up in surprise to go and open the door. “Who could it be?”

Baal glanced in the direction of the door and muttered to himself, “Still too close.”

Wang Xiaoming opened his door; it was Xiang Wenxun, again.

“President Xiang?”

“I remembered something that I hadn’t done.” Xiang Wenxun’s expression was placid.

Wang Xiaoming stepped aside with a dry chuckle.

Xiang Wenxun returned to his seat as if nothing had happened, picked up his drink from the coffee table,and slowly took a sip. “I didn’t have my glass of water.”

…

That reason was…

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, puzzled.

“Also,” Xiang Wenxun set down the tea cup and looked up at Wang Xiaoming, “your college classmate called the company, looking for you.”

“Company?” Wang Xiaoming was confused.

Xiang Wenxun clarified, “The company you’re supposedly interning at. One of my trading companies.”

Wang Xiaoming just managed to recall it. “What did he say?”

Xiang Wenxun answered, “He said your mother had called the school, looking for you. She seemed to be very agitated.”

“Mom?” All sorts of feelings instantly welled up in Wang Xiaoming’s heart.

“If you have the time, call home.” Xiang Wenxun stood up and said with a smile, “I’ll have a welcome back dinner for you two at the restaurant tonight. Mr. Baal, please do attend.”

Baal raised an eyebrow but didn’t refuse.

After Xiang Wenxun left, Wang Xiaoming still maintained his original position.

“Do you want to make a call?” Though Baal didn’t have a mother, he knew what family meant to humans.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated. “I haven’t called home in a very long time.”

Baal saw the hesitation on Wang Xiaoming’s face and asked with a frown, “You’re afraid?”

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his hands back and forth. “A little bit.”

“Why?” Baal couldn’t understand it. “She may be your mother, but she’s a human, isn’t she?”

…

That was the root of the problem.

How could he tell his mother— Mom, I’m sorry I haven’t called all this time because I went to France a little while ago and made a side trip to the Kindred Realm and turned myself into a Kindred that can turn into a bat and summon bats at any moment.

…

Before his mom passed out, she would absolutely send him to the psych ward.

Baal hypothesized, “You don’t want her to know you’ve turned into a Kindred.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded. Most people could accept the appearance of words like “vampire” or “fallen angels” in novels or movies. But they would absolutely not accept their presence in reality. Without a doubt, his parents and older brother definitely belonged to the majority.

“Then don’t mention it.” Baal didn’t think this was a difficult problem.

Wang Xiaoming scratched his head in frustration. “But they will get old.” And he wouldn’t.

Baal said, “If you turn them into Kindreds, they won’t get old.” Since they were Wang Xiaoming’s family, Baal would be willing to consider sharing a bit of Wang Xiaoming’s blood with them. Of course, where Wang Xiaoming’s own body had come from was not something that he considered at all.

“I’ve actually thought about this question for a while.” When it came to deciding whether to become a Kindred or not, it wasn’t just the eternal life that troubled him, but also the end to his current affairs. But in the end, he chose a path that followed his heart. “I think,” he paused and made the decision, “I’ll take care of them from a distance.”

That way, he wouldn’t bring his misfortune upon them and they wouldn’t discover that he had become a Kindred who couldn’t age. Plus, he could also perform his filial duties.

Wang Xiaoming felt the burdens on his body lighten the instant he cleared his thoughts.

Baal was very satisfied with Wang Xiaoming’s decision. From his point of view, the fewer people that bothered them the better. After all, snapping fingers every day could be hard work.

After Wang Xiaoming cleared his head, he couldn’t wait a moment more before running to the phone and making the call.

But he didn’t speak more than two sentences before, his face changed drastically and he shouted, “I’ll be right back!”

Baal watched as Wang Xiaoming hurriedly set down the phone and his face paled. He couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?”

There was a tremble in Wang Xiaoming’s voice as he answered, “My older brother fell down the stairs and broke his leg.”

Baal replied uncaringly, “As long as his neck isn’t broken, it’s not a big deal.”

“But he’s about to get married.”

Baal’s attitude relaxed more. “Then he can get married in a wheelchair.” It’d be energy conserving.

Wang Xiaoming’s expression became more and more upset. “But the bride is four months pregnant.”

…

Aside from breaking his leg, which perhaps counted as bad news, the other two counted as good news, didn’t they?

Baal asked with a frown, “What’s the point?”

Wang Xiaoming said softly, “They need money and help.”

Baal glared at him and demanded, “Don’t tell me, you are going to send them money and go help them?”

“I have money now.” The first of the two hundred thousand dollars has been transferred to his account and he had become rich overnight.

“Who was it that just said he’d take care of them from afar?” Baal’s eyes practically had “objection” written all over them.

Wang Xiaoming gave a pleading smile. “Help them out up close first and then take care of them from afar.”

Baal’s face turned dark.

“At least until my brother’s leg gets better. Everyone only gets married once in their life, and it should be perfect.” Wang Xiaoming kept his head lowered. “I haven’t gone back in many years. If I don’t go back during these few years, I may never have the chance to go back.”

Baal’s face went from a thunderstorm to a light sprinkle.

Wang Xiaoming’s tone became even more dejected. “And I definitely can’t stay more than a few days. They’ll probably realize very quickly that the side effects of my presence are greater than the medicine’s effect.”

Baal said in a pissed off voice, “If you have the time to self-flagellate, you should go buy a ticket.”

Wang Xiaoming looked up and his eyes lit up the instant they landed on Baal and he flung himself onto Baal’s lap. Wang Xiaoming said with overflowing joy, “You agreed!”

Baal gave a cold snort. “Let’s hope your streak of misfortune doesn’t fail you.”

Wang Xiaoming, “…”

The welcome home dinner became a sending-off party.

Wang Xiaoming and Baal only stayed at the Silver House for a night before starting another journey.

Since Wang Xiaoming’s hometown was in a distant part of the province with no direct flights, Xiang Wenxun suggested that a driver take them. But the end result was—

Wang Xiaoming and Baal were sitting in the driver’s and passenger’s sides of the car, respectively.

Xiang Wenxun looked at them worriedly. “You guys really don’t need a driver?”

“I have a driver’s license,” Wang Xiaoming answered as he touched the car here and there out of curiosity.

Xiang Wenxun breathed a silent sigh of relief. “When did you take the test?” Though nowadays, having a driver’s license didn’t necessarily mean being able to drive, at least he wouldn’t get arrested for driving without a license.

“A couple days ago. The Kindred gave it to me.” Wang Xiaoming patted the bag he was carrying. His personal ID and driver’s license were in there, along with anything else he’d need. From that, it was clear the Kindred had the process down pat.

…

Xiang Wenxun asked, “So you haven’t actually learned?”

Wang Xiaoming answered, “I’ve driven cars in games.”

“…” Xiang Wenxun asked once again, “You two really don’t need a driver?”

Baal suddenly snapped his fingers.

The car that had been parked in front of Xiang Wenxun vanished into thin air and then reappeared behind him.

…

Xiang Wenxun nodded. “I’m not worried anymore.”

“Then we’re setting off!” Wang Xiaoming pulled on the clutch excitedly, put it into gear, and then pressed the accelerator…

Xiang Wenxun watched as the car drove off at a steady pace and he was about to turn around when he heard the sound of emergency brakes and saw the car come back to him in reverse.

“What is it?” His expression was utterly calm.

Wang Xiaoming stuck his head out of the car. “I forgot to tell you goodbye. Thank you for the car, bye!”

“Bye,” Xiang Wenxun said and then the scene in front of him changed and he found himself standing in the office.

He sighed and walked over to the window, watching the black Audi follow the road in front of the Silver House and slowly disappear into the traffic. He couldn’t help but murmur, “I actually wanted to go back to the dorms.”

The door was pushed open and the secretary paused when she saw him.

President Xu plastered a fake smile on his face as he said from behind her, “Didn’t you say that President Xiang wasn’t here?”

The secretary stood awkwardly on the spot. She had made sure that he wasn’t there a moment ago and she hadn’t seen him come in from the outside, but the situation didn’t allow her to deny it.

Xiang Wenxun said with a smile, “There’s a secret tunnel in my room.”

President Xu looked at him dubiously.

On the highway, every car drove like they were chasing the wind.

But the most eye-catching one was a black Audi. While the other cars chased the wind, they did so at a pace that was appropriate for a car. But this multi-purpose vehicle was being driven like a Formula 1 race car.

Especially when it drifted into the gas station, it inspired the gas station workers to applaud.

Baal was quite used to the speed.

When they had participated in the Sacrificial Night of Fresh Blood, the first task in the amusement park had been several times this speed.

As expected, when Wang Xiaoming stepped out of the car, he was neither flushed nor breathing hard, as if he had been riding nothing faster than a tricycle.

They finished getting gas and his phone rang.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the phone to find that it was President Xiang.

“I forgot to remind you,” President Xiang said lightly, “there’s a speed limit on the highways. The fastest speed is 120 km/hr and the slowest is 60km/hr.”

Wang Xiaoming fell silent for a while before saying, “I’ve only driven for half an hour. If I don’t drive the rest of the hour, can we average it?”

“… I’ll pay the fine.”