She had once seen a short video about repossessed cars being sold on the grasslands. Many debtors were cunning—they’d claim to use their cars as collateral, but actually had trackers installed in them. A couple of days later, they’d sneak back and drive the pawned cars away, screwing over the creditors. One blogger directly sold the car to the grasslands, traded it for some cattle and sheep, and successfully cashed out. So, selling Sheng Sinian’s car to the grasslands was theoretically fine.
When Xu Zimo returned from breaking the formation to look for her, he saw the emptied villa and his mouth twitched hard. People in the cultivation world weren’t unfamiliar with storage spaces, but was it a bit too much for her to even take the flowerpots?
The two boarded the aircraft and quickly returned to Goose City. After sending Xu Zimo off, Shen Yunyun headed straight to Lin Mengxing’s house, lying down beside her and falling into a deep sleep. She slept until she naturally woke up, stretched, and found Lin Mengxing still asleep, ready to perform a wake-up service. But then she remembered she had to come up with a plausible excuse—how else would she explain their sudden return?
She thought for a moment, stepped out, and called Tang Yu, instructing him to come over quickly and telling him what to say and do later. Hearing Shen Yunyun’s words, Tang Yu felt that the young mistress must have done something major.
“Aren’t you two in Haicheng? When did you get back?” “Don’t ask so many questions. Just do as I say, and don’t mess it up.” “Got it,” Tang Yu agreed immediately. Whatever the young mistress asked him to do, he had to cooperate fully. Otherwise, she might bypass him and work directly with the village chief in the future—look how enthusiastically the chief was now leading people to make those pastries. Even a flour processing plant was starting up, and other related industries were taking off. The young mistress’s power was indeed as unfathomable as the rumors said.
He arrived at Lin Mengxing’s house, where Shen Yunyun had already left the door unlocked for him. Entering the bedroom, he saw both Lin Mengxing and Shen Yunyun sleeping and immediately shook Shen Yunyun, calling out anxiously, “Young mistress, young mistress, why aren’t you waking up? If you don’t wake up, I’ll have to call a doctor. Young mistress, young mistress…” He even lightly patted her face.
Shen Yunyun didn’t stir. But Lin Mengxing opened her eyes, groggy, feeling as if she’d been dreaming.
“Sister Mengxing, you’re awake? But the young mistress still isn’t,” Tang Yu said, his worried expression as real as could be.
Lin Mengxing’s memories slowly returned—the last thing before fainting was seeing Shen Yunyun collapse onto the bed. She quickly checked on her, feeling for her breath, her face turning grim.
“Yunyun, Yunyun…” Lin Mengxing joined the wake-up effort.
Shen Yunyun irritably swatted at the people disturbing her sleep, mumbling, “Stop it, I’m tired.”
Hearing her speak, Lin Mengxing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Yu did too.
“What exactly happened?” Tang Yu asked.
Lin Mengxing said, “Let her sleep here; we’ll talk outside.” She selectively told Tang Yu about their ordeal, and his face darkened severely.
“How did we get back? I remember we were kidnapped.”
Tang Yu said, “I had a tracker on the young mistress. When I couldn’t reach her after you were taken, I figured something was wrong, investigated, and secretly brought you both out.”