Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 807 - 54: Deliver the Donkey-Hide Gelatin to Commander Wang

The Amber Coffin and Red Shroud, these two Great Immortals, actually have their own old friends and acquaintances. Shen Qingxi found this rather uncanny.

As angels worshipped by the Longevity Sect—a notoriously unserious underground church—shouldn’t you be doing things that villains are supposed to do? Like going out and scaring kids or something.

But nope, one’s more of a homebody than the other.

Being homebodies is one thing, but turns out neither of them is single.

One secretly plays childhood sweetheart games, having some ambiguous monarch-sibling vibes with the Former Dynasty’s Emperor.

The other keeps a wild man outside—and for crying out loud, he’s a government officer in the Special Service Bureau.

With both of you pairing up and flying off together, have you ever considered the feelings of this lonely dog, Your Sect Hierarch?

Shen Qingxi felt utterly unbalanced inside. She wanted to make trouble.

Snatching Red Shroud’s wild man might get her killed, and clever as she is, she clearly wouldn’t act so shallowly.

But if she could capture evidence of that wild man messing around with some wild woman outside and slap it in her face, the resulting "broken defenses" expression would undoubtedly be quite splendid.

Of course, imagining narrative scenarios like this can’t serve as evidence.

For now, Shen Qingxi had no idea what Wang Yunxiao’s true relationship with He Lan was.

So step one of the plan was to get close to him.

After that, she’d stage a perfect little drama for that wild woman.

Yep, Shen Qingxi didn’t even consider making Wang Yunxiao her target.

To be fair... men who could appreciate Red Shroud’s kind of evil spirit aesthetic weren’t the type she was confident she could control.

The nature of people’s tastes is an incredibly profound philosophical problem.

Thus, she wasn’t aiming to foster a relationship with Wang Yunxiao, but rather to give He Lan some pressure—a little test to evaluate this woman’s quality.

Her request was quite reasonable, and Wang Yunxiao had no valid reason to refuse.

But he didn’t personally go accompany Shen Qingxi shopping... are you kidding me? Do you see the amount of paperwork piled on my desk?

Commander Scar Wang now had no women in his mind—only work.

Such matters could simply be handed off to Dumpling to handle; Dumpling was well-versed. Being bossed around daily by Li Mumu to buy this and fetch that had trained him to know a little about almost everything by now.

While shopping, Shen Qingxi didn’t stir up any trouble; she maintained an obedient and sensible demeanor the whole time. Meanwhile, Wang Yunxiao was too busy to pay her much attention.

By the second evening, Shen Qingxi came over carrying a small package to find Wang Yunxiao.

"Miss Shen, is there anything else? As you can see, I’m quite busy over here."

Wang Yunxiao truly was busy, tasked with compiling the identity information and home addresses of every transmigrator.

It wasn’t just about sending them back; there was also the matter of bringing people over from the other side. Where would you even start without an address?

The workload was overwhelming, given that most of the ordinary folks who’d transmigrated couldn’t even read, so he had to question them one by one.

Now, with every available person contributing, it still felt like they were barely scraping by.

"Please don’t misunderstand, Commander Wang—I’m not here to interrupt your work."

Shen Qingxi grinned, pushing the package toward Wang Yunxiao. "I noticed that most in this batch don’t look very healthy. If they start having physical issues during the deportation process, it would just create more trouble. So, I specifically bought some donkey-hide gel to help replenish their blood and energy. Consider this a little help, perhaps?"

"Miss Shen is very thoughtful."

Can donkey-hide gel really replenish energy and blood? Wang Yunxiao wasn’t too sure.

If you were in a future era, where people were all overfed and bursting with nutrients, no supplement would work.

But in this era, it was hard to say.

Besides, such donkey-hide gel wasn’t something most could afford—it was a true luxury item. Eldest Miss Shen didn’t even bat an eyelash and bought a package... seemingly about four to five pounds in weight.

If the Eldest Miss wanted to do charity, Wang Yunxiao saw no reason to refuse.

"I’ll write you a note; you can go directly to the kitchen steward."

"Alright, thank you, Commander Wang."

"I should be thanking you instead."

Eldest Miss Shen, much like Eldest Miss Li, was both beautiful and kindhearted.

Given how considerate and well-behaved she appeared, Wang Yunxiao decided to retract the negative thoughts he’d initially harbored toward her.

During dinner, Shen Qingxi had already brewed a pot of donkey-hide gel soup, adding plenty of brown sugar and red dates for nourishment purposes. The rich fragrance filled the air, making everyone drool.

Shen Qingxi didn’t actively step forward to distribute the food; she didn’t need to seek fame here.

She only waited until He Lan, holding her child, joined the queue at the stove before she slowly strolled over, pretending to peer into the pot’s remaining contents. Smiling at the soup-serving master, she said, "Could you scoop me a bowl? I’ll bring it to Commander Wang."

He Lan’s ears instantly perked up.

However, the burly, dull-witted prison kitchen master scratched his head and chuckled, "Don’t worry, Miss Shen—I’ve already set aside Commander Wang’s portion."

Shen Qingxi pouted playfully. "I bought the donkey-hide gel, and you won’t even let me personally deliver a bowl to Commander Wang?"

The master chef finally understood. "Fair! Fair! Right away!"

As for whether Commander Wang, so full of vitality and energy, needed to consume such supplements—that wasn’t something a cook needed to fret over.

Shen Qingxi took the bowl, scooped out a little with the ladle, blew gently on it, and sampled a spoonful herself.

Sweet and cloying—the sugar was overdone, and it was a little nauseating.

But this was prison; you couldn’t expect gourmet-quality cooking.

However, for these people, it should suffice—they lacked such nutrients.

He Lan, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed.

Being highly perceptive had its drawbacks.

It didn’t take much effort for her to grasp Shen Qingxi’s innuendo-laden gestures.

This scheming woman had ulterior motives!

Watching Shen Qingxi’s swaying hips as she walked away, He Lan lowered her head, refraining from making a sound, though her teeth were practically grinding into pieces.

This is my man!

Back when he was down and out, did any of you ever spare him a decent glance?

Now that he’s soaring high, you swarm in like flies... no, like bees, fluttering around to flaunt your charms.

Women under the heavens are all shameless!

I’m going to drink up every last bit of the donkey-hide gel you bought!

Fueled by this thought, He Lan boldly raised her head and told the master chef, "I’ll take two bowls!"

The chef frowned. "Your kid’s barely the size of a pea—he doesn’t count as a portion!"

"I’ve got another one in my belly! Make it two bowls! If not, I’m heading straight to Commander Wang!"

"Alright, alright—take two, you feisty young woman. Just know that if your weak constitution can’t handle this and you end up bleeding from over-supplementing, don’t blame me for not warning you!"

Back on her makeshift bedding, He Lan grew more and more dejected as she thought about it, her eyes gradually reddening.

As her emotions plummeted, footsteps approached her from the side.

"So, you’re He Lan."

She looked up, only to see Shen Qingxi’s radiant grin and the faint dimples at the corners of her lips.