The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 126 - : Wealthy Fan

Chapter 126 -126: Wealthy Fan

Qin Yu didn’t answer; the nightmare originated from that car accident, to be precise, from that face shattered by the impact.

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It was the first time he had witnessed someone die so horrifically up close—the blood splattered on his face and, since then, those bloody images frequently haunted his dreams.

Ironically, the real cause of the car accident was a severed brake line, and the main culprit was the person who died the most tragically.

His mother, the orchestrator of the accident, intended to take him and his father with her. Death wasn’t a release for her but a twisted form of revenge.

Yet, for some reason, at the moment of the accident, she suddenly shielded him with her body.

That was how he survived.

The sole survivor of the accident—was it fate’s favor, or a moment of mercy from the executioner on the brink of death?

Qin Yu never understood why that woman, who had babbled about hating him for over a decade, saved him.

Unfortunately, he would never have the answer in this lifetime.

Because she was already dead.

Qin Yu lowered his gaze, threw off the blanket, got up, and stood by the bed, his broad and tall silhouette facing away from Ah Da and said,

“It’s late, you should go back.”

“Oh,” Ah Da replied, hugging her panda plush as she got off the bed and put on her shoes. She had just taken a few steps when she suddenly remembered something.

Seeing her turn around, Qin Yu’s steps towards the bathroom paused. “Is there anything else?”

Ah Da bit her lip, her voice weak and cautious, “Are you still angry?”

Qin Yu’s expression momentarily stiffened.

Ah Da continued, “During dinner, you were angry, right? I’ve already transferred the money to you, but there’s a limit to WeChat transfers, so I’ll pay you back in installments…”

As she spoke, Ah Da started feeling guilty because Qin Yu was steadily advancing toward her, his handsome face growing cold and indifferent under the light, towering and somewhat frightening from above.

He was naturally tall, standing in front of Ah Da like an iceberg, his shadow completely enveloping her.

“Are you done talking?”

Ah Da looked up, swallowing nervously as she clutched the panda plush and took a half step back, “I… I’m done.”

Qin Yu, seeing her timorous demeanor and thinking it was too late for prolonged conversation, pondered over what to do with her.

According to her own words, it was evident she had come in the middle of the night because of his sulking during dinner.

With a helpless sigh from Qin Yu, what should he do with her?

The young girl standing in front of him had a round face and a full forehead, her large and round eyes harboring twin pools of clear springs, innocent and naive, clutching the panda plush which made her seem even more endearing.

Her appearance was something one simply couldn’t bear to scold.

Qin Yu sighed helplessly, “I’m not angry, go back and rest. You have a day off tomorrow, I can take you out.”

Ah Da, instantly forgetting her worries, asked excitedly, “Tomorrow? Where will we go?”

“Anywhere,” Qin Yu said.

Ah Da thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up, “How about the Kyoto Museum? Little Pink Bottle and Jade Pot have been wanting to see you for a long time.”

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze tinged with interest, “Why do they want to see me?”

Ah Da, missing the undertone in his words, sincerely said, “Because they are curious about you. I’ve talked about you to them before; don’t worry, they will definitely like you.”

Seeing her happiness, a touch of softness spread across Qin Yu’s usually cold brows, and he nodded, “Okay.”

The young girl had no family; friends could be considered half her kin. She was willing to take him there; Qin Yu had thought she had finally seen sense, but perhaps it was time to find an opportunity to take her to visit the Qin Family—they should meet her too.

The person Qin Yu was protecting didn’t need to hide; he had to stand proudly in front of everyone.

“Well, I’ll head back first,” Ah Da said, her steps light with happiness, her hair fluttering as she moved.

Qin Yu watched her leave and then turned to enter the bathroom.

Ah Da ran back to her room, lifted the blanket, and crawled into bed. Tonight’s information overload was too much; she needed to sort through it.

The little boy was Qin Yu.

Who could have imagined Qin Yu’s parents would be such people? They were not good at all, and they made Qin Yu suffer.

Ah Da wondered if there was a way to completely cure his nightmare. She was shallow in her cultivation and knew too little.

Bronze Sword, on the other hand, knew a lot.

Oh right, Bronze Sword!

Did she reply to the message?

Ah Da turned over and pulled her phone out from under the pillow to check it, finding that Su Qingtong had indeed texted her back.

[Bronze Sword: Wow, little incense burner, did you hit the jackpot?]

Half an hour later, Su Qingtong sent another message.

[Bronze Sword: Sister Liu said some tycoon fan spent a fortune to buy out all my endorsed svip skins. The officials were shocked. They even called to ask if the company bought them secretly because they couldn’t bear the low sales. I’m dying of laughter. Does the company do charity? It’s obviously not possible if you think with your toes.]

[Bronze Sword: Wait, you became rich and suddenly this mysterious tycoon fan appeared. How can this be such a coincidence? It couldn’t be you, right?]

[Bronze Sword: ???]

[Bronze Sword: Where are you? Didn’t you fall asleep?]

[Bronze Sword: Don’t tell me, you actually bought it?? (eyes go dark) (faints)]

The last message was from ten minutes ago. Ah Da was surprised that she also hadn’t gone to sleep so late.

[Ah Da: I didn’t sleep. Did you?]

Right after sending it, her phone vibrated.

[Bronze Sword: What were you doing just now? Was the tycoon fan you? Come clean (pointing sword)]

Ah Da chuckled.

[Ah Da: Of course it was me. Now that the official bosses have seen your fan’s strong purchasing power, you’ll have more leverage to negotiate with them.]

In a remote ancient town, Su Qingtong lay in a motorhome. The town had only a small hotel, and the rooms were allocated to the main actors, the director, and the scriptwriter of the crew. Most supporting actors and extras either stayed in tents or motor homes.

Staying in a motorhome wasn’t bad; Su Qingtong thought she would just endure it for about a week.

But now, she felt terrible.

[Bronze Sword: !!! You!!]

[Bronze Sword: …]

Ah Da was confused.

[Ah Da: Aren’t you happy?]

[Bronze Sword: Happy, I’m over the moon. If you bought skins instead of just transferring the money to me, I might have been even happier (collapses)]

Su Qingtong thought about over a million going into the capitalist’s pocket, and she felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

Ah Da didn’t mind.

[Ah Da: Don’t worry, wait until the museum opens. There’ll be more money later. The main point is that the official bosses see your commercial potential; they’ll enhance your reputation. More brands will approach you for endorsements, and the money will come back soon.]

Su Qingtong was amazed that Ah Da thought so long-term. Had Qin Yu, this capitalist, influenced her that much? She asked who taught her to be such a proper fan.

[Ah Da: The anti-black team usually discusses these things. I’ve learned a lot from listening, and besides, I’m now the host of your personal super topic, carrying a heavy responsibility.]

Su Qingtong would be lying if she said she wasn’t touched; she had always known that little incense burner, though silly, was sincere. If someone did her a small favor, she would repay it tenfold.

Thankfully, heaven had been kind, and the people she met were all decent.

Her phone vibrated, displaying a video call. Ah Da immediately sat up, turned on the light, and slid to answer.

“Bronze Sword.”

Ah Da looked at the person on the screen and called out with a smile.