The Chinese Spirit's Family Rescue Adventure

Wen Chi was hugging his head, his body curled up like a shrimp.

Fear, despair, and that bone-deep darkness all surged out.

Suisui sensed it at once. This was her special skill as a little ginseng spirit — the ability to perceive others' emotions.

Although it wasn't as powerful as mind-reading, it was a piece of cake for her to judge whether a person was good or bad, and what kind of mood they were in.

Thanks to this ability, she had avoided many two-faced villains after coming down the mountain.

So at this moment, she knew clearly in her heart that Wen Chi's anger wasn't directed at her.

On the contrary, he was a bit afraid of her.

And the disgust? That was directed at himself.

Suisui tilted her head, her big eyes shining brightly, full of confusion.

Why would someone dislike or even hate themselves?

In Suisui's opinion, everyone should love themselves. Just like her, she loved herself the most. It was the super invincible love in the whole universe!

Now, Suisui was even more confused about this predestined person.

Originally, she wanted to go and comfort Wen Chi, but obviously, Wen Chi was now afraid and resisted her approach.

Suisui was so understanding. She waved her small hand generously and said, "Then I'll go inside first. Remember to come and eat oranges later."

Before Wen Chi could react, Suisui had already walked into the house slowly with her short legs.

She struggled to cross the threshold and secretly glanced back.

Wen Chi wasn't looking at her. His face was buried in his palms, and his body was as stiff as a stone. It seemed that he wished he could turn into a stone and stay there for thousands of years.

"Alas." Suisui sighed softly and shook her head, feeling sorry for this predestined person in her heart.

But the viewers in the live broadcast room saw it and thought that the little cub was secretly sad and holding back her tears!

People are naturally inclined to favor cute and weak little ones, especially when compared with Wen Chi, this "big bad guy".

[Is Wen Chi crazy?]

[The little NPC is so sensible and obedient. It's a pity that Wen Chi is such a bastard.]

[Why are we still filming the show? Aren't we afraid that Wen Chi's mania will hurt the little actor?]

[It's so bloody ridiculous. The little cub didn't do anything. Why did Wen Chi suddenly lose his temper?]

[I didn't believe that Wen Chi bullied his teammates before. Now I see. I was blind! Wen Chi is definitely a bully!]

[The sad back of the cub when she left made my eyes water. Wen Chi, go to hell!]

These were basically the ordinary viewers in the live broadcast room. They had previously helped Suisui fight back against the anti-fans and even said a few nice words for Wen Chi.

But now, they instantly turned into anti-fans and wished they could rush into the screen and smash Wen Chi's head!

As for Wen Chi's anti-fans, they were laughing wildly, extremely happy.

[I said long ago that Wen Chi wasn't worth sympathizing with. You still helped him talk. Slapped in the face, right?]

[This reversal came so bloody fast. Hahaha.]

[Look, he's like this even to a kid. Can those black materials about Wen Chi be false?]

With experience, the anti-fans had learned their lesson and only cursed Wen Chi, not daring to provoke Suisui.

This time, no one spoke up for Wen Chi.

Time passed bit by bit. The sun set, and the last glimmer of light on the horizon disappeared.

Warm yellow lights lit up one after another inside and outside the courtyard, and the bamboo lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed in the wind.

Wen Chi was sitting quietly on the steps outside the house, staring blankly as if he had lost his soul.

Actually, when Suisui said she was going inside, he had already come to his senses.

But why was he still sitting here? To put it bluntly, it was because of embarrassment.

He himself wondered why he had lost control.

In his heart, he clearly knew that his sister had died nine years ago. Even if she were alive, she wouldn't be as old as Suisui.

So, no matter how much Suisui looked like the sister in his imagination, she couldn't be.

But he had still exploded!

The nightmare from nine years ago was like a shadow haunting him, instantly swallowing up all his sanity. He had yelled at the innocent little cub in a muddle.

Regret, annoyance, depression... Not to mention that the viewers would scold him. Wen Chi himself felt that he was out of his mind.

It was dark. Wen Chi didn't dare to go inside, afraid of meeting Suisui's clean eyes.

His stomach was growling with hunger, and his stomach acid was churning, protesting non-stop.

Wen Chi gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Anyway, he had to face it sooner or later. It would be better to go inside and apologize to the little cub.

Feeling agitated, he messed up his hair. Dejected, Wen Chi dragged his injured leg and slowly moved into the house like a snail, looking for Suisui.

On the way, he casually glanced at the iPad. The screen was black. The live broadcast had ended.

Wen Chi knew that today's live broadcast time was enough. But that wasn't the point...

Where was she?

The house was so bloody quiet that he couldn't see the small figure anywhere.

After Suisui went inside, he had been guarding the door. The small thatched cottage didn't have another door. It was impossible for Suisui to avoid him and leave or be taken away.

So, was she hiding?

Was she sad because he had yelled at her and secretly hiding somewhere crying?

Thinking that Suisui might be hiding in a dark corner, her small face drooping like a frostbitten eggplant, feeling aggrieved and secretly wiping her tears...

Wen Chi's mood was extremely bad. He cursed himself as a "loser" again in his heart.

"Suisui." He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice gentle. Unfortunately, he had a naturally cold voice. Even when he deliberately lowered it, it didn't sound gentle at all. Instead, it sounded more like provoking.

Wen Chi was speechless...

"I'm apologizing to you." It still sounded cold.

It didn't sound like an apology at all, but more like a provocation.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Chi decided to shut up for a while and find the person first.

He quickly glanced at the dining table and cabinets in the outer room, and then stepped into the inner bedroom.

"Humph... Huh..." It was very, very soft, but the room was so quiet that it could be heard clearly.

Wen Chi's expression froze, and he walked over step by step —

He saw that on the bed, the soft quilt was dented. Suisui was lying there, her small face white and rosy, and there was a suspicious glistening at the corner of her mouth.

It was said that people who didn't feel safe when sleeping would curl up like a baby in its mother's womb.

But look at this little cub sleeping soundly. Her limbs were sprawled out carelessly. She was sleeping so heartlessly and willfully. Such a small person could even occupy a 1.5-meter-wide bed!

She hadn't even changed her dirty clothes. Her hair was in a messy chicken nest, and there were still grass leaves in it.

Wen Chi was a bit of a clean freak. Normally, he should have lost his temper long ago. But at this moment, he only felt a great sense of relief.

He quietly backed out of the room and put down the curtain, leaving the space to Suisui.

Only then did he see two peeled oranges and a glass of water on the table.

Were they prepared by Suisui?

Wen Chi couldn't describe the feeling in his heart.

Even though the orange flesh was pitted and uneven, he still ate it bit by bit. He also drank up the glass of water.

Hey, why did this water seem to have a slightly sweet taste?

And those two bunches of weeds that Suisui had stuffed into the supply bag to make up the number seemed to be fewer?

Wen Chi didn't think much about it. He just thought it was an illusion.