Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 Silent Anchor_1

So be it, it’s no big deal anyway.

Given the current situation, even if I were to tell them myself that Xu Meng actually found the right person, I guess nobody would believe it.

In fact, not just them, Xu Meng wouldn’t believe it either.

Fu Qian casually leaned back in his seat, looking at the few people scattered about the living room.

At the same time, their respective “calls” echoed in his mind. @@novelbin@@

Double exposure, it was quite an interesting sensation.

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These folks were pretty much my sorry excuse for a social circle.

It was clear to see that they were genuinely thrilled about me reappearing.

I have to say, although most of the time it can be loud, those voices in my head made me feel truly connected to this world.

Keep in mind, it’s different now, with the Emissary’s Mask, theoretically, I could leave here at any moment.

Even considering my current state, I seemed to fit in better with that other world.

“What!!”

The next moment, Tan Ying’s voice suddenly rose, as she turned her head sharply to look at Fu Qian, her eyes wide as saucers.

“You’ve been staying at a rich woman’s house these last few days?”

Her overly excited emotions made her voice almost break.

Pei Yanqing beside her was equally dumbfounded.

Um-hum!

Fu Qian straightforwardly admitted it.

“You’ve been so busy you couldn’t even pick up your phone…aren’t you pushing yourself a bit too hard?”

Tan Ying’s expression was weird, as Fu Qian’s reasons for going off the grid were completely unexpected for her.

“Matters of life and death, as a professional, how could I afford to be distracted.”

In response to her shock, Fu Qian answered with poise.

Matters of life and death? A professional?

The group exchanged glances, and eventually, it was Tan Ying who gritted her teeth and cautiously asked,

“What exactly were you doing over there?”

“Personal safety consultant.”

Fu Qian answered almost instantly, squinting at the four stiff faces before him.

“What did you think it was?”

…

At that point, it wasn’t just Tan Ying and Pei Yanqing, but Qin Yu and Wu Qingyu were also dumbstruck.

The reality, which strayed far from their imagination, caused their sullied souls quite a stir.

“So… you’ve been acting as a bodyguard these past few days?”

Pei Yanqing, usually not much of a talker, couldn’t help but speak up.

“Strictly speaking, it’s different from a bodyguard. I only participated as a friend, providing technical support for security protection.”

“That sounds so professional!”

Pei Yanqing exclaimed.

“Expert level.”

Fu Qian was anything but modest.

“So—”

Qin Mingze pointed at Fu Qian.

“You’ve trained to this extent actually to increase your fighting ability?”

Your words are still ambiguous, Fu Qian nodded subtly.

“You could say it’s a side benefit.”

Wow!

For a moment, the room was filled with exclamations, and all four of them focused on Fu Qian’s new part-time job, bombarding him with endless questions.

“When did you start?”

“Is it very dangerous?”

“You never mentioned it before; are there any confidentiality requirements?”

“So, is that rich lady pretty?”

…

“Not bad, I suppose.”

Fu Qian recalled Wen Li’s appearance.

Qin Yu and Wu Qingyu immediately had looks of longing on their faces, wildly conjuring up images in their minds.

“So, are we going to eat or not?”

Seeing the situation getting a bit out of hand, Fu Qian spoke up.

“There’s always time to eat!”

Qin Mingze waved his hand dismissively, obviously not willing to let him off so easily.

“Come clean about your problems first!”

“I actually really can’t be bothered to go out.”

Fu Qian stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and walked over to the kitchen to open the fridge.

“However, as a man of my word… There is still some stock at home, I’ll make do with that for you.”

Unlike most of his peers, Fu Qian’s cooking skills were actually quite good as someone who had lived alone for many years.

Of course, a big reason for that was poverty.

Only those young people who have never been short of money could say something as blissful as “If you’re hungry, just order takeout.”

In fact, once you cook for yourself, you can understand the huge gap between home-cooked meals and takeout in terms of nutritional value.

“You’re really going to cook?”

Seeing Fu Qian seriously picking tomatoes, Tan Ying was clearly surprised.

This guy can actually cook!

“Fu Qian’s cooking has always been decent.”

Qin Mingze waved his hand, as if to say she was making a big deal out of nothing.

“It’s just that this guy is too lazy; I haven’t had the chance to enjoy his cooking many times over the years.”

“Believe me, after today’s meal, you can brag about it.”

“Then I’ll help out!”

Tan Ying obviously had some resistance to the kitchen, but Pei Yanqing volunteered eagerly, putting on an apron.

“Okay, what can you cook?”

Looking at Pei Yanqing, who had a bit of a chef’s air about her, Fu Qian asked naturally.

“I…”

She hesitated for a moment, her face turning red, and said in a voice as low as a mosquito’s.

“I… I can only help with simple tasks.”

“Got it, understood.”

Ah, the youth of today! Fu Qian sighed.

But he hadn’t really been expecting much anyway, so having help with simple tasks was already quite good.

He tossed a few potatoes at Pei Yanqing to help him peel them.

There was still plenty of time, so Qin Mingze and Wu Qingyu didn’t rush to interrogate him any further and simply made themselves at home with Fu Qian’s gaming setup, settling down in the living room to play games.

“This employer of yours is quite generous, the compensation seems quite substantial.”

Tan Ying didn’t let it go and stood at the kitchen door deep in thought.

Knowing that Fu Qian had such a part-time job made the earlier incident of the bracelet being sold a bit more reasonable.

Hmm…

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Fu Qian, who was peeling onions, twitched his hand.

I knew I’d forgotten something.

Fu Qian sighed and looked up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.

Wen Li still hasn’t paid me!

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing his unusual expression, Tan Ying asked instinctively.

“Nothing… just these cunning capitalists.”

…

With Pei Yanqing’s assistance, Fu Qian was able to prepare lunch in just about an hour.

By now, well past noon, the starving group pounced on the meal and devoured Fu Qian’s creations almost like a whirlwind, while also lavishing praise on his culinary skills.

Although they didn’t forget to inquire about his part-time experiences, everyone clearly understood boundaries and didn’t press for answers when it was clear Fu Qian was reluctant to respond.

All in all, it was a meal that left both the guests and the host very happy.

The joyous atmosphere even infected Tan Ying, who helped clean the dishes afterwards.

Young people together could indeed find a lot to do.

After cleaning up, the group simply treated the place like a gaming hall and a board game room until the evening approached, then dispersed one by one.

As everyone left, the noisy living room became quiet.

Fu Qian didn’t turn on the light and just sat in the darkness.

At this moment, the previously annoying calls in his mind had also fallen silent.

It was clear that, having confirmed that he was fine, they had all eased their minds for the time being, shifting their focus elsewhere.

The transition from noise to silence felt quite pleasant, and Fu Qian closed his eyes, looking contented.

In a certain sense, these calls were like anchors to his world.

The night had fallen, and the anchors had fallen silent.