Incurable Chapter 20 Part 2

Mu Wan had no work this weekend. She slept until ten, then called Lin Wei.

Lin Wei answered with an exaggerated sound. “Ohhh? Would you be able to chat with me? Not glued to Liu Daozhang?”

“I’m going to see him this afternoon,” Mu Wan said. “I can’t cling to him all day. He’ll get annoyed.”

“Look at you, learning balance.”

“Stop talking. Hot pot?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go.”

They met at a Sichuan-Chongqing hot pot place in Jinze Plaza. It had rained earlier. The air was cool, perfect for hot pot. The restaurant was busy, red-and-gold and festive. They were seated at a booth by the window, shoulders pressed together, menu open.

Mu Wan took the pencil and circled a split pot.

Lin Wei stared. “Why are you ordering that?”

“I’m eating clear broth,” Mu Wan said without looking up. “I’m used to bland now. I can’t handle heavy flavors.”

Lin Wei leaned back, studying her.

Mu Wan shot her a sideways look. “What?”

Lin Wei sighed dramatically. “You said you were going to lure Daozhang Liu into the mortal world. I haven’t seen him step into anything, but you’re the one turning ascetic.”

Mu Wan twirled the pencil. “So what if I become his Dao friend? Then I’ll cultivate with him.”

Several nearby tables turned to look.

Lin Wei’s expression went complicated.

Mu Wan blinked. “What?”

Lin Wei’s mouth tightened. “Dual cultivation doesn’t mean ‘cultivating together.’ It means… never mind. Go look it up.”

Mu Wan didn’t wait. Once the broth started bubbling, she searched it. The results loaded, she opened the entry. The steam rose like fog between them.

Mu Wan’s face warmed.

Lin Wei bit into a piece of sticky rice cake, watching Mu Wan’s cheeks flush with a satisfied, wicked little laugh.

This chick.

“You get it now?” Lin Wei asked.

“I get it.” Mu Wan took a sip of water, trying to cool the dry fire in her throat. Then she said, calm as ever, “Different paths, same destination. We’ll still end up doing it eventually.”

Lin Wei choked, laughing.

After they finished laughing, Lin Wei remembered something.

“My studio got a new job. A sea-view villa in the South District. Worth tens of millions.”

Lin Wei’s interior design studio did high-end work, so her clients were usually rich. But a project that big was still rare.

“That’s great,” Mu Wan said, biting into another rice cake. Sweetness softened her voice. “The pricier the house, the more you make.”

“You know whose it is?” Lin Wei didn’t wait. “Mu Qing.”

Mu Wan’s chewing paused. Her brows lifted.

Mu Qing had gone to the same high school as them. Lin Wei knew enough about the Mu family mess to understand. Lin Wei scoffed.

“She came to us on purpose. After all these years, she hides it so well, but she still can’t resist showing off.”

Mu Qing knew Lin Wei was Mu Wan’s best friend, so she deliberately picked Lin Wei’s studio.

“But the deed isn’t in her name,” Lin Wei added. “It’s in Shen Cheng’s. Are they really together?”

“Yeah,” Mu Wan said. “Wu Ma said Shen Cheng already went to the Mu family.”

Lin Wei let out an exaggerated sound of admiration. “Look at her, climbing that branch.”

Mu Wan had a strange feeling Mu Qing wasn’t just showing off, but she didn’t dwell on it. She asked, “You already signed?”

“Signed.” Lin Wei lifted a brow. “What’s there to fear? It’s one house. Worst case, I breach the contract. I’m a rich girl, remember?”

“Then you’re paying today,” Mu Wan said immediately.

Lin Wei stared. “…”

They ate, then wandered the mall, bought a pile of clothes, and Lin Wei drove Mu Wan home. Mu Wan showered, collapsed onto her bed, and fell asleep the second she closed her eyes.

When she woke, it was already four.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mu Wan texted Liu Qianxiu.

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