Chapter 46 — TVF Chapter 46

Metaphysics Master (3)  After being compressed, Jin Ziyun’s soul became much more solid.

Her intuition told her that she had gotten smaller, but also stronger. With mixed feelings and far too many questions swirling in her head, everything eventually condensed into a single sentence. “You can cure me, right?”

Qin Jingzhou answered her, “Yes. But it’ll take some time.”

No matter how many thoughts Jin Ziyun had, once she received her father’s assurance, she was able to behave. She obediently poked her head out from her father’s pocket and watched as her mother changed clothes and rushed into the ward to apply medicine to her.

When the colorless liquid dripped onto her forehead, Jin Ziyun immediately felt lighter—not just her body, but her entire soul. Her connection to her physical body also grew noticeably tighter.

She had just been about to say something else when she heard a familiar “Mom.” Without even looking, she knew her brother was back.

Her brother had deliberately avoided their father earlier because he knew he was coming. Now that Mom was about to use the medicine, a doctor would definitely have contacted him to come back and talk her out of it.

Hmph. Jin Ziyun could already imagine the attending physician’s earnest expression, saying things like how desperation was understandable, but they absolutely shouldn’t use folk remedies of unknown origin…

But Jin Ziyun wasn’t worried at all. Instead, she waited eagerly to watch the drama unfold. “So how are you planning to convince my brother?”

“Physical persuasion.”

His cheap son didn’t spare him even a glance, and Qin Jingzhou didn’t feel like talking either. He stepped forward and grabbed his son by the wrist.

The son glared at him and swung a fist straight at his face. “Get lost!”

Qin Jingzhou shifted slightly to the side, dodged the punch, and raised his hand to flick the other’s forehead hard.

Jin Yuansheng froze on the spot. The instant his forehead was struck, it felt as though he finally understood what “five thunderbolts striking at once” meant.

While waiting for his cheap son to calm down, Qin Jingzhou muttered helplessly, “Is beating my son the first thing I do every time we meet becoming my tradition now?”

The system didn’t really agree. “How is flicking someone’s forehead considered beating?” By this time, Mother Jin had finished applying the medicine and walked out of the ICU. She looked at her dazed son staring at his ex-husband and said, “Your dad is here to deliver spiritual medicine.”

Everyone present could hear the excitement in her voice.

Because she was worried, the doctor and nurse had followed Mother Jin into the ward. When they smelled the all-too-familiar scent of alcohol coming from the medicine… they decided not to say anything. As long as it didn’t worsen the patient’s condition and could make the family feel a little better, even if they were being fooled… it was still understandable.

Jin Yuansheng didn’t respond to his mother right away. As the thunderous sensation faded, he… saw a small head peeking out near the pocket of his bastard biological father’s clothes.

His brain completely shut down.

Qin Jingzhou turned to Mother Jin and said, “I’m going back to refine medicine. Once it’s ready, I’ll bring it over. Have another CT done for Yunyun tomorrow and see if the bleeding has improved.”

“Alright. I’ll send you the results as soon as they’re out. If you need anything, just tell me,” Mother Jin replied calmly—something she’d never managed to do with her ex-husband before in her life.

Qin Jingzhou nodded, then pointed at his cheap son. “You’re coming back with me to help. It’s time to teach you the family craft.”

Jin Yuansheng’s expression changed.

Jin Ziyun immediately clapped her hands. “Okay!”

As Qin Jingzhou walked out of the hospital with his backpack, he took his daughter out of his pocket and casually placed her on his son’s shoulder.

Jin Yuansheng stiffened instantly, not daring to move a muscle.

Jin Ziyun carefully shifted a bit and couldn’t help complaining, “Brother’s shoulder is really uncomfortable.”

Qin Jingzhou stopped walking and looked at his son. “Hold out your hand.”

Jin Yuansheng, unusually obedient for once, didn’t know which hand to extend, so he simply held out both.

Qin Jingzhou placed his daughter into his son’s palm. “Hold your sister properly.” The disdain in his tone was unmistakable. “You’re far inferior to your sister.” With that, he lowered his head and ordered a ride on his phone.

Jin Yuansheng finally recovered a bit of rationality and wanted to say that he’d driven here himself. But the moment he lowered his head and locked eyes with his sister, the words died in his throat.

As a demolition-rich second generation, the original owner’s residence was very much in line with his status.

Yes—he lived in a well-maintained courtyard house. Although it was only a small two-courtyard house, this was a courtyard house in the city center of the capital.

Qin Jingzhou said he wanted his cheap son to help out, but once they got home, he needed time to familiarize himself with things anyway. If he was going to put on a show, he might as well do it properly.

So he dumped both cheap children into the west wing that was used as a guest room and told them to make themselves comfortable—on the surface, it was to let the siblings have some time alone to talk.

Their biological father strode off, leaving the siblings staring at each other once again.

Jin Yuansheng broke the silence first. “So… what exactly is going on? What did I miss by avoiding him?”

Sitting in her brother’s palm and swinging her legs, Jin Ziyun recounted everything that had happened between their father’s appearance and her brother’s return in meticulous detail. She even added, “I think when he flicked your forehead, he was opening your celestial eye.”

Jin Yuansheng carefully held his sister, speechless for a long while.

Jin Ziyun tilted her head, looking helpless. “Brother, even though he ignored us, never gave us a single cent, and emotionally neglected us when we were kids… he saved my life. I… I suddenly don’t hate him anymore. Just now I even thought that he treated us coldly because he looked down on us for being ordinary people…”

Facing the sister he’d depended on all his life, Jin Yuansheng didn’t bother posturing. “I can’t believe it, but I think you’re right.”

Even if the siblings believed their biological father had reasons for treating them poorly, they wouldn’t immediately reconcile or let bygones be bygones. At most, the knot in their hearts loosened a little.

They would listen to a few words from their biological father and wouldn’t casually lash out with malice anymore.

Just as the siblings sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, Jin Yuansheng’s phone chimed.

He glanced down—it was a message from their biological father, telling them to stay the night and talk about everything tomorrow.

Since their father had said so, the siblings could only agree.

After thinking it over, Jin Yuansheng reported the situation to their mother. After checking with his sister, he temporarily concealed the fact that her soul had left her body, saying only that their father had something to discuss in the morning.

Mother Jin was a sensible person—reason always outweighed emotion. When she saw her son’s message, she replied: You must learn your father’s family craft properly. Don’t be impulsive. Don’t lose the big picture over small grievances. Jin Yuansheng thought of the punch he’d thrown in anger earlier, then got teased by his sister again, and quickly promised his mother: No matter what, I’ll learn the craft first before falling out with him. Perhaps it was because his biological father’s calm, “this is no big deal” attitude had influenced him. With his sister’s soul right there by his side, completely intact, Jin Yuansheng felt an overwhelming sense of relief—and was even able to crack a joke.

Mother Jin replied: Good that you understand. Jin Yuansheng and Jin Ziyun had both assumed that after such a night full of unbelievable events, they’d be doomed to insomnia. Instead, in the two adjacent guest rooms, they both fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow and slept straight through to morning.

As expected of twins—they fell asleep almost simultaneously and woke up almost at the same time.

Qin Jingzhou thought to himself that it was no wonder everything in the plot looked like an accident, while Jin Yuansheng was convinced that his twin sister had been murdered.

At this moment, Qin Jingzhou was tending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard. Before striking it rich through demolition compensation, the original owner’s family had run a flower shop. Even after becoming nouveau riche, the shop continued operating at a loss and had stayed open to this day.

It was just that after the original owner quit his job, the flower shop had only him left—owner and errand-runner all in one.

Qin Jingzhou had already decided that purified wood spiritual energy—like what he’d used to treat his daughter yesterday—would be the shop’s main selling point. That alone made it worth keeping the flower shop open.

As for opening and closing hours… that would depend entirely on his mood.

Qin Jingzhou set down the pruning shears. “Go buy breakfast. Bring back your sister’s CT results while you’re at it.” After ordering his son around, he looked at his daughter, who was floating near the doorway, carefully avoiding the sunlight. “You won’t get hurt by the sun while you’re here.”

After Jin Yuansheng left, Jin Ziyun realized that sunlight truly didn’t affect her soul. She floated over to her father’s side and watched him tend the flowers.

Thinking of her father’s ancestral flower shop, she asked curiously, “The medicine you used on me… was it extracted from plants?”

“Yes.” Qin Jingzhou pointed at the flowers by his feet. “This will be homework for you and your brother in the future.”

Jin Ziyun’s eyes lit up. “I get to learn too?”

Qin Jingzhou deliberately looked at his cheap daughter. “Your talent is terrible. But diligence can make up for lack of ability.”

Jin Ziyun responded with an “Oh.”

One father trimmed flowers while the other floated nearby watching. An hour later, Jin Yuansheng returned carrying two bags of breakfast and a document folder.

Qin Jingzhou glanced at his cheap son. “Put everything down.”

The courtyard’s elegant pergola and outdoor table set off Jin Yuansheng’s bad premonition. He quickly complied.

Qin Jingzhou stared at him and casually muttered, “Bad luck,” then without warning grabbed a willow branch beside him and lashed out.

Jin Yuansheng… had no time to react at all. The sound of the branch cutting through the air reached his ears, followed by solid pain—and a piercing wail that seemed both close and impossibly distant.

He didn’t dodge. He watched with his own eyes as his biological father reached into empty air and grabbed something, while his sister floating nearby widened her eyes, pointing at the air in his father’s hand. Her mouth moved rapidly, but no sound came out.

Qin Jingzhou tossed the willow branch aside and flicked his cheap son’s forehead again. “Your celestial eye is about to expire.”

This time, Jin Yuansheng felt completely enlightened. He not only saw the mass of black, twisting, struggling mist in his father’s hand, but also heard his sister say, “It’s alive.” So that thing in his father’s hand… was “bad luck”?

Qin Jingzhou clenched his fist slightly, and the black mist vanished. “You two really did have your luck stolen. The fortune of twins is almost one and the same.”

Jin Ziyun’s face went pale. After a moment, she said softly, “I never had the chance to mention it… I went out because someone said they had evidence that Gu Yu was cheating, and asked me to meet and talk it through…”

Gu Yu was the male lead of this world.

In fact, at this point in time, the male lead and female lead were barely acquaintances.