Chapter 47 — TVF Chapter 47

Metaphysics Master (4) Jin Yuansheng’s entire demeanor darkened, and Jin Ziyun didn’t look any better either.

This was exactly why Jin Ziyun hadn’t mentioned her husband, Gu Yu, at all from yesterday until now: she, too, had begun to doubt what role her husband had actually played in the car accident that left her with a cerebral hemorrhage.

Seeing two good-looking kids both pulling long faces in front of him, Qin Jingzhou found it unpleasant to look at. “You two had your luck stolen and absorbed a lot of bad fortune. Even if there hadn’t been a car accident, something else would’ve happened sooner or later.”

According to the plot he’d received, if he hadn’t come, this accident—which would have taken Jin Ziyun’s life—indeed didn’t involve the male lead Gu Yu directly. But whether people around Gu Yu had been involved was another matter entirely.

Qin Jingzhou continued ordering around his cheap son. “Go back inside and eat.”

No matter how chaotic Jin Yuansheng’s thoughts were, he still picked up the bags of breakfast and the document folder and obediently followed his biological father toward the dining room.

When Jin Ziyun saw her brother roll his shoulders slightly with a frown, she asked, “Brother, does your back hurt?”

Jin Yuansheng answered honestly, “It’s probably swollen pretty badly… Yesterday, in a moment of panic, I threw a punch at him…”

Jin Ziyun floated over to her brother’s shoulder. Even though it was uncomfortable to sit on, she still settled there reluctantly. “I’m not trying to make excuses for him… I just think that when we were little, we were never close to him at all. Us—and probably Mom too—didn’t even have time to understand him before the divorce happened. If he’s really this kind of master, he probably thought, ‘I’m this amazing and you two little brats still don’t come kneel and worship your dad,’ so he just stopped caring about us.”

Jin Yuansheng took a deep breath. “It makes me uncomfortable, but… you’re right.”

Jin Ziyun continued, “I’m not whitewashing him. He really was a scumbag. I just think people with real ability usually have big tempers. For now, we should behave a bit. If we want to turn against him, it won’t be too late after we’ve learned the family craft.” She even laughed at herself after saying it.

Ever since her dad rushed back to save her, even though the resentment hadn’t completely vanished, she couldn’t really say she hated him anymore. And with her dad around, she felt inexplicably at ease. If her husband Gu Yu really wasn’t innocent, she would divorce him.

Jin Yuansheng responded, “We’re not going to spoil him.”

Qin Jingzhou suddenly stopped and looked at his cheap children. “With me here, you don’t need to be afraid of anything.” He deliberately sized them up again. “Your talent is really bad.”

Without him spelling it out, the siblings could guess that their mother was an ordinary person. Although they’d inherited some cultivation aptitude from their biological father, compared to him, their talent was probably negligible.

Rejected by their biological father yet again, the siblings exchanged a look: you’re strong, so you’re right. If you want to look down on us, then so be it.

Qin Jingzhou added, almost as an afterthought, “No matter how bad your talent is, you’re still my children.” Then he continued walking.

Jin Ziyun immediately sped up and floated to his side, slipping naturally into his pocket. “So as long as nothing major happens, you’re too lazy to bother with us, right?”

Qin Jingzhou raised his hand and flicked his daughter’s forehead again. Jin Ziyun covered her forehead and laughed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Qin Jingzhou glanced at his tactless cheap son and thought to himself: This is why I’ll always prefer daughters. They reached the dining room. Qin Jingzhou went to wash his hands and change clothes, while Jin Yuansheng laid out the breakfast items one by one.

Qin Jingzhou drank a bowl of porridge, picked at a few pastries, and casually examined the CT scans in the document folder.

Jin Yuansheng had thoughtfully brought both the pre-medication and post-medication scans for comparison.

The massive area of bleeding that had once threatened Jin Ziyun’s life had now shrunk by at least one-third.

Qin Jingzhou set the scans down. “Four bottles of medicine and Yunyun will be fully healed.”

Jin Ziyun floated in front of him and said with a bright smile, “Thank you, Dad.”

Jin Yuansheng, who was in the middle of drinking porridge, nearly choked.

But it was precisely because he’d seen these CT scans in advance that, after some initial doubt, he now firmly believed that his biological father was a legendary cultivator or master.

Qin Jingzhou gave a cold snort. “Calling me Dad already?” He flicked his daughter lightly again. “Little opportunist.”

Jin Ziyun cupped her face and just smiled without saying a word.

When it came to his cheap son, Qin Jingzhou’s tone was purely commanding. “Resign and move back here as soon as possible. Starting to learn now is already a bit late.”

Jin Yuansheng replied, “I understand.”

He ate a plate of shrimp dumplings, half a plate of pickled vegetables, then gulped down a bowl of soy milk. Wiping his mouth, he looked at his sister and said, “When I went to the hospital, Doctor Wang—your attending physician—was holding the scans and questioning his entire life. The hospital director pulled Mom aside and rambled on for a long time, wanting her to introduce him to the master who made the medicine. Mom didn’t agree. When Gu Yu comes to see you this afternoon… things might get complicated.” He turned to look at his biological father, who left him with mixed feelings. “Should I start learning from you first, or go resign?”

“Go resign,” Qin Jingzhou said.

The corners of Jin Yuansheng’s mouth lifted slightly. “Alright.”

After breakfast, Qin Jingzhou handed Jin Yuansheng the house keys and gave him a small wooden plaque. “A safety talisman.” Then he waved his hand. “Get lost.”

Jin Yuansheng left briskly.

Qin Jingzhou tidied up briefly, tucked his daughter into his pocket, and went to the flower shop directly across the street from his house.

He’d made quite a few preparations the night before—setting up small spirit-gathering and protective arrays at home, and casually crafting several wood talismans. Mostly because he didn’t have proper talisman materials on hand, he made do with wooden pieces he found at home. After all, he’d received a traditional and systematic cultivation education; his fundamentals as a cultivator were rock-solid.

Now he planned to do the same in the shop that had been passed down for at least three generations: the Zuo Family Flower Shop.

Jin Ziyun stayed obediently in her father’s pocket, silently watching him work. Even though she didn’t understand much and was deeply shocked—like how with a casual tap from her father, countless light specks that made her feel incredibly comfortable appeared out of thin air—she still forced herself to memorize everything she saw, as much as she could.

Once the arrays were set up, Qin Jingzhou began pruning the flowers and plants that had grown freely while the original owner was away. After staying in the shop for a few days, these plants would automatically advance into spiritual plants and could be sold as materials or as entire potted plants.

The male supporting character had deep entanglements behind him. Just like before, Qin Jingzhou couldn’t afford to act recklessly this time.

At the current point in the timeline, the simp male supporting character had already achieved success in cultivation and had begun stealing fortune from others to fill in the deficiencies of the beloved female lead. As a female lead, her innate luck wasn’t low, but she carried inherent bad luck—minor, non-critical matters always went wrong inexplicably, hurting herself in the process.

The simp’s wish was to make the female lead completely flawless in terms of fortune.

He wasn’t stupid either; he knew you couldn’t shear wool from the same sheep repeatedly. The Jin siblings were just two fish in his pond. The original plot made it clear: when Jin Ziyun died, the simp was shocked. After that, he adjusted his methods, expanded the pond, and became much more restrained in stealing fortune. For a long time, nothing else went wrong—until Jin Yuansheng believed he’d accumulated enough strength and spared no cost to avenge his sister.

At first, Jin Yuansheng’s revenge was fairly restrained, targeting only his enemies. But because the simp male supporting character had a powerful sect backing him, and because the male and female leads had received many favors from him, they joined forces to hunt Jin Yuansheng down.

Initially, the simp only wanted to capture Jin Yuansheng. But soon, he realized that the inheritance Jin Yuansheng had obtained by chance was extraordinary, and he developed other intentions.

He didn’t just want Jin Yuansheng dead—he wanted to refine him into a puppet to guard the male and female leads’ child.

Although the original novel ended with the male and female leads joyfully welcoming a precious son, after the story ended, the puppet Jin Yuansheng killed his own nephew—the child of Gu Yu and Jin Ziyun. The last shred of his consciousness awakened, and he chose to sacrifice himself to summon demonic entities, which directly wiped out the simp’s sect and the surrounding area.

The simp witnessed his sect reduced to ruins, his fellow disciples nearly wiped out… and having fallen into the maw of demons with no hope of reincarnation, he committed suicide before the mountain gate.

With the simp dead, part of the fortune he’d forced onto the female lead dissipated, and the rest immediately backlashed. The male lead Gu Yu and their child, being right there, naturally met a grim fate.

“A total annihilation ending,” Qin Jingzhou laughed. “Very refreshing.” The system was even more fired up than its host. “And this simp dares to cultivate the Path of Fortune—what kind of garbage is that? He’s from the number-one sect, Taixu Sect. His master is the junior disciple of the Taixu Sect’s highest-ranking Supreme Elder.” “Classic case of ‘beat the small one, and the big one comes,’” Qin Jingzhou said. He needed to build up a force of his own to truly deal with the simp and those cultivators backing him. “I’m not afraid of anyone one-on-one. But if they come in waves to gang up on me, I can’t just uproot the entire cultivator circle of Huaguo in one go.”

The system asked, “So are you starting by selling medicine?” “Fortune-telling and feng shui are fine too—as long as the money’s right, I’m not picky.” Qin Jingzhou placed his cheap children atop the newly arranged money tree, then turned to tidy up the nearby podocarpus.

Meanwhile, Jin Yuansheng had already driven to his company. Sitting at his desk, he downloaded a resignation template, filled it out swiftly, printed it, and took the still-warm resignation letter to knock on his supervisor’s office door.

Jin Yuansheng had gotten into his current game company purely on his own merits.

After his twin sister married Gu Yu, his career soared over the past five years. His own effort played a role, of course, but the Gu family’s influence was also a significant push.

Jin Yuansheng wasn’t naive enough to deny that. So when his supervisor saw the resignation letter and tried his best to persuade him to stay, Jin Yuansheng explained what he could to the supervisor who’d always treated him well.

The supervisor was convinced. He didn’t even suggest staying on for another month to hand things over and chose to let him go immediately.

After signing the resignation letter, the supervisor asked one more question. “What do you plan to do after resigning? Start your own business?”

Jin Yuansheng answered seriously, “No. I’m going home to inherit the family business.”

The supervisor was even more curious. As far as he knew, Jin Yuansheng’s mother was a corporate executive, and his father was a stay-at-home dad. What family business was there to inherit?

In a good mood, Jin Yuansheng explained, “I’m inheriting my biological father’s side of the family business. There’s a small flower shop at home. My mom is my biological mother, but my dad is my stepfather.”

The supervisor understood. “Then I… wish you good luck and smooth sailing?” Running a flower shop really didn’t seem to match Jin Yuansheng’s usual image.

Jin Yuansheng smiled. “Thank you for the kind words.”

After leaving the supervisor’s office, Jin Yuansheng returned to his desk, wrote handover emails, and said goodbye to his colleagues one by one.

Just as he was wrapping things up, his supervisor suddenly walked over and lightly tapped his monitor. “Mr. Gu Yu has come looking for you.”

Jin Yuansheng stood up and saw Gu Yu in the hallway, his expression far from pleasant.

He’d already messaged his mother earlier, telling her the truth behind his sister’s car accident. And now Gu Yu had come personally to block him?

He looked at his supervisor. “Can I borrow a meeting room?”