Volume One, Chapter 33: Eating Brains to Cure Migraines

Qin Yu was ultimately escorted back to the Su family by a police car, receiving a stern lecture along the way about not disturbing the scene of a crime. Su Jin and Qi Huairou had feared that Qin Yu had been caught swindling or cheating, and had already prepared their apologies, only to be unexpectedly praised on the spot.

Afterwards, Qin Yu went upstairs to sleep.

Su Jin was so delighted he couldn't sleep. "Didn't I say we never have to worry about Yu Yu?"

Qi Huairou rewarded him with an exaggerated eye roll.

This man was the very definition of double standards; when he heard the police were coming, he was so anxious he almost turned the whole Su house upside down.

——

Elsewhere.

In a tile-roofed house built of red brick, a man finished the last bite of pig’s brain in his bowl, but the splitting headache that tormented him did not ease in the slightest.

Irritated, he clutched his head and kicked the small wooden table in front of him.

The table, already battered and riddled with holes, stood no chance against his kick—it immediately shattered into several pieces!

His expression twisted in pain, his hands beating at the back of his head.

He had suffered from migraines since childhood. It wasn’t a serious illness, but when the pain struck, it felt like death itself! Over the years, he'd sought out countless renowned doctors, but none had helped. His money had been drained away in the search for cures.

As he thought about this, his pained expression grew ferocious.

Human brain! He needed to eat human brain! You are what you eat—if he ate a human brain, the pain would surely vanish!

He sprang to his feet, and suddenly everything went black. A chill grazed his face.

With one hand pressed to his head, in a haze, he seemed to see a figure outside the window, bearing a resemblance to the person whose brain he'd eaten ten years ago.

He rubbed his eyes and looked more closely; the shadow that had been outside the window a moment ago was now inside the house!

His knees gave way. “Who are you? Who’s playing tricks here?”

Of course, no one answered.

Instead, the shadow slowly emerged from the dim light, step by step approaching.

The man was already immobilized, unable to call out, and could only stare with wide eyes as the ghostly figure crept into his body...

The pain in the back of his head intensified.

【Subsequent events】

Two weeks later, a solitary man living in a rural town in Dijin was discovered dead in his home. What shocked everyone was this: prior to his death, he had smashed open his own skull and consumed his own brain.

——

Knowing that Qin Yu slept late, no one came to disturb her in the morning. By the time she awoke, it was nearly eleven.

Downstairs, the housekeeper had already prepared a meal.

While Qin Yu was eating, she noticed a hesitant figure lingering outside the massive glass doors.

Qin Yu kept silent. Her mind was occupied with another matter: Hui Yuanyuan, whom she had sent to investigate the faceless statue at the Lu Jia residence, had not yet returned.

Worried for her safety, Qin Yu calculated her whereabouts. And then: ...

She realized she should never have relied on Hui Yuanyuan; how could a ghost get lost?

It was true—without comparisons, one never appreciates what they have.

Now, she understood just how exceptional a partner Mu Ling had been.

Thinking of Mu Ling, she recalled that her last attempt to contact him had gone unanswered.

Qin Yu tried to deduce his location, but found herself unable to trace him.

Her brows furrowed.

What was that old ghost up to behind her back?

Lost in thought, she was startled when the hesitant man outside finally approached.

Lin Jianan rubbed his hands together, his eyes brimming with awe as he looked at Qin Yu.

Qin Yu felt uneasy under his intense gaze. “Uncle Lin, did you need something?”

Lin Jianan was a bit embarrassed; a man in his forties, his ears flushed red. “Miss, I’m sorry for the trouble last night.”

Qin Yu hadn’t expected him to come and apologize, and paused for a moment. “Fear is only natural. You don’t need to apologize.”

With her reassurances, Lin Jianan felt even more guilty, and his respect for Qin Yu deepened.

“Miss, the books Mr. Su ordered for you have arrived. When would you like them delivered to your room?”

Qin Yu was momentarily confused, then remembered the books were for her adult college entrance exam.

She finished the last grain of rice, wiped her mouth, and stood up. “Now is fine!”

——

Qin Yu stared at the two large boxes of books that had been carried in, blinking twice.

Wasn’t this a bit excessive?

“Miss, look through these first. When you’re finished, I’ll help you get the junior high books.”

Wait—did she hear that right?

There was more?

She swallowed hard.

Was she really required to read all these books?

She could easily make money through livestreaming—why torture herself with studying?

Seeing Qin Yu’s face scrunched up like a bitter little melon, Lin Jianan felt as though he were looking at his own niece who loved to skip school. “Miss, you’re so talented; you’re sure to get into college! Keep it up!”

Qin Yu looked at the mountain of books before her and sighed in resignation.

Consequently, that afternoon during her livestream, her viewers saw her holding a book in her hands.

“My wife is so adorable! Even this angle of death looks gorgeous!”

“Is our master studying metaphysics to improve her skills? She’s so focused~”

“Really? What book is it? Drop the link—I want to read it too!”

“Why does this book look so familiar to me?”

“Don’t brag upstairs.”

Qin Yu lifted her eyelids, revealing the elementary second-grade math book she was holding. “What, you all haven’t read this before?”

The viewers: “…”

And so, Qin Yu briefly trended at number forty-nine on Douya’s hot search: #Shock! Metaphysics streamer Siqiu is actually illiterate?#

But since metaphysics was a niche topic, the hot search quickly dropped out of sight.

Qin Yu closed the book, about to distribute lucky bags, when a request to join her stream appeared backstage.

It was Sugar Baby.

The radiant happiness of yesterday had faded entirely; when she appeared on camera again, she was silent.

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow—was she so devastated by the blow?

Before Qin Yu could speak, Sugar Baby began: “Master, I saw her.”