Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 10

Writing back—could that really be called caring about her? That was nothing but催命催命 (urging her toward her grave)!

Old Man Luo forced out an awkward smile.
“No, no, I’m just an old bag of bones. How could I take up your time? You’re the newborn sun—your future belongs to the motherland. Life in the countryside may be bitter, but since we’ve gone there, we ought to make something of ourselves.”

Every word he spoke was telling Luo An to stay obediently in the countryside and stop sending letters back to stir things up.

But how could Luo An let him have his way? This old man was the head of the Luo family. Even if he hadn’t shown his face during the original host’s suffering, if he dared claim he knew nothing about it, Luo An would spit right in his face.

They’re all centuries-old tortoises—what’s the point of pretending to be a turtle now!

“Grandpa, what you said makes it sound like we’re strangers! No matter how well I’m doing outside, I’ll always be your granddaughter. What’s wrong with a granddaughter writing letters home to show she cares?”

A touch of grievance appeared on Luo An’s face at just the right moment.
“Or… is it that Grandpa doesn’t like me? If that’s the case, then I won’t write anymore.”

Old Man Luo: … Why does it feel like this damned girl is trying to harm me—and I’ve got proof!

In the past, he’d have cursed the original host bloody for such words. But now his ill-fated second son was standing nearby watching…

Sigh! Forget it, forget it! Pride is one thing, but staying alive is more important!

“Grandpa didn’t mean it like that. An’an, you’ve always been such an obedient child—how could I not like you!”

“Alright then, the things have been delivered. In a couple days, we’ll all come see you off. We’ll mail you quilts, cotton-padded jackets and all, to make sure you won’t be cold. We’ll be leaving now.”

“Great! Thank you, Grandpa, Grandma, for making the trip. My heart feels warmer than ever.”

“Heh… heh… as long as you’re warm.”

After speaking, Old Man Luo hurried out the door without looking back. The others followed close behind, almost running. They only dared breathe out in relief once they were far away.

“Grandpa, nothing even happened just now—why did we still give her the money?”

Luo Ping felt utterly unreconciled. He’d just started dating a girl from a good family and was planning to bring her home soon. Of course, the house would have to be spruced up first, and he wanted his mother to figure out how to buy a radio to show off. Otherwise, with the girl’s background, one look at their place and the whole thing might fall apart.

But before he even had the chance to tell his mom his plan, the money was gone! And not just gone—they had personally delivered it into Luo An’s hands, practically begging her to accept it.

How humiliating!

But just as he finished complaining, his left cheek received a resounding slap, followed by the old man’s furious roar:

“Go on then! If you’ve got the guts, go take it back yourself! But don’t come crawling to this house for help if something happens. When your second uncle was alive, I could hold him down. But now that he’s dead—it’s no longer under my control!”

Luo Ping covered his face in disbelief. “Grandpa, you… hit me?”

Chen Juhua immediately rushed over, her tone full of heartache for her son.
“Father, he’s just a child. He hasn’t seen how formidable Old Second was, that’s why he misspoke. Don’t hit him.”

Old Man Luo was already seething from being pushed out as the family’s frontman earlier. Hearing his daughter-in-law and grandson grumble at him now, he completely lost his patience.

“Fine, fine, fine! I won’t care anymore! But if you lot manage to anger Old Second’s ghost and something happens—don’t come looking for me.”

With that, he flung his sleeve and stormed off toward home.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his grandson—he did. That was precisely why he scolded him so harshly.

Still, he couldn’t deny he felt a bit hurt just now.

Forget it! Every generation must fend for themselves.

Once the two old folks were gone, Chen Juhua tenderly touched her son’s swollen cheek.

“That old codger actually dared to lay a hand on you? Just wait until he’s old and useless—let’s see who still bothers with him then! Come on, let’s go. I’ll boil an egg for you to press on your face. A young man mustn’t be left with scars, or how will you find a wife?”

Although Luo Song said nothing, he fully agreed with his wife’s words and shared her heartache for their son.

The family of three quickened their pace toward home, never noticing Luo Ning following behind with her face swollen like a pig’s head, her eyes brimming with hatred.

She had been beaten so miserably, yet her parents never once asked after her. Meanwhile, her brother only got one slap from Grandpa, and they practically wept with heartache.

Ha! So much for all their talk of loving her—true colors always show when it counts.

From that moment on, the rift between Chen Juhua and her daughter began to grow.

But that’s a matter for later.

Meanwhile, Xu Qing had watched her father-in-law hand the money and vouchers straight into her daughter’s hands. Her excitement was beyond words. This was something she had never dared to imagine.

“An’an, is this money really ours? They won’t come back to take it away?”

Luo An pulled out a hundred and handed it to her, tucking the rest into her own pocket.
“Take it back? Only if my dad agrees!”

Hearing that, Xu Qing thought of the husband “silently guarding” by her side. Tears suddenly streamed down her face.
“Yes, yes—you’re right. We still have your father!”

She looked around hopefully, but of course saw nothing. Still, that didn’t matter—as long as he could see her.

“Honey, are you doing alright? My mom said a soul can’t linger too long in the mortal world—it will interfere with reincarnation. If you can’t endure anymore, then rest assured and go. I’ll take care of this family.”

She had said these words many times before, but she truly meant them. Ever since learning her husband had died yet still worried for them, she felt both guilty and overjoyed, and she now held much greater hope for the future.

Luo An knew her mother was using the nonexistent “Old Second Luo” as a spiritual pillar. But she didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

“Mom, tomorrow I’ll take you back to Grandma’s house. Once things are settled, I’ll head to the countryside. Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease.”

Xu Qing was reluctant to trouble her daughter and quickly waved her hands.
“No, no, the trip to the countryside is exhausting. Take these few days to rest at home. I’ll handle that matter myself.”

But Luo An refused to agree. From the deep attachment this body had to her mother, she knew that if it were the original host, she definitely would have gone. Besides, this would help raise the “mission completion rate” the system kept talking about.

Unlike other task-takers, she didn’t need the system’s help to fulfill her wishes.

But she was a perfectionist—just as she had been in cultivation. Back then, she had always been the undisputed number one among her peers. Otherwise, how could she have lived to be a three-hundred-year-old monster?

So once she bound to this blasted system, she decided she would complete every single mission flawlessly.

Xu Qing couldn’t out-stubborn her daughter. While the Luo family trembled in fear that Luo An might come knocking again, mother and daughter boarded a carriage bound for Xu Family Village.

The Xu family looked much the same as in the original host’s memories. When they saw the two return, they greeted them with great enthusiasm.

Even the usually prickly aunt was surprisingly kind. Upon learning Luo An was going to the countryside and Xu Qing was returning to the village, she voiced no complaints. Instead, she bustled about preparing things for Luo An and, with her mouth full of resentment, began cursing the Luo family.

“Your mom is just too stubborn. We’ve all said it—aside from your father, there isn’t a single decent person in the Luo family. But she just wouldn’t believe us. And now look! They actually dared to harm you! No way! I’ll have your uncle go confront them—our Xu family isn’t so easy to bully!”

As a cultivator, Luo An was highly sensitive. With one glance, she could tell these people were all genuinely kind. Naturally, there was no need to hide anything. She leaned in and whispered a few words in her aunt’s ear.

The woman’s face lit up with joy.
“Really? The Luo family’s finally had the sun rise in the west?”