Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 12

Seeing that they had fallen silent, Luo An feigned surprise and asked,
“Cousin, are you alright? Even if you feel guilty for not buying me a watch, you don’t need to punish yourself by slapping your own face!”

Then, with ease, she slipped the watch off his wrist. Holding it in her hand, she even showed a look of distaste.

“Since Cousin is so sincere, I’ll reluctantly accept it. To be honest, I really don’t fancy second-hand things. But if I don’t take it, Cousin might keep blaming himself and slap himself to death. As his younger sister, how could I bear that?”

Not only the Luo family, but even 001—who was eating melon seeds and watching the show—couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.

What a thing to say! If you don’t want it, then don’t take it!

Sitting dazed in the middle of the Luo family, Luo Ping was stunned. He hadn’t expected that his second uncle truly existed—and could actually beat him up.

So… so Grandpa and Grandma hadn’t been lying after all.

The moment he realized that there really were “ghosts” in this world, Luo Ping became mute as though someone had pressed his acupoint. Not only did he not react to his watch being stripped away, even if someone took off his underwear, he might not have been able to respond.

Around them, the strangers were busy rushing for the train or saying their goodbyes. No one had the time to pay attention. They only thought Luo Ping was some fool who had slapped himself.

Wasn’t he a fool indeed? A grown man, fallen flat on the ground, not even trying to get up, eyes completely vacant.

Tsk, tsk. Pitiful.

Half an hour before departure, Luo An had already swept up everything, visible or not. By the end, the Luo family didn’t even have money for the bus fare home—they had to rely on their own two legs, walking for several hours before reaching home.

And that wasn’t even the worst. The worst was that, just before boarding the train, Luo An had “kindly” explained the whole story of why Cousin Luo Ping was infertile. She even suggested that Grandpa take him to the hospital to check if there was any way to fix it.

“Grandpa, it’s not that I can’t stand to see Cousin doing well, but every word I’ve said is true. Our Luo family only has this one male heir. If he’s ruined, then we can’t count on my dad. You may have to rely on Uncle to produce another son to continue the family line. Otherwise, how will you face the ancestors?”

Look at those words—she had thrown Grandpa’s usual favoritism right back in his face.

After digging her pit, Luo An cheerfully bid farewell to Xu Qing and her uncle, then boarded the train under their reluctant gazes.

But Luo Grandpa was left unsettled. He didn’t want to believe Luo An’s words, yet everything she said had actually happened.

Could it be… his precious eldest grandson really had turned into a eunuch?

On the way home, Luo Grandpa kept sneaking glances at Luo Ping’s lower half. He stayed like that until they reached home.

Guess as he might, there was no answer. Finally, hardening his heart, he ordered Luo Song to bring money and accompany Luo Ping with him to the hospital.

“Dad, is this really necessary? That girl must have said it just to spite us!”

Luo Grandpa clasped his hands behind his back, staring at the road as he strode forward.
“Whether it’s true or not, we’ll know once we check. Our family has only one male heir—we can’t take chances.”

Looking at his son, still dazed and unresponsive, Luo Song sighed deeply. Could they really be so unlucky?

But no matter their unease, the doctor’s diagnosis crushed all hope.

“Doctor, could you have misdiagnosed him? We brought him for treatment when he was injured before, and that doctor didn’t say he had lost his fertility!”

Being doubted was offensive to any professional, and this doctor was no exception.

“If you don’t trust me, go find someone else. But my diagnosis stands.”

What else could they say? They had sought this expert with great difficulty. If they offended him, they could forget about treatment.

“No, no, that’s not what we mean. Doctor, can this condition still be treated? My grandson is still young, and he doesn’t even have a child yet.”

The doctor looked at the three crestfallen men and, suppressing his irritation, replied,
“I can’t guarantee anything. If you want, I’ll prescribe some medicine. He can try taking it.”

Hearing that, their hearts sank further. If even the doctor didn’t dare promise a cure, was there really any hope left?

Habitually, Luo Grandpa reached for the pipe tucked at his waist, pondering Luo An’s “suggestion.” Should his eldest son try to have more children? But what if they were only daughters?

Still, the eldest grandson must be saved. Have children, seek treatment—both paths must be pursued. They had to get someone who could carry on the family name!

Just as he was about to light up his pipe, the doctor stopped him.
“Old comrade, if you want to smoke, at least look at where you are.”

Luo Grandpa: … What rotten luck—nowadays even strangers dared to scold him, and he couldn’t even fight back.

Damn it!

In the end, the three men left with a bag of medicine.

When Grandma Luo and Chen Juhua saw it, how could they not understand what it meant? Their hearts plummeted as though the sky had collapsed. Only Luo Ning stood aside, watching the chaos, with a trace of laughter in her eyes.

Great! Now none of them could carry on the family line. Let’s see how her brother could act high and mighty before her now.

But she hadn’t been happy for long before disaster struck. She received notice from the textile factory: she was suspected of cheating, and her qualification for employment was canceled. After much digging, she discovered the mastermind was none other than Zhang Xiaofang.

Zhang Xiaofang’s mother had died early. Less than a month after, her father remarried. Her stepmother feared that if Zhang Xiaofang stayed in the city, her own two children would be forced to go down to the countryside.

Of course she couldn’t allow that. Without hesitation, she sold off Zhang Xiaofang’s work placement, then secretly registered her for the “educated youth” program, sending her down to the countryside.

Just like the original host, Zhang Xiaofang suffered bitterly in the countryside. After returning to the city, she was despised by both father and stepmother. Eventually, she was forced into marriage with a man addicted to gambling, drinking, and whoring—just because he came from a somewhat influential family.

Luo An didn’t go confront her face to face. Instead, she replayed Zhang Xiaofang’s tragic fate in her dreams over and over—three nights in a row.

At first Zhang Xiaofang brushed it off. Then she grew wary. Finally, she spent money to investigate—and uncovered the truth.

Thinking of her own fate in the dream, then remembering how radiant Luo Ning had appeared in it, Zhang Xiaofang ground her teeth in hatred. Without hesitation, she exposed her stepmother’s shady dealings with Luo Ning at the textile factory.

The young girl cried miserably, saying she couldn’t live if no one stood up for her. What could the factory leaders do? They had to handle it. They couldn’t let her really die at the gates.

After checking the test papers, they found Luo Ning’s blank sheet compared to Zhang Xiaofang’s neat, full answers. They immediately decided Luo Ning wouldn’t be hired. The person who had tampered behind the scenes got scolded, but only scolded—after all, this sort of thing happened every year. Everyone knew but just didn’t talk about it. It was only unfortunate it got exposed this time.

The real losers were the Luo family. They had paid 400 yuan, yet the job still went to the Zhangs. Furious, Chen Juhua stormed over to Zhang Xiaofang’s stepmother, her face swollen like a pig’s head, and picked a fight.

“You were the one who swore you’d sell us the job. I gave you money, and now the job’s gone. Give me back the money, or I’ll go to the police and report you for fraud!”