Seeing the message sent by Yan Qi using Jizi Ge’s account, Ma Fangfang quickly typed a reply.
“It’s just because it’s so late now, and I didn’t want to bother Master Daoyan.”
Looking at Ma Fangfang’s reply, Yan Qi made an exasperated face and typed:
“So you’re too embarrassed to bother Daoyan, but you’re perfectly fine bothering me? Do I look like I don’t need rest?”
“But Sister Zige, didn’t you say before that you’re a soul-bearing electronic songstress?”
“That’s right, I did say that. But what does that have to do with you disturbing me?”
Yan Qi, seeing Ma Fangfang’s message, asked with clear confusion.
Hearing this, Ma Fangfang was stunned for a moment, then tapped out a question on her phone.
“Sister Zige, do electronic songstresses get tired too?”
“Of course we do. Electronic songstresses aren’t machines.”
Seeing Yan Qi’s reply, Ma Fangfang finally understood why she had sent that previous message. Flustered, she hurriedly typed out an apology on her phone.
“I’m so sorry, Sister Zige! I thought when you said ‘electronic songstress,’ it meant you wouldn’t get tired. That’s why I said what I did earlier. I’m really, really sorry.”
Reading the apology from Ma Fangfang on her phone, Yan Qi realized she had disturbed her late at night simply because she didn’t understand the concept of an electronic songstress. Her expression softened considerably, and she typed back.
“Ignorance is no crime. But if you make this mistake again, I’ll have your master give your bottom a good spanking, understood?”
“Understood, Sister Zige! I definitely won’t make the same mistake I did today.”
Seeing Ma Fangfang’s promise come through, Yan Qi dropped the subject.
Remembering the question Ma Fangfang had asked earlier, which she hadn’t had a chance to answer yet, Yan Qi quickly typed to Ma Fangfang on the other side of the screen.
“By the way, about the question you asked before, do you still need me to answer it for you now?”
“Of course! I’m really interested in that blood-red gemstone that appeared this morning.”
“In that case, I’ll answer your question about the blood-red gemstone.”
After inputting this text on the virtual keyboard in front of her, Yan Qi paused briefly before starting to type again on her phone.
…
“So that blood-red gem was made from the crystallized remains of an abyssal demon beast.”
After reading the text sent by Yan Qi, Ma Fangfang finally understood what that blood-red gemstone from this morning was. An expression of sudden comprehension dawned on her face, and she muttered the words quietly to herself.
Even after saying it, there were still some key points she didn’t quite grasp, so Ma Fangfang continued typing.
“Sister Zige, since the blood-red gem is made from the residual crystals of abyssal demon beasts, what’s the principle behind how it confirms my talent?”
“The blood-red gemstone can detect your talent because it injects spiritual energy into your body and determines your talent level based on the energy’s feedback.”
Understanding now how the blood-red gem worked, Ma Fangfang, after recovering, continued typing on her phone.
“Oh, I see! No wonder when I touched that blood-red gem this morning, I felt something enter my body. So that was spiritual energy!”
“Alright, let’s not talk about this anymore. Do you have any other questions?”
Feeling her eyelids growing heavy, Yan Qi knew it was time for her to sleep. So, she asked Ma Fangfang on the other end of the mysterious chat app.
Looking at the message sent by Yan Qi using the electronic songstress account, Ma Fangfang thought carefully and realized she had nothing else to ask. She typed her reply on the phone.
“Thank you, Sister Zige. I don’t have anything else to ask.”
“Since you have no more questions, Fangfang, you should hurry up and go to sleep. After all, children need plenty of sleep to grow big and strong.”
Reading Yan Qi’s message, which reminded her of her personal maid’s nagging, Ma Fangfang fearing she would go on and on, quickly typed:
“Okay, I’ll hurry up and go to sleep. Goodnight, Sister Zige.”
“Goodnight, Fangfang.”
Ending her brief online chat with Ma Fangfang, and because it was very late coupled with the many unexpected troubles she’d encountered that day, Yan Qi disconnected from the internet and deactivated her electronic songstress transformation.
Then, she simply collapsed onto her bed, pulled the quilt over herself, and within moments, fell fast asleep.
…
The next morning, Wednesday, after sleeping a solid ten-plus hours, Yan Qi finally willed her eyes to open.
“Whoa, why is the sun so bright outside? Could it be noon already?”
Shielding her eyes from the sunlight streaming through the window, Yan Qi, her long white hair splayed across the pillow, remarked with some surprise.
Then, she decided not to laze in bed any longer and got up.
After spending over half an hour grooming herself and feeling everything was just right, Yan Qi left her room and went down to the living room.
“Mom, where did Dad go?”
Noticing that aside from her mom, there was no one else in the living room, Yan Qi couldn’t help but scratch her head and ask Li Caifeng.
Hearing this, Li Caifeng quickly provided an answer, and Yan Qi soon figured out why her father was missing.
“Sigh, I thought after such a dangerous incident yesterday, Dad’s superiors would give him time off like last time.”
“Your father is a criminal police officer. Plus, the world is getting more chaotic by the day. Getting his superiors to grant him leave for something with such little impact isn’t easy.”
Thinking about how her husband had received a call from the station early this morning and rushed out in a hurry, Li Cai Feng said this to her daughter.
Hearing this, and knowing full well that the outside world was becoming increasingly chaotic, Yan Qi agreed with her mother in a tone of affirmation.
“Yeah, it’s a mess everywhere outside now. It really is difficult for Dad to get approved for time off like he used to.”