Facing an Ancient God for a Year

What to do now?

Looking at the unconscious Pei Yanqing on the sofa, Fu Qian fell into deep thought.

If her mind had indeed been wiped clean, wouldn’t that be akin to spiritual murder on my part?

But how to save her? At the moment, my means for addressing this are really quite limited.

Use the Tyrant’s Fist to whip her a few times in a fight poison with poison strategy? The high likelihood of making things worse aside, her delicate body certainly wouldn’t withstand it.

To persist with the mistake and shine the Idiot’s Halo on her for a few hours, making her into a complete fangirl, then commanding her to live like a normal person?

Such Matryoshka doll-like behavior, which exists only in theory, is even less acceptable; besides, it is essentially like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—not my style at all.

Fu Qian always considered himself a reasonable person.

As he’d describe it himself, “We’re all trying to get by in this world, and everyone has to take responsibility for their actions.”

If I’ve truly ruined this girl because of my own mistake, no matter how hard it is, I’d definitely have to figure out a way to make it right.

After sleeping soundly for two hours, Pei Yanqing’s body twitched, and she drew in a deep breath.

She’s waking up.

Fu Qian remained silent, quietly observing her reaction.

Pei Yanqing’s eyelashes quivered, first opening her eyes in a daze, then subconsciously looking around, and furrowing her brows upon finding herself in a strange environment.

There’s a change!

Seeing that flicker of awareness in her eyes, Fu Qian breathed a sigh of relief—as long as there’s hope, that’s fine.

The next moment, he moved the ring on his hand.

The Clear Dream Ring activated once again, enveloping them both.

“Name?”

“Pei Yanqing.”

“Age?”

“21 years old.”

“Where do you live?”

“Lincheng University student apartments, number 9, room 207… Wait a second, who are you?”

Indeed a student!

Fu Qian looked at the questioning Pei Yanqing with a contented face.

This child seems to have been saved.

“You can call me ‘Mr. No Money Needed’.”

Recalling her earlier words, Fu Qian blurted out a casual remark.

No Money Needed…

Pei Yanqing stared blankly at Fu Qian for a few seconds, then her gaze began to scatter once again.

She’s still not fully recovered!

Fu Qian got a scare, having not expected a jest to nearly drag her back in.

Apparently, some mental imprints still haven’t been completely erased; this needed to be left to time.

Fu Qian snapped his fingers to attract Pei Yanqing’s attention, preventing her from getting confused again.

“Where is this, and why am I here?”

As Pei Yanqing slowly came to her senses, she once again raised the question that had come to her earlier.

Well asked! The events of these past few hours were indeed difficult to explain.

Fortunately, I had already decided to attribute everything to a dream.

“Why is there a UFO in the sky?”

Fu Qian suddenly exclaimed, pointing out the window.

A UFO…

Pei Yanqing instinctively turned her head to look.

Fu Qian carefully controlled his strength and delivered another chop to the back of her neck.

Not yet fully awake, Pei Yanqing once again fainted promptly and neatly.

This time, Fu Qian learned his lesson and directly hailed a car, letting it come to the building’s entrance, and supported her into it.

“Brother, your girlfriend’s not feeling well?”

The driver glanced at the senseless Pei Yanqing, unable to resist asking.

“She’s just a fan.”

Fu Qian said indifferently.

Fans…

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the taxi driver revealed an even more profound smile.

“Understood, understood. Your fan isn’t feeling well, so you’re helping with the treatment, right?”

Moral standards are declining, and people’s hearts are no longer like the old days!

Looking at the driver whose imagination was too wild, Fu Qian huffed, and the legendary aura of chill instantly filled the entire car.

The driver shivered and inexplicably felt short of breath and shaky in his limbs. He no longer dared to joke and concentrated on driving straight to the destination.

Speaking of which, Pei Yanqing’s current appearance indeed wasn’t suitable to be seen by others.

After giving the driver a little fright, Fu Qian also realized this was a problem.

It wasn’t a big deal outside, but once at the university, arriving at the school in a work uniform brought by a stranger, even if explained as passing out during work, it would still be hard to avoid remarks.

Seeing the task through to the end, the destination was quickly reached. Supporting Pei Yanqing as they got out of the car, Fu Qian took out his phone and made a call to Young Master Qin.

“What do you need from me?”

On the other end, Young Master Qin’s voice still sounded unnatural, indicating that the previous black dress incident had left him with quite a shadow.

Add to that the current situation, how had he, a fine young man, inexplicably become a source of trouble!

Fu Qian couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Give me Tan Ying’s number.”

“Tan Ying?”

Qin Mingze paused before responding, his voice stumbling.

“… That girl might have some complaints about you recently, are you sure you want to contact her?”

“Uh-huh, need her help with something.”

That’s right, after thinking it over, Fu Qian realized he actually had no one else to ask for this kind of help.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Lincheng University College of Fine Arts was also in this campus, and Tan Ying, whom he had only met once, turned out to be the most suitable person.

“Alright.”

Qin Mingze was clearly busy and sent over Tan Ying’s contact information without further conversation.

Fu Qian dialed the number listed and it rang four times before someone picked up, with Tan Ying’s voice, full of confusion, coming through.

“Who is this?”

“Fu Qian. We just had an in-depth discussion about art not long ago.”

…

“There’s a girl from your school who fainted, can you help bring her back to the dorm?”

“Fainted, a girl?”

Finally, Tan Ying responded with a hint of panic in her voice.

“Did you cause her to faint?”

It was indeed me who caused it, though not in the way you’re thinking.

Fu Qian thought to himself.

But of course, he couldn’t say that; it didn’t matter if he himself had no principles, but the victim did.

“What do you take me for? She fainted from exhaustion during part-time work; I just happened to come across her.”

“…Alright, wait there!”

Not long after hanging up, Fu Qian saw Tan Ying’s car pass through the school gate and come towards him, eventually stopping abruptly in front of him.

And when Tan Ying saw Pei Yanqing next to Fu Qian, her eyes widened.

“Do you know who she is?”

“Supposedly named Pei Yanqing. Why, is she famous?”

“There aren’t many at Lincheng University who don’t know her.”

Tan Ying snorted and scrutinized Pei Yanqing back and forth a few times, clearly not quite understanding the situation before her.

“You didn’t do anything to her, did you?”

“Would I do something to a girl and bring her to find you?”

Fu Qian asked while rubbing his head.

Er!

Tan Ying thought about it and realized the logic was indeed absurd, so she didn’t dwell on it any further and immediately helped to escort the person onto her vehicle.

As Tan Ying’s car drove away, this trouble was finally settled.

When Pei Yanqing woke up in the dorm, the plot in her mind would basically consist of her fainting at work, being helped back by kind-hearted people and classmates, with some hazy dreams mixed in between.

Finally sorted out, staying at home really is simpler!

Fu Qian felt this deeply once again.