Chapter 13: There Is Nothing in This World That I Cannot Handle

Cemetery.

After laying his grandfather to rest, Su Yifan and his family burned incense and paid their respects to Su Huaimin.

When all was done, Su Yifan said he wanted to spend a little more time with his grandfather, so he asked his father, Su Zhenguo, and the others to head home first.

Once his father and the rest had departed, Su Yifan sat by his grandfather’s tombstone and murmured softly, “Grandfather, your grandson has avenged you. Please rest in peace. From today onward, I will protect our family.”

He picked up a bottle of liquor, poured some onto the earth, and took a swig himself.

After speaking to his grandfather for more than ten minutes, Su Yifan reluctantly took his leave.

Outside the cemetery, Su Yifan decided to buy a cell phone so he could stay in touch with his family at any time.

He was about to leap into the air and fly toward the city center, but as soon as his feet left the ground, he landed back down.

“Better not,” he thought. “It’s broad daylight—wouldn’t want to scare anyone.”

After a moment’s thought, he chose to hail a taxi by the roadside.

Soon, the car stopped in the city center.

“How much is it?” Su Yifan asked.

The taxi driver glanced at Su Yifan in the rearview mirror, then held up five fingers. “Fifty.”

The fare was really only thirty, but seeing how young Su Yifan looked, the driver decided to pad the price with an extra twenty for “fuel.”

Su Yifan saw through the ruse at once, but said nothing. He simply pulled a crisp hundred-yuan bill from a thick stack and handed it to the driver.

“Here you go. Keep the change.”

At first, the driver regretted not asking for more when he saw the cash in Su Yifan’s hand, but after hearing that he could keep the change, he wished he could smack himself.

“Hey, young man—” he started, but when he looked back, Su Yifan had already vanished from the car.

—

After getting out, Su Yifan scanned the area with his spiritual sense and quickly spotted a Huawei flagship store.

He entered, wasted no words, and after a quick glance, bought the top-of-the-line Huawei Mate 90 Pro. After picking up a new SIM card, he left the store.

As he pondered what to do next—

“Su Yifan?”

A woman’s voice called from behind.

“Hmm?” Su Yifan found the voice familiar and turned to look, only to see the beautiful woman who had given him a ride home the day before.

“It really is you!” Liu Yan had only recognized his back at first and wasn’t certain.

Now, seeing Su Yifan turn around, she immediately hopped out of her sports car.

“Are you looking for me?” Su Yifan pointed at himself, feeling a little uneasy.

Could it be she saw through his act yesterday? Impossible, right? His performance was flawless—good enough for an Oscar. How could she possibly tell?

Liu Yan walked over, pursed her lips, and said, “Hey, yesterday you—”

“I didn’t mean to yesterday.”

“You—”

“Sorry, how much do I owe you for the ride? I’ll pay you now.”

He started to hand her money.

Smack!

Liu Yan gave him a light slap on the shoulder, frowning. “What are you talking about? What ride fare?”

Su Yifan paused, then asked quietly, “Aren’t you here to ask me for the fare?”

“Who asked you for money?” Liu Yan gave him a sidelong glance, annoyed. “I wanted to ask why you left so fast yesterday—I drove around Yun City half a day looking for you.”

After leaving Grandpa Song’s, she’d circled the city in her car searching for him.

She was, after all, the heiress of the Liu family, one of Yun City’s most prominent clans—a figure admired by countless wealthy young men. To think she’d be out scouring the streets for a man! If word got out, who knows how many would envy him.

“You were looking for me?” Su Yifan was puzzled.

If she wasn’t after the fare, what did she want?

The next moment, a wild thought flashed through his mind.

No way! Could she have taken a liking to him?

He quickly said, “Actually, I already—”

“Su Yifan, you were incredible yesterday!”

“Incredible?”

“Of course! You didn’t even look inside the wooden box, yet you could correctly state the age of the ginseng. Isn’t that amazing?” Liu Yan’s eyes sparkled with admiration.

Now Su Yifan understood.

Thank goodness. As long as she hadn’t fallen for him.

“It’s nothing—just practice.” Su Yifan scratched his head.

In his five years on the mountain, he’d dug up and eaten so many ginseng roots that this sort of thing was second nature.

Liu Yan burst out laughing. “You can even use that phrase this way?”

Yesterday, seeing him in plain clothes, she hadn’t paid much attention. Now, with his changed attire and the handsome, resolute lines of his face, she found him much more pleasing to the eye.

Noticing her gaze, Su Yifan said, “So, do you need something? If not, I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait, hold on—” Liu Yan hurried to stop him.

“Yes?” Su Yifan asked.

Liu Yan hesitated, then said, “Could you do me a favor?”

“A favor? What kind?”

“It’s not a big deal. I want to pick out a decent gift for my grandfather’s birthday and hoped you could help me choose. With your sharp eye, I’m sure you’ll find something good. Don’t worry, I won’t let you help for nothing—I’ll treat you to a meal afterward.”

She blurted out her request in one breath.

She had originally planned to give her grandfather the ginseng, but it was only twenty years old. If she gave such a young root as a gift, she’d become the laughingstock of the family.

With only two days left until her grandfather’s birthday, time was running out. She pinned her hopes on Su Yifan.

Hearing her out, Su Yifan thought he might as well repay her for yesterday’s ride. He nodded, “All right. Since you trust me so much, I’ll go with you.”

“Really? That’s wonderful!” Liu Yan was overjoyed.

She hadn’t expected him to agree so readily—was it because of her beauty?

—

Half an hour later.

Su Yifan and Liu Yan stood before an antiques street.

“This is where you plan to buy the gift?” Su Yifan asked in surprise.

Liu Yan smiled. “That’s right. It shouldn’t be a problem for you, right? Or… can’t you do it?”

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing in this world I can’t do. Let’s go!”

His spirits high, Su Yifan strode confidently into the market.

The two browsed more than half the street, but nothing caught Su Yifan’s eye. It wasn’t that there were no genuine treasures, but none of them were worth much. Liu Yan wanted a birthday present for her grandfather, and since he’d agreed to help, he wasn’t about to pick something at random.

Just as they were nearing the end of the street, suddenly—a purple clay teapot on one of the stalls drew Su Yifan’s attention.