Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 692: Acting Recklessly on a Whim

He Tu quickly glanced at Yun Ran, a flash of guilt in his eyes. He was already aware that he was inadvertently part of the scheme against Yun Ran.

Even though he didn’t really understand Yun Ran, he could empathize.

If he encountered such a fool who ruined things with good intentions, he’d definitely be hopping mad and give them a severe reprimand!

What he hated most in this life were fools!!!

Well now, he’s become the fool himself, which is a bit awkward.

Trying to explain that he acted with goodwill, he found himself at a loss for words.

Yun Ran just watched as the expressions on He Tu’s face changed constantly.

Until He Tu couldn’t sit still any longer, itching all over like he had ADHD.

Yun Ran finally spoke slowly: "Tell me, what are your thoughts."

He Tu: ...

He was almost a hundred years old, yet he was being toyed with by a little girl!

Especially since there were nearly ten Little Papermen beside him, staring intently, as if saying this wouldn’t end unless he came up with something.

This feeling was not pleasant at all.

Feeling deeply affected, He Tu’s mind somehow wandered back to a past event.

Once an old plastic friend predicted for him, saying near his hundredth year, he’d face a calamity.

At that time, he scoffed back immediately, not believing such a thing would happen.

He just figured that shameless old geezer was doing it on purpose, couldn’t stand him doing well, so he deliberately messed with his mindset.

He still recalled that old geezer’s advice to cultivate his character from then on for longevity.

Ah...

He Tu wanted to laugh it off, but facing Yun Ran, he simply didn’t dare.

After a long bout of awkwardness, He Tu shyly spoke: "This time, it’s my arrogance. I’ll compensate you for your losses..."

That woman called Rong Gu severely injured him and also imprinted something on his Divine Soul that he had totally failed to notice.

Being the ’middleman’ and so miserable, Yun Ran, the ultimate target, definitely couldn’t be feeling good.

Not to mention the Magic Artifact Yun Ran used to escape; if he dared omit compensation, he’d really lose face.

Not that He Tu was noble; he used to do this all the time.

Whether implicated or actively provoking, he’d always twist it to make others compensate him; basic tactics, really.

Hearing He Tu’s promise to compensate, Yun Ran, usually very money-minded, didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Knowing He Tu’s history of rampant behavior over the decades, she didn’t even need to think; whatever he was hiding was surely valuable.

Yun Ran lightly tapped her fingers on the table, the sound wasn’t loud, yet it felt like knocking on He Tu’s heart.

This gave He Tu the sensation of being targeted.

Clearly Yun Ran maintained the same soft and cute girl look.

Yet, her eyes, and the coldness they conveyed, made one’s heart shiver.

He Tu stammered a bit: "If you...if you feel it’s not enough... I...after I die, you’ll get all my possessions."

As he spoke, He Tu’s words flowed more smoothly.

If someone had told him before that one day he’d willingly pass all his possessions to a little girl he had enmity with, he’d definitely think that person was crazy.

Now, though, he was willing to give all those treasured artifacts to Yun Ran.

Thus, one can never empathize with one’s past self.

He Tu felt moved by his generosity, but Yun Ran still remained expressionless staring at him.

This puzzled He Tu; was this not enough?

"Is that all you’ve thought about? Just compensation, and it’s over?"

He Tu looked at Yun Ran with confusion, his expression clearly saying ’Isn’t this enough?’.

Almost made Yun Ran laugh from anger.

She couldn’t expect this half-righteous and half-demonic old monster to self-reflect; in their dictionary, reflection simply didn’t exist.

Voluntary compensation was already the limit.

Yun Ran was also too tired to keep dragging on with He Tu and spoke directly: "The root cause of today’s situation.

Is because there’s no one to supervise you, letting you do whatever you want without a care.

Even with the Special Administration Bureau’s existence, they only maintain the bare minimum standards..."

He Tu swore he truly listened to Yun Ran carefully, understanding every word.

But, when linked together, he still couldn’t grasp Yun Ran’s meaning.

Then he stared with those uniquely foggy old eyes, a ’and then?’ expression of curiosity.

Yun Ran: ...

She somewhat felt now what her uncles might have felt facing juniors running wild, unsure of what exactly was wrong.

Also couldn’t believe the old thing who was nearly buried was so obtuse!

Yun Ran wasn’t into preaching, so she waved her hand, letting the Little Paperman speak for her.

The Little Paperman loved this ’combat’ moment, and in less than a second, they somehow coordinated and chose a spokesperson.

One Little Paperman immediately puffed up its chest, raised its head, and struck a pose.

Then immediately launched into a tirade: "Master wants you to reflect, being as old as you are, still completely lacking restraint, impulsively doing whatever!

You being miserable yourself is one thing, but dragging others down, fortunately, our master is amazing, if it were someone else, they’d already be ruined by you!

Don’t think just because people call you an old monster, that you’re truly invincible; there are plenty more formidable than you, those with brains, playing with you like a dog..."

Little Paperman berated with straightforward words, at last, He Tu understood.

He wanted to get angry; for decades, he had been bested by a little girl, fair enough.

Now, even a small Magic Artifact with spiritual wisdom dared to point and scold him.

He Tu wanted to rebut, questioning if he was really so useless, reckless, and inept...

But then saw Yun Ran’s sinister gaze.

In a burst of rage, He Tu briefly got angry.

Then turned his head toward the ground, hmph, just bullying an old man!

Meanwhile, his mind secretly muttered: Yun Ran isn’t nice, later he’ll retreat to the mountains, never to come out again!