The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 65 - : I Shrunk Again

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: I Shrunk Again

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“You don’t have anything else to say?”

Qin Yu asked with a hint of suspicion. He couldn’t quite believe that the old man was only able to see so little in Ah Da. With his abilities, he was definitely hiding something.

“Ah, now that you mention it, I do remember there was something I forgot to mention…”

Master Ting Chan took a deep breath, stood up, and patted his buttocks. In the next second, the unkempt and quirky master jumped up and ran out through the open window.

That’s right, he ran.

It was completely unexpected.

...

Ah Da was stunned.

Master Ting Chan, despite his advanced age and a big bushy beard, was impressively agile. Remarkable!

Qin Yu strode to the window. The figure had already disappeared from the narrow path outside. His elongated eyes squinted slightly, “He’s quick on his feet indeed. Always ready when it’s time to ask for money, and playing the fool the rest of the time.”

Ah Da asked curiously, “Is the master… always like this?”

Qin Yu turned and walked back, his tone relaxed, “I saw him a few times when I was a child, and back then he was just the same as he is now, half-truthful, half-fabricated, an old charlatan speaking nonsense.”

Ah Da didn’t see it that way, “I think he’s quite impressive. At least he told us so much…”

While speaking, Ah Da’s expression suddenly changed, and she swiftly stood up. She took out a transparent small bottle from her backpack, inside was the Gu Worm that she had collected earlier.

“We’re in trouble. I forgot to ask the master about this Gu Worm. What do we do now? Should we go looking for him?”

Ah Da’s tone was anxious.

“No need,” Qin Yu glanced briefly and said indifferently, “He won’t let anyone find him for a while. The bug isn’t urgent nor important.”

Ah Da held the bottle, her spirits drooping like a frostbitten eggplant, her voice slightly choked, “I have such a bad memory.”

Qin Yu was about to comfort her, but in less than two seconds, the girl regained her spirits and very seriously and determinedly said to him, “Since that’s the case, I’ll have to stick by your side to protect you from now on.”

If they encountered the same situation as before, he would be in grave danger. The enemy was lurking in the shadows, and that certainly wouldn’t do.

Ah Da suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

“Protect me?”

Qin Yu gave a wry smile at the word ‘protect’. It was foreign to him, the first time in his life someone said they would protect him, and that someone was a… diminutive girl with slender arms and legs.

This left him at a loss.

“How do you intend to protect me?” Qin Yu stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His eyes, usually covered with frost, softened slightly as he leaned down.

Suddenly being so close, the man’s strikingly handsome features magnified before her eyes: a tall nose, sculpted lips, and skin color just right. Ah Da stammered for a long time.

“Just… just to protect you…”

Was there a need to specify how to protect someone?

Qin Yu slowly curled his lips in a smile, reaching out to touch her soft, jet-black braids. As his fingertips barely made contact, a flash of white light sparked, and a silver radiance burst forth from within the girl.

This sudden change caused Qin Yu’s brow to furrow.

Ah Da was also bewildered. She raised her hand to look at the beam of light on her arm, her cherry-red mouth slightly agape, “I…”

Everything happened too fast.

Qin Yu watched as the girl before him, poised and graceful, shrank down to the size of a palm. Her two diamond hairpins fell to the ground with a clear “ting ding” sound.

The braids unfurled, her black and soft hair spreading out like velvet, her dress swallowing her whole, tightly cocooning her, leaving just a small bulge barely visible.

Qin Yu: “…”

After a dizzying blur, Ah Da slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying in Qin Yu’s hands. Everything around her seemed to have grown several times larger, including Qin Yu, now seeming like a giant. This perspective was all too familiar to Ah Da.

Ah Da almost wanted to cry but had no tears; her small hands clutched the hem of her skirt, and her round and big black eyes showed discomfort and unease. She looked up and whispered to Qin Yu,

“I’ve shrunk again.”

Qin Yu replied, “I see.”

Ah Da: “…”

…

Her reduced size turned her previous assertion of protection into a ludicrous statement. How could this have happened when the Spiritual Power within her was normal…

Ah Da had suddenly become smaller, and her dress was certainly unfit to wear. Qin Yu placed her on the table, making use of the falling skirt, and with a “rip” sound, a dress worth six figures turned into several pieces of cloth in his hands.

Qin Yu picked a piece of the right size and handed it to Ah Da, “Make do with this for now, when we go out later I’ll put you in my pocket.”

“Oh… okay.”

Ah Da held the fabric shard, blushing so intensely she resembled a boiled crab, red to the core, utterly embarrassed and wishing she could burrow into a hole in the ground.

The little girl, the size of a palm, struggled to move her clothes, laboriously sticking out a small arm from underneath the skirt hem—so strikingly white that Qin Yu instinctively averted his eyes, turning sideways.

Ah Da’s cheeks grew even redder as she quickly wrapped the cloth around herself, layering it several times like a cicada’s shell—luckily her hair was long and thick, neatly covering her exposed shoulders and neck without revealing a hint.

“I’m ready.”

Ah Da indicated she was done, and Qin Yu turned back, picked her up, and placed her into his pocket. Before leaving, he patted her drooping little head.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Ah?”

Ah Da lifted her head, looking up at his resolute and smooth chin, not understanding the meaning behind his words. Was he trying to comfort her on purpose?

Qin Yu gently tapped her cheek with his finger, hinting, “Do you remember the cup of tea that Master Ting Chan had you drink?”

Tea?

Right!

Ah Da’s eyes widened as she recalled the master tracing his finger over the cup when he handed her the tea. She hadn’t noticed anything unusual after drinking it, so she had forgotten about it, but now the memory waited for her here.

“You’re saying there was something wrong with the tea? Master made me like this?” Ah Da couldn’t comprehend, her delicate face looking innocent and beautiful, “But why would he do that?”

“Probably wanted to see me taken down a peg,” Qin Yu spoke calmly, a hint of coldness in his tone.

Ah?!

He shrunk her to watch Qin Yu taken down a peg?

Ah Da couldn’t grasp the master’s reasoning—it was too capricious. A person whose words and actions were motivated by impulse, impossible to predict.

Qin Yu lightly touched her head and reassured, “Don’t worry, in a few days when the investment into Lingcheng Mountain doesn’t come through, he’ll come out on his own. The monk might run, but the monastery can’t escape.”

Ah Da nodded, trusting him.

Qin Yu held the incense burner in his hand, picked up the little fabric pouch Ah Da had dropped, and turned to walk out the door.

Su Qingtong and Long Qi had been eagerly waiting outside; Qin Yu’s appearance immediately piqued their attention.

“Why are you alone? Where’s my little incense burner?” Su Qingtong frowned, running behind Qin Yu to search and not finding anyone, then came back to ask, “Didn’t you keep an eye on her? Surely that musty old man didn’t take her, did he?”

Qin Yu said nothing, but a tender, youthful voice came from him, “Sister Qingtong, I’m here!”

Su Qingtong followed the sound and saw a little person struggling to stick her small head out of the pocket, scrabbling at its edges—it was no one else but Ah Da.

“You…?…”

Su Qingtong’s eyes widened in disbelief, stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter.