017. Intersection

Wei Xun stepped forward, closing the distance between them in an instant, his gaze carrying a hint of pressure.

“What kind of premonition allows someone to predict the exact time and place? Even to the extent of carrying protective gear?”

His eyes landed on the canvas bag from which she had just retrieved a mask, then shifted back to her with an air of casual scrutiny, as if waiting to see how she would continue her fabrication.

Faced with his somewhat aggressive stare, Lin Mi instinctively tightened the strap of her crossbody bag, yet her gaze didn’t waver in the slightest.

On the contrary, it was at moments like this that she could least afford to show a trace of guilt or fear.

She smiled faintly, lifted her chin to meet his eyes, and spoke in an intentionally mysterious tone, “What if I told you I can foresee the future—would you believe me?”

A man like Wei Xun must be shrewd and discerning. Though she had done her utmost to justify her actions, her story wouldn’t hold up under true scrutiny.

After all, this was the age of advanced information networks. For people with wealth and power like him, thoroughly investigating a matter was a simple task.

But when it came to the arcane—those mystical arts shrouded in ambiguity—the situation was different.

The world is vast, full of wonders beyond explanation; there are always things that defy science.

She intended to make the most of this golden finger. She couldn’t always rely on clumsy excuses—after all, repeated lies are bound to unravel.

So, why not establish a persona from the start, giving her “golden finger” a reasonable disguise?

Assuming the guise of someone versed in the mystical arts was perfect—powerful and enigmatic.

Whether or not anyone believed her was of no consequence. She had provided both identity and rationale.

From then on, she wouldn’t waste time arguing with skeptics—if they trusted her, they could make money together. It was that simple.

Wei Xun was momentarily at a loss for words, clearly not expecting such an answer.

But looking at her calm composure, so unlike someone bluffing, he couldn’t help but doubt himself.

Could she be telling the truth?

To be honest, he didn’t believe in fate or the supernatural, but he knew that many in elite circles placed great stock in such things, often hiring so-called masters for advice at hefty prices.

He believed only in himself, yet hearing her words now, he felt a flicker of uncertainty.

“I’ve said all I need to. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. The only reason I warned you, and even bothered to help you escape the fire, was to repay your help the other night—nothing more.”

Lin Mi’s tone was resolute and righteous, her words implying that if it weren’t for returning the favor, she wouldn’t have been involved at all—let alone risked her own safety to save him.

Were it not for his help that night, she wouldn’t have bothered to warn him.

Wei Xun caught her meaning immediately.

Had he really been overthinking all this?

Then again, this woman’s background seemed ordinary enough—otherwise, she wouldn’t have been threatened that night.

Given her circumstances, how could she have possibly uncovered his itinerary in such detail?

She had no access to anyone in his inner circle; what motive could she possibly have?

Wei Xun’s doubts faded. Perhaps things were just as she said, not nearly as complicated as he’d imagined.

If she were truly sent by a rival, there’d be no reason for her to go to such lengths to save him.

“Thank you for what you did today. Fortunately, you arrived in time.”

With his suspicions gone, Wei Xun’s attitude shifted instantly, his gratitude now sincere and warm.

No matter what, she had saved his life.

“In that case, since you’re alright, I’ll take my leave.”

Relieved that he was no longer pressing the issue, Lin Mi felt a tremendous weight lift from her shoulders. Dealing with someone as cunning as him was utterly exhausting.

“Would you mind adding me on Note? Thanks to you, I’d like to treat you to a meal as thanks.” As she turned to leave, Wei Xun, almost without thinking, stepped in front of her.

“There’s no need to be so formal, is there? You helped me before; let’s call it even,” Lin Mi replied with a smile.

Wei Xun’s attitude was unwavering. “That night was nothing, just a small gesture—hardly worth mentioning. But what you did today is different; you saved my life. That’s not the same at all.”

Seeing that she might refuse, Wei Xun took a step closer. “Or do you think a meal isn’t sincere enough? If you prefer, I could—”

“No, that’s not what I meant at all.” Flustered by his insistence, Lin Mi quickly waved her hands in protest and, confronted by his uncompromising gaze, had no choice but to take out her phone.

“Alright, let’s add each other on Note, then.”

She had almost instinctively opened the green chat app, but remembering her golden finger’s abilities, she deftly switched to the Note app instead.

Wei Xun raised an eyebrow. It was the first time anyone had suggested exchanging Note accounts as a means of contact.

He didn’t use the app often—just for the occasional trending news. She was certainly an unusual one.

At that moment, a medical staff member hurried over, calling out, “Are either of you feeling unwell? Any coughing? Any injuries?”

Their conversation was interrupted. They had no choice but to acknowledge the reality—they had just escaped from a burning building.

Lin Mi coughed lightly and said to Wei Xun, “You should let them check you over—you inhaled quite a bit of smoke just now.”

“Let’s both get checked,” Wei Xun replied.

The two of them were then led aside for a brief medical examination.

During the process, Wei Xun’s eyes kept drifting to Lin Mi. Though his suspicions had abated, he remained full of curiosity and questions.

As for Lin Mi, her gaze would occasionally return to the still-smoking hotel, her heart tense and anxious.

She wondered if the outcome of this fire would truly be changed.

She had seen many people escape, at least the guests on the fourth floor—who had been most at risk—had all made it out in time.

Now, all she could do was wait for the final result.

And so, she sat down at the edge of the emergency area, unable to relax until she knew the disaster’s outcome.

Wei Xun, seeing her seated and unmoving, sat beside her to wait as well.

It was only then that he realized his phone was still with Han Lin—who knew where that guy had run off to?

Ten minutes later.

Lin Mi’s tightly gripped phone vibrated.

She immediately opened the system page, and sure enough, a notification popped up:

Ding! Successfully performed a major positive intervention! Prevented potential serious casualties! Energy points +500!

Ding! Successfully saved a key individual! Energy points +300!

Ding! System wallet balance: 18,241,100 yuan. Energy points: 145 + 500 + 300 = 945 points!