Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate

The proprietress was clearly delighted; this was the happiest she’d been in decades.

"Little Ying, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know when I would have ever made that call. I didn’t know if he’d still be willing to call me ’Mom,’ and I never imagined he’d actually come back to see me."

"Oh, Little Ying, I have to go back and get some new bedding ready, plus all their favorite foods. I can’t stay."

After the proprietress left, Little White seemed rather indignant.

Wen Ying noticed its mood and reached out to stroke its fur. "Don’t get so worked up. You’ll have your chance to do whatever you’re planning once he’s back."

Little White’s eyes lit up. ’That makes sense.’

’The son may have had his reasons, but not contacting his mother for so many years is still his fault!’

’The proprietress worries about him every day—she has way more white hair than others her age. And what about him, out there enjoying himself?’

’And he’s only willing to come back because he has a girlfriend now?’

With that matter settled, Wen Ying found herself with some time on her hands.

Little White, feeling a bit bored, ran off to the backyard and disappeared for the entire day.

It wasn’t until Wen Ying was making dinner that she discovered him. Well, I’ll be! Little White had been curled up next to the Zhu Yu Grass the whole time.

He was lying there comfortably on his back, belly to the sky.

His mouth was opening and closing.

Animals that had gained sentience really were better at sensing Spiritual Energy.

Wen Ying walked over and lifted Little White up by the scruff. "Did you eat a leaf?"

Little White dangled its short legs, looking innocently at Wen Ying before starting to gesture with its paws.

"Write it on the ground."

Little White was speechless. "..."

"I didn’t know it was something good! I only realized after I ate it! Master, I was wrong! I was so wrong! I’ll never do it again!"

[Host, don’t be so stingy. If the Fox Immortal eats a few more leaves, he’ll be able to talk. Isn’t that worth it? And isn’t writing with his paws ugly? Weren’t you just complaining about it, Host?]

’Such a cute little fox, and the Host is still finding fault with him.’

’This makes the system a bit melancholic.’

’When I can finally take a physical form, what kind of form should I choose?’

’I originally thought the little fox was pretty cute, so I could become one.’

But seeing the Host act so stingy toward such an adorable fox, the system immediately gave up on that idea with a heart of steel!

"He can learn to talk?"

Wen Ying’s eyes lit up, no longer caring that the system had called her stingy.

Her mind was completely filled with the thought of a talking Little White.

’If he could talk, how much trouble would that save her?’

Wen Ying held Little White up, turning him around for a serious inspection. He didn’t seem to have changed at all.

’Did he not eat enough Zhu Yu Grass?’

’But Zhu Yu Grass is very filling. Wouldn’t eating too much at once make him explode?’

Little White looked pitifully at Wen Ying. ’I can feel how special this plant is. My master isn’t going to sacrifice me to the heavens for this, is she?’

’WHIMPER. WHIMPER.’

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Little White shook his head. ’Is my master inspecting my body to see if I’m suitable to be eaten?’

’No way!’

’Absolutely not!’

’I’m such a poor, fragile little thing.’

’How can I pass away at such a young age?’

Wen Ying put Little White down. He immediately prostrated himself fully on the ground for her to see.

His intention to beg for forgiveness was perfectly clear.

"Do you feel full? Can you eat any more?"

Little White never expected his master to ask that. He gestured with his paws on the ground, "I’m a little full, and I’m not hungry."

"Try eating another leaf?"

Little White immediately shook his head, his soft, cute head bobbing back and forth like a pellet drum at lightning speed.

’No way, no way! How could I dare? Eating this good stuff right in front of my master? That’s just courting death!’

Wen Ying just stared at Little White, who was getting confused by her gaze. ’What on earth does my master mean by this?’

’Is she not going to let me off the hook unless I eat it?’

’Could it really be something so absurd?’

Seeing Little White remain motionless, Wen Ying plucked a leaf from the Zhu Yu Grass and popped it into her own mouth.

Then she looked at Little White.

Little White looked at the only eight leaves remaining, then tremblingly reached out a paw and turned to look at Wen Ying.

Only after seeing Wen Ying nod did he snatch one off and stuff it in his mouth.

His movements were incredibly swift.

HIC.

An extremely loud burp erupted from Little White’s body. He shyly covered his face with his paws.

But his paws were too small to cover much, leaving him looking adorably silly.

"Full now?"

Little White nodded while still covering his face. He was truly full now, the kind of full where you couldn’t eat another bite.

’If his master made him keep eating, Little White decided he would rather die than submit!’

’But... why would I even have such a ridiculous thought?’

’This is an Immortal Herb brimming with Spiritual Energy!’

Little White didn’t recognize the Zhu Yu Grass, but that didn’t stop him from recognizing the presence of Spiritual Energy.

All things possess a spirit, and Little White was a Fox Immortal who had already gained sentience and even had some cultivation.

"Can’t eat any more?"

Little White kept nodding. He really couldn’t eat anymore. ’Please, Master, spare me.’

Little White knew he was wrong. He would never be this greedy again.

Seeing Little White’s response, Wen Ying was a little disappointed. ’So he can only eat two leaves at most in one go.’

’Looks like my experiment in force-feeding him for growth is doomed to fail. How disappointing.’

Little White scrambled up, stood on his hind legs, and waved his paws at Wen Ying, trying to be cute. Suddenly, THUD.

He fell straight to the ground, eyes closed and unconscious.

Wen Ying looked at Little White. The little guy didn’t seem to be faking it; he was truly passed out.

’I wonder how long it will take him to digest all that. Hopefully, when he wakes up, he’ll have a little surprise for me.’

Wen Ying carried Little White back into the house and made a simple bed for him out of a cardboard box and a blanket.

Little White lay in his new bed, sleeping soundly.

Bored and with nothing else to do, Wen Ying grabbed a small stool, sat down in front of the Zhu Yu Grass, and stared at it blankly.

’If I eat this entire plant, then I won’t have any Immortal Herbs left. What am I going to do?’

’So depressing.’

[The system has sensed the Host’s melancholy and has triggered a hidden quest: An Unconventional Livestream]

[Will the Host choose to accept or accept?]

[Complete this livestreaming mission to obtain an Immortal Herb with even richer Spiritual Energy than the Zhu Yu Grass!~]

"And what if I don’t accept the mission?"

[The Host definitely needs Immortal Herbs, right? If one isn’t enough, there’s always another~]

"Deal. Besides, I’m a reputation value pauper right now. It’s time to start grinding!"

[This system seems to sense that it has fallen into the Host’s trap. Is this just this system’s imagination?]

"It’s not your imagination, it’s reality. I just wanted to ask what would happen if I didn’t accept, and I ended up getting an extra Immortal Herb out of it."

[...] ’This Host is getting more and more cunning. It seems she uses all her scheming to bargain with the system.’

[Does the Host know what content she is supposed to livestream?]

"No idea, but it’s definitely a mandatory mission. It doesn’t matter. I’ve even livestreamed from the world below."

Wen Ying’s nonchalant attitude once again sent the system into deep thought.

’Why is the host from the farming system next door so obedient, well-behaved, and makes people feel sorry for them? Ah, no, I mean... makes *systems* feel sorry for them?’