Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 662 - 85: We All Have Our Own Secrets

Shen Qingxi’s family owned a car, but she herself couldn’t drive.

Driving a car in those days was a completely different matter from driving an automatic car in later years, and it required mechanical skills. If you couldn’t even locate the oil filter, you weren’t qualified to touch the steering wheel.

But Li Mumu could, and she was very familiar with it.

It wasn’t a memory from the future, but rather from her original self’s memory. At the age of seven, she had raced cars in the streets of Xinxiang with Wendy, participating in a friendly skirmish exchange with the local Werewolf Mafia families.

She put on her sunglasses and pinched her throat to make her voice deeper.

After redoing her makeup, Li Mumu had transformed into the elegant and charming Young Master Li.

Shen Qingxi drooled in admiration.

"What did you look like originally?"

Women’s foundation really is such a magical thing.

In an era without Photoshop software, a woman who knew how to use makeup could achieve the transformation effects of Sun Wukong’s seventy-two changes with just a box of foundation.

This was a blind spot in men’s knowledge.

Most men couldn’t tell the difference between a woman with and without makeup.

A skilled makeup artist could use the shadow effects created with foundation to alter facial contours.

Just like Li Mumu now, she could be said to be indistinguishable between male and female.

As for things like Adam’s apples... ordinary men wouldn’t notice such details.

Don’t apply movie plots to reality.

Real-life time bombs won’t intentionally leave two wires for you to cut.

If a male lead can’t recognize a female lead in male disguise, you can’t blame the makeup artist.

After all, a female star’s face is more important than the plot.

"Let’s have some morning tea first, then go shopping, and I’ll drop you off before going out again, how does that sound?"

"You decide~"

Shen Qingxi was acting like a love-struck pampered wife, even her voice turned coquettish.

She’s hopeless.

She would be considered as having a severe case of ’silly infatuation sickness’ filled with nonsense in her head and having one hundred and eight ’brothers’ on a bookshelf, if placed in the future.

It’s not about pollution, she’s just too keen!

"May I touch you?"

"I’m driving, don’t mess around."

"Can I touch you when you’re not driving? I just want to confirm your gender..."

"Where exactly do you want to touch?"

Although Tianmen People don’t have the habit of drinking morning tea, cafes in the Seaside District do open in the morning.

Shen Qingxi ordered a cream cake and assertively pushed it in front of Li Mumu.

"Feed me!"

"Are your hands disabled?" 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I am the Sect Hierarch! I command you to feed me!"

Watching Li Mumu silently sipping coffee with her legs crossed, Shen Qingxi covertly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and coldly huffed, "If you don’t feed me, we’ll need to have a serious talk. Which guest on the list is so important that you, Sister Reddy, are willing to pay such a big price? Is it a man or a woman?"

"Of course it’s a man."

Li Mumu frankly admitted.

Hiss—

Shen Qingxi gasped in shock: "You dressed up as a man to get close to a man?"

No, I’ve already imagined a thirty-thousand-word plot!

"Is he handsome?"

"Handsome and dashing, young and rich."

"Eek—!"

Shen Qingxi felt goosebumps rising on her back.

"How long have you known him?"

"Growing up together since childhood, childhood friends."

"But he only likes men, doesn’t he? He has no feelings for you?"

"No, we got along very well, but his mother didn’t approve of us being together, and she gave me 500,000 Current Oceanias to leave her son."

"Did you give up just for 500,000 Money?"

"I didn’t give up. We eloped, but were caught by his family and I was buried alive in Chaotic Grave Mound."

"Then after you died, your resentment lingered and you turned into the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost to come back for revenge?"

"Yes."

Shen Qingxi fell silent for a moment, then cautiously asked, "You’re kidding me, right?"

"Yes!"

"I knew it! It sounds like a script!"

Shen Qingxi, boiling with rage, puffed up her face: "Feed me now!"

"Okay."

Li Mumu picked up a cake-serving fork and moved it towards Shen Qingxi’s mouth, a spoiling smile on her face: "Open up."

"You must say, ’Lord Sect Master, please open your mouth.’"

"My dear, ah~"

Shen Qingxi, dizzy from the cake, giggled with her hand covering her face for a long while before she finally sobered up, her gaze sharp as she looked at Li Mumu: "You’re not the Sister Reddy I know. Who are you really?"

Li Mumu asked in confusion, "Is there a big difference?"

"She had some pride."

"Though I don’t like hearing this, you summed it up well."

Li Mumu smiled and retorted: "Cangqing, Amber, Reddy... it does sound like a very close-knit group, but in reality, we three aren’t that familiar. We all have our own secrets and just happened to come together by chance. I’ve never actually asked you if you’re really Shen Qingxi, right?"

"No!"

Shen Qingxi corrected: "You know the current me, the real me."

"How do you know I didn’t know the original Shen Qingxi?"

"The original me didn’t know you at all!"

"Not knowing me doesn’t mean Shen Qingxi didn’t know me."

Shen Qingxi was dumbfounded for a while, puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"My point is, don’t overthink it. This world is already complicated enough. Heiresses dying and coming back to life, a Red-Clothed Woman Ghost who can walk under the sun—nothing needs to be reasonable or is absolutely unreasonable. Life is short, cherish the present!"

After finishing the last sip of black American coffee, Li Mumu stood up and asked: "Should I take you home, or do you want to go shopping with me?"

"Let’s go shopping!"

Shen Qingxi answered without hesitation: "I want to buy you a bottle of cologne, make you smell nice, and have you sleep with me tonight!"

...

This woman is really hopeless.

Li Mumu wandered around the streets but didn’t buy much.

After all, she was only there to catch a cheater at the charity auction entrance... spit! To catch a person, not to live as a man.

She chose a low-key and refreshing men’s cologne for herself, not accepting Shen Qingxi’s gesture.

But Shen Qingxi, dead set against giving up, finally exchanged the gift for a gray cashmere scarf.

Seeing the weather getting cooler day by day, it was also time to get some new clothes.

Additionally, a gold-rimmed pair of flat glasses, a set of linen-colored work suits, colloquially called work clothes.

She wasn’t a guest, no need to dress too loudly.

A pack of cigarettes, and a copper-case lighter.

No need to buy an extra watch, the one just bought was perfectly suitable.

After preparing everything, Li Mumu drove Shen Qingxi home, then headed to her own place.

Her own mother, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time.

Would she be surprised or shocked to see her own daughter?