Chapter 1197: Reunion with Hai-ge in the Illusion Realm

Inside the living room.

The moment Gu Jin stepped out of the room, she took out an exquisite long wooden box from the space.

"Wow! She truly is a beauty!"

At the sight of her, Qiu Qianghai’s eyes flashed with astonishment, and the smile on his face was unmistakable.

His eyes held admiration for the beauty, purely appreciative without any ulterior motives.

Gu Jin’s eyes showed a complex expression; this scene was reminiscent of years ago, familiar memories of their acquaintance.

She held the long wooden box and walked toward Qiu Qianghai, who was sitting on the sofa with legs crossed, exuding an aura of arrogance and supremacy.

"Qianghai, long time no see."

Gu Jin greeted him familiarly.

Qiu Qianghai raised an eyebrow, evidently pleased with being called Qianghai.

Yet, despite the familiar tone, it still made him look surprised: "Beauty, even though you’re saying we don’t know each other, you’ve taken over my room and brought a dirty child inside. Where am I supposed to stay tonight?"

He was certain he didn’t know Gu Jin; if he did know such a beauty, he would never forget.

Moreover, this woman had occupied his bedroom, which displeased him.

Gu Jin slowly sat across from Qiu Qianghai and placed the long wooden box in front of him.

"There’s something inside, have a look."

She avoided discussing the earlier intrusion; she wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t necessary.

Qiu Qianghai lowered his gaze and focused on the wooden box, showing little interest.

Gu Jin remained calm and said, "Inside is a millennia-old ginseng."

"!"

Qiu Qianghai immediately sat up straight.

Even Li Qingfeng, who was standing behind him, widened his eyes at the news.

"Really?" Qiu Qianghai dismissed his nonchalant demeanor, his face full of seriousness.

Gu Jin gestured with her chin: "Qianghai, open it yourself and you’ll see."

As she finished speaking, Qiu Qianghai eagerly opened the wooden box.

Inside was a perfectly intact ginseng, its roots complete, resembling a small child, almost spiritual.

With just one glance, Qiu Qianghai concluded that this was undoubtedly a ginseng over a thousand years old.

Instinctively, he licked his lips, his hands trembled with excitement as they rested on the box.

"Are you selling this ginseng?"

The anticipation in Qiu Qianghai’s voice was unmistakable.

Gu Jin nodded gently to him: "Yes!"

She had many ginsengs in her space, even ones over ten thousand years old.

To secure a foothold and help An Mingji settle quickly, she resorted to selling ginseng once more, reminiscent of the time she met Qianghai because of ginseng sales.

"Great! I’ll take this ginseng. Name your price!"

Qiu Qianghai closed the wooden box containing the ginseng and placed it beside him, fearing Gu Jin might change her mind.

His eagerness did not prompt Gu Jin to speak; she gently shook her head.

After years of interaction, she knew Qiu Qianghai’s cautious nature too well, and he wouldn’t rush to evaluate now.

"Qianghai, let’s get it appraised first, and then we can discuss the price."

Qiu Qianghai held his phone, ready to call the ginseng appraisal experts anytime. Hearing Gu Jin’s words, he accidentally dialed out.

He gave her a curious glance.

From their first conversation, she maintained a posture of absolute confidence, and detachment.

Her attitude suggested a faint illusion that they were very familiar.

Everything about him was clear to her as if she knew him well.