Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2324: Chapter 2319: List (6)

The descendants are still quite thriving.

Irresistible hospitality, Fu Qian quickly walked in at the invitation of the Lucy couple and helped close the door behind him.

Although dinner had evidently started a while ago, he didn’t mind and found an empty seat to sit down.

This series of actions undoubtedly made Fu Qian the new focal point of attention, replacing Mr. Cardon Sr., who was no longer seen.

Understanding why there was this dress code, Fu Qian sat up straight, smiling at everyone, striving to uphold Mr. Cardon’s momentum.

At a glance, you can still see the blood ties across the table.

Among them, a couple with a child seemed to be Lucy’s daughter and son-in-law.

Cardon, the missed romantic prospect, already even has a granddaughter.

As for the other younger-looking woman with a similar face—

"Wendy?"

Locking eyes, Fu Qian nodded slightly in greeting, confirming casually.

Hmph—

Wearing a green off-shoulder dress, this young lady of about twenty wasn’t as polite as her parents, snorting through her nose and turning her head away.

Such a reaction nearly confirmed the guess, Lucy’s former bedroom now belonged to this young daughter.

"Don’t worry, Cardon shouldn’t mess up the place."

Her attitude didn’t affect Fu Qian’s casual reassurance, signaling that Mr. Cardon was merely making up for life’s regrets.

...

"So who exactly are you? I could call the police, you know?"

Unfortunately, Wendy didn’t seem bothered about the room being messy, glancing over without a word.

Instead, it was her father from Lucy’s family who couldn’t help but question sternly.

The tone was so severe it seemed the large bowl of cream soup on the table might be tipped over.

"Someone under the guidance of Mr. Cardon... How do you expect the police to handle it?"

It seemed a bit thick.

Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the soup’s aroma, his eyes falling on it as he answered.

Considering Mr. Cardon’s hints of guidance previously, he did not merely appear as a driver.

"Just a friendly reminder, wherever he plans to go next, I don’t know. It’s possible that even if taken away, he might sneak back to hang himself at your door."

Fu Qian clearly was not bothered by the threat of calling the police.

The mentioned possibility... combined with Cardon’s condition, couldn’t be dismissed.

"Please continue, don’t let an uninvited guest affect your mood."

As the conversation stagnated, shrouded once more in silence, Fu Qian took the initiative to remind that one shouldn’t let nuisances affect life.

The reasoning was sound—

"Could you help me get some tableware? Thank you."

While everyone debated whether to accept the suggestion, Fu Qian turned to Lucy, reminding that the guest was without cutlery.

...

"Here you go."

Lucy felt a mix of emotions, but perhaps due to the oppressive atmosphere, she urgently sought a task, heading to the kitchen to find some tableware.

"Thanks... So how did you come to know Cardon?"

Fu Qian politely thanked her, and only after receiving the tableware did he nonchalantly express curiosity about the backstory.

This...

It was visibly apparent her hand trembled slightly, and if she were holding the bowl, it might have fallen.

Up to now, Lady Lucy remained calm, but it was clear she was an ordinary person trapped in the domestic grind.

The arrival of an old acquaintance already had her in turmoil, and Fu Qian’s unexpected question was sensitive.

"In this situation, saying it might be the best choice."

Seeing Lucy instinctively glance at her husband, Fu Qian smiled to encourage her.

Certainly, he wouldn’t let go of the gossip.

So far Cardon’s actions seemed understandable at first glance.

Seeking out old friends at the end of days to make up for regrets and such.

But therein lies the issue—is his bucket list that simple?

He’s done more than once helping people fulfill wishes.

Fu Qian knew all too well that facing life and death, people’s minds might spawn all sorts of unusual ideas.

While not following closely, he welcomed more understanding of the backstory behind this first project.

His words to Lucy were not groundless. The event’s scale couldn’t be brushed off with sleep by the next day.

Being forced to reveal under such circumstances might, in fact, engender more trust.

"Cardon wasn’t local... I’ve actually only seen him a few times..."

Endurance pays off, as after a relatively long wait, Lucy began to realize this too, and sat down to recount the past.

...

"At the time we were all young, according to Cardon’s own words, a year younger than me... Then he followed his father, a doctor, here.

"He appeared melancholic, not talkative, but ironically seemed a good match with me..."

Sitting quietly at the long dining table, listening to mom recount past romances was indeed odd.

But with memory’s gate opened wide, Lucy seemed considerably more stable emotionally.

Sure enough, early aging issues were evident, as Mr. Cardon’s age was even younger than hers.

"Then one day, he told me he was soon leaving... I told him there was no one at home, he could come by for dinner and see the cat..."

The narrative wasn’t complicated, and Lucy quickly reached the key point.

"Then he didn’t come, not even until dawn... After that, I never saw Cardon again."

Oh, it’s concluded?

The story ended abruptly, causing Fu Qian to momentarily ponder.

Even Wendy across felt wistful, apparently not having heard enough.

But it’s said that regrets are most poignant, didn’t this missed connection even top Mr. Cardon Sr.’s bucket list?

Although his way of making amends was a tad abstract.

"Thank you, it tastes wonderful."

Fu Qian faced Lucy, who still seemed somewhat bewildered, expressing gratitude while placing his tableware down.

The subsequent soup critique sounded slightly bizarre, like an evil spirit feasting on others’ secrets.

"I’ll go give a nudge."

Returning the favor, Fu Qian chose not to continue tormenting the audience, looking upstairs.

Hmm...

No one responded, but it was apparent the group was surprised.

Under their watchful eyes, Fu Qian ascended the stairs.

"You performed better than I imagined."

Wendy’s bedroom was easily found, and Fu Qian quickly pushed open the ajar door to notice a figure facing away in the darkness.

Cardon didn’t turn around but promptly offered commendation.

"I thought you would use your gun."

It was just such wording...

Fu Qian glanced around the small room, nodding the next moment.

"Back then, Lucy probably thought the same way."