My Demon Husband Is a Snake Chapter 1138: We’ll Earn It Back

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Previously on My Demon Husband Is a Snake...
Yu Longting reluctantly calls Qing Li 'Mom' for the first time. Afterward, the group heads to a coffin shop to purchase a large, custom-made locust wood coffin. After much haggling, they successfully negotiate the price down, though the protagonist is still unhappy with the final cost.
"What kind of gift do you desire?" The shopkeeper eyed him warily, fearing he might be tricked. Yu Longting did not respond immediately. Instead, he lowered his voice and questioned Qing Li, "Mom, you didn't purchase the coffin with the intention of setting up a funeral hall, did you?" This single utterance of "Mom" caused Qing Li a great deal of discomfort. She pursed her lips, remaining silent for a considerable time before slowly nodding. Why did her expression seem as though she had just consumed something unpleasant? Shouldn't being acknowledged by one's own son bring immense joy? Or perhaps my perception was mistaken? Yu Longting stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Was it prepared for me and Wanwan?" "Yes, how did you figure that out, child?" Qing Li retorted, a hint of displeasure in her tone. What? So this coffin was intended for me and Yu Longting, and we were expected to sleep within it? What was Qing Li plotting? While I pondered this, Yu Longting addressed the shopkeeper. "Prepare everything necessary for the memorial hall. I want the best. If you're unwilling, we will procure the coffin elsewhere. The choice is yours." One shouldn't be deceived by the fact that this coffin shop was situated in a secluded part of the street. It appeared to be merely a vendor of coffins, with no apparent connections to other establishments. In reality, all their businesses were interlinked. After a brief period of deliberation, the shopkeeper relented. As he engaged in a hushed conversation with the other shopkeepers, I strained my ears to catch fragments of their discussion. This individual was allocating ten thousand yuan to cover expenses, involving the shopkeepers responsible for funeral hall arrangements along the street, even including provisions for delivery and setup services. The service was meticulous and all-encompassing, truly prioritizing the customer, even within the somber funeral business. Yet, my heart ached even more intensely, curse that eighty-eight thousand yuan! The price had been reduced to eighty-eight thousand, and this old man was offering ten thousand to arrange the gifts, clearly pocketing a significant portion for himself. That very coffin was surely worth far less than eighty-eight thousand yuan! "Wanwan, do you recall the card I borrowed from you?" Yu Longting inquired. I nodded. "Yes, I transferred Wuyue's funds into it, but I don't have that card with me right now." Was he planning to utilize Wuyue's money to pay for the coffin? "I've linked it to my Alipay. Let's use that money. It's just sitting there anyway," Yu Longting explained, taking out his phone to initiate the payment. My jaw remained slack the entire time. Was this truly how one managed their finances? But that was Wuyue's money... Didn't it feel somewhat inappropriate for him to be using it? As if sensing my thoughts, Yu Longting reassured me, "Rest assured, this money will be earned back." "Oh, okay, that's good then." Although I had no idea how he intended to recover the funds, I chose to believe him. Having purchased the coffin, our group departed from the location of the rented ancestral house. Qing Li mentioned needing to acquire a particular item, leading us to a dimly lit establishment filled with snakes and spiders, its entrance bordered by red iron railings. As only one customer could enter at a time, Qing Li proceeded inside alone. Standing at the entrance, a chilling sensation crept over me, as if an unnatural breeze continuously caressed my legs. The sky had already begun to darken, and at several intersections on either side, people were burning paper offerings. The firelight, reflecting in the rain, lent an eerie quality to the scene, and at times, I could discern faint, pale shapes drifting within the downpour. I drew a sharp breath, releasing a cloud of white mist. It was summer, after all; even with rain, the temperature should be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees Celsius, yet I was exhaling visible mist. Soot from the burned paper money brushed against my calves, swirling around them, and this faint, unsettling breeze sent a shiver down my spine. "Yu Longting, is it possible that the Nether Pond has drained my Yang energy, causing my body to feel cold and attract unclean entities?" I questioned, drawing closer to him out of apprehension. Yu Longting placed his hand on my forehead, assessing the Yang Fire energy within me. "Do you sense that the heavenly fire within you has recovered, or does it remain as feeble as it was in the Nether Pond?"