"......Let him come if he wants! That’s that, I’ll head back to my bar later."
Mo Yiqing hung up the phone with her neighbor and close friend, her face revealing a look of speechlessness and irritation, but ultimately, her expression returned to calmness, followed by a long sigh.
"Did that guy follow you here?" Mo Yiqing’s close friend spoke rather loudly on the phone, and sitting nearby, Yu Xueqing heard bits and pieces of the conversation, showing an expression of surprise.
"Yes... We live in the same neighborhood, and he came to my house, met my dad, learned I’m in Xia Dong, and just headed straight for Xia Dong."
As Mo Yiqing continued, she became somewhat exasperated, unable to help but complain: "Honestly, his appearance and family background are pretty decent; he should be a definite rich kid on the marriage market, and it seems he’s even drunk a few years of business management ink from abroad."
"We live in the same estate, but usually, we’re just acquaintances that nod at each other, not really close friends."
"I don’t know what he sees in me, whether my figure is good or not; when the light’s off at night, it remains the same, still a line as it is."
"Just because I have a workout habit doesn’t mean I can defy biology, exercise into a pair of iron pincers, or cause cupping effects, right?"
Mo Yiqing started complaining about Yin Pengfei, without any holding back.
Females with good figures, though not exactly everywhere, are plentiful in martial arts clubs and gyms. The most update n0vels are published on ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt
If you visit a gym during work hours, the women working out there are basically rich and idle, as long as they’re not in the newbie model industry.
Why doesn’t that guy just go find someone there?
"So annoying..." Mo Yiqing cursed, taking a bite out of a freshly boiled large shrimp.
While still chewing on crabs, Ansheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a wish list popped into his mind.
[Annoying as hell! If you’re itchy, go to a wellness center; if that doesn’t work, go to a hospital dermatology department. Or, like those idle people, head to University City, book a dorm room, alright? — Mo Yiqing was filled with murderous intent while chewing on the shrimp; if there weren’t surveillance systems, she’d have driven him into the sea to wake him up from his simping tendencies.]
[Wish fulfilled: No happy ending for simps (Mo Yiqing has a Pear Tree Cactus; heroes pity each other, mighty stick strikes the simp — can a newly budding cactus be considered a mighty stick?)]
"... Ah Qing, can you lend me fifty bucks? I might go to the flower and bird market later to buy a cactus."
Seeing the details in the wish list, black lines appeared on Ansheng’s forehead, unable to resist murmuring.
Mo Yiqing’s internal complaints manifested as wishes on the fox’s wish list.
After the seafood feast, Yu Xueqing carried the little fox with a face full of determination, walking heavily towards the cashier to pay the bill. As she handed over her phone for payment, her hands trembled.
Three crabs, 714; three large shrimps, 264; six sashimi oysters, 234; four Arctic surf clams, 276; grouper fish, 523; charcoal-grilled eel, 388, and sandworms...
"Ding—68 yuan received via WeChat."
The hostess picked up the QR code scanner, scanned over Yu Xueqing’s WeChat, and the cashier prompt sounded.
Yu Xueqing was taken aback for a moment when she received the bill, seeing the price of three extra desserts displayed.
"Let’s go! Why are you still staring?"
Mo Yiqing walked to Yu Xueqing, gave her a light pat on the rear, and headed outside, ready to visit the mall across the street to pick up some home appliances for the little fox and buy a set of cosmetics as offerings.
"Hold on... Let me first split the bill with you!"
"Instead of fussing over splitting bills, why don’t you think about where to take me to play..."
Mo Yiqing gave a mischievous grin, raised her hand, and gave Yu Xueqing a tap on the rear: "Didn’t have fun today, after getting home I’m going to make you my plaything."
Yu Xueqing rolled her eyes, not taking Mo Yiqing’s words seriously.
Mo Yiqing’s personality is like that, full of flirtatious talk, often saying strange things, but usually, there’s nothing more to it after she says them.
The roommate Lingren often resents this.
Though she isn’t quite the same, she really admires and envies Mo Yiqing’s supermodel figure, but she is too lazy to work out at the gym, so she often imagines sticking close to Mo Yiqing to catch some of her supermodel germs and transform herself.
In the mall, Mo Yiqing picked out a refrigerator and a sweeping robot, greeted the people at the appliances section, and arranged for delivery to Yu Xueqing’s place at eight that evening.
Yu Xueqing, meanwhile, bought a set of cosmetics and placed it on the offering table at the Celestial Empress Palace.
Ansheng, Yu Xueqing, and Mo Yiqing all looked oddly at the platter of offerings, which besides some fruits and daily items, unexpectedly included a pair of alphabet-branded hosiery.
A side staff member looked offended, and had no intention of explaining.
What could he explain?
The item was offered to the Celestial Empress, and until the time was right, he couldn’t remove it.
That filthy thing was meant for the Empress, not for him.
"That thing is for the Empress... We can’t remove it before she’s done enjoying the offerings." The staff member spoke, face flushed, awkwardly squeezing out a sentence:
"Even though it’s new, it can’t be placed on the table even if it’s new... not in the future either."
As he said this, he picked up a nearby ’Holy Grail’ and tossed it before the Celestial Empress.
The Holy Grail is a divination tool for daily communication with Immortals, and their responses are indicated by yin-yang—yes or no—shown in the casting result.
The staff threw the Holy Grail three times, and all three results showed the yin side.
The Empress did not accept the staff’s suggestion.
Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing looked even more oddly at the flushed staff member before turning to leave.
"The Empress... is indeed very fond of beauty and curious about new things. Speaking of which, Momo..."
"No way, who spends over two thousand on stockings for their legs? If I had that money, I’d rather feast with my sisters to nourish my body."
"Even if they sell for twenty thousand, they’d still snag." Mo Yiqing said disdainfully.
No matter how magical stockings claim to be, they are stockings; encountering uneven surfaces or sharp objects, they will snag, and once they do, they must be thrown away.
Yu Xueqing considered for a moment, feeling Mo Yiqing made a good point; stockings are not like other clothes, they’re consumables and easily damaged.
Spending thousands on stockings is really not worth it.
"Let me call Zhiyu and ask, how about dinner there tonight? There’s gourmet mountain produce to eat!"
Yu Xueqing sat in the car, discussing the afternoon schedule with Mo Yiqing.
"Anything’s fine by me."
Mo Yiqing opened the shopping platform page, and under the little fox’s peculiar gaze, ordered two pairs of hosiery.
Mo Yiqing isn’t buying expensive hosiery herself.
But her reflection in the mirror will.
Evidently, those stockings encountered earlier inspired sinister thoughts in that reflection in the mirror.