Chapter 109: Mo Yiqing

“Fox, how did it build a nest in your head?”

After ordering the stir-fried dishes, Mo Yiqing stared in surprise at Yu Xueqing, who had a fox hat perched atop her head.

“Little fox is throwing a tantrum,” Yu Xueqing said with a helpless expression, lifting her hand to steady the tiny fox on her head so it wouldn’t fall off.

I told him it gets hot in summer and asked Xiao’an if he wanted to get his fur trimmed at the pet park, and he just ran straight onto my head and built a nest.

“Pfft.”

Mo Yiqing burst out laughing, tapping the fox’s nose with her finger: “You’re so vain! You’ve got Mo Yiqing’s style. When the food comes, since we’re so in sync, I’ll add a chicken leg!”

“Chicken legs won’t work—Xiao’an doesn’t like that,” Yu Xueqing waved to the server, grabbed a bottle of cola, twisted off the cap, and waved it in front of the fox.

The cold condensation on the bottle’s surface, and the straw sticking out, swayed left and right like a pole dancer.

The fox hat slowly stretched out its form, sat on the table, and drank the iced cola in big gulps, its face glowing with delight as it let out a long, satisfied burp.

“Burp. For the sake of the lime iced cola, I’ll forgive you for dragging me out of the Empress Palace and trying to make me cut my fur into some evil fleece.”

In An Sheng’s eyes, every pet grooming shop’s only purpose was to shave dogs bald or dress them all up as teddy bears.

Even though An Sheng knew Chen Zhi well, he still refused all pet grooming.

“Dogs… drink cola?”

“Precisely because they can’t, Xiao’an is happy.”

Mo Yiqing snorted, shook her head, and said, half-amused, half-exasperated, about the mischievous little fox:

“Xiao’an’s got such stage presence—you’re doing live-stream sales, right? Why don’t you film some videos of him daily and lure in fans to squeeze them dry?”

“I did have some before, but I always felt like I was selling myself, so I stopped,” Yu Xueqing said, shaking her head. Her Yinfu platform’s recommendations constantly pushed videos of dogs acting dumb, cats being cute, foxes flirting, and ragged tea-sellers.

She’d watched them all—and she could even hear the little pets complaining.

For example, a video of a husky running wild and causing chaos at home.

To other viewers, it just looked like the dog was measuring his living space, preparing a renovation quote for his master.

But to Yu Xueqing, she understood the husky’s barks—it was cursing like a sailor, because someone was waving his favorite toy just out of camera range, tempting him.

There were countless such staged videos, leaving the little animals exhausted and swearing.

If it were just daily sharing, Yu Xueqing had no problem—but she knew her ears were soft, and she feared viewers would tip her or, once familiar, beg her to do stunts with the fox.

Foxes born in breeding farms already suffer enough; forcing him to work would make her feel like a cruel monster—she’d probably get struck by lightning.

She was a pet owner—let the fox live happily. Earning money was her own responsibility.

“Huh? Why is there a male crab here?”

Inside the private room, the two women and the fox were eating seafood in a satay sauce broth when the three large crabs Mo Yiqing had ordered arrived.

Mo Yiqing reached out, picked up half a crab, and prepared to place it on Xiao’an’s plate for him to enjoy the roe.

But as she lifted the crab, she frowned and asked the server: “Ask the kitchen—why did you send up a male crab? I ordered only females.”

The server froze, checked the order slip, and confirmed: Mo Yiqing’s table had ordered three six-liang female crabs—no males at all.

“Sorry—I’ll check with the kitchen. Maybe the chef mixed them up while chopping.”

The server took the male crab away and returned moments later with one male and one female crab, apologizing profusely to Mo Yiqing.

Crabs are steamed in batches—the chef, confused by the order, habitually put one male and one female on the plate.

Watching the server leave, Mo Yiqing shook her head and muttered: “The food’s excellent, but a bit careless.”

“I don’t even eat people—and now you want me to eat crab?”

“Eat what?”

Yu Xueqing, chewing on crab roe, blinked, confused by Mo Yiqing’s words.

The fox, about to bite into the male crab and suck out the meat, stared at Mo Yiqing and slowly formed a question mark above his head.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, but when you do, you probably won’t like eating male crabs either.”

“I eat one male crab and you accuse me of cheating—and now you want me to eat him too?” Mo Yiqing said with casual ease, delivering the outrageous line as if reciting a script, leaving Yu Xueqing stunned.

Yu Xueqing swallowed hard and quietly put down the half-male crab she’d just picked up, feeling something stuck in her throat.

“Mo Mo… you actually agree to that? That’s disgusting.”

“Don’t worry—I washed up before I came back. You won’t taste a thing. Come on, let’s kiss to give you a preview,” Mo Yiqing teased with a mischievous grin.

She had no boyfriend, of course. The claim of having one was just a cover for a small secret.

Some like men, some like women, some like people who sell life insurance.

But.

If Mo Yiqing’s orientation had to be categorized, it fell under “autosexual.”

Having a “boyfriend” saved her from 90% of trouble during university.

At least, she didn’t have to worry about someone cheating on her.

When someone of the opposite sex flirted with her or sent flowers and confessed, her subconscious thought: “What the hell—someone’s hitting on me right in front of me!”

With the same sex, once she confirmed the person wasn’t a double-penetrator or a fellow autosexual, she didn’t mind much.

Still, she got jealous of herself.

“Hehehe, just give in to me! Look at all this delicious food—eating one is eating, eating me too is still eating.”

Seeing Yu Xueqing’s flushed cheeks, Mo Yiqing pressed further, teasing her playfully.

They laughed and playfully bickered, with no barriers between them.

Yu Xueqing was timid and polite; Mo Yiqing was generous and bold—their compatibility was excellent.

But.

A phone ring shattered the growing atmosphere of laughter and shy amusement in the private room.

Mo Yiqing froze, picked up her phone—it had been returned to the table by the hostess along with the food after payment, and had sat there ever since.

“Hello? I’m out of town, no drinking with you—I’ve been wild with you for half a month, gained weight.” Mo Yiqing answered, immediately blaming her breakup on the caller.

“Your mom blew up! Pfft—she’s furious.”

“Your parents just started fighting.”

On the other end, Mo Yiqing’s best friend called her by her nickname, speaking urgently: “That clingy guy showed up at your house, wheedled your dad into telling him you’re planning to drive a truckload of flowers to Xia Dong.”

“6.”

Mo Yiqing blurted out “6” immediately.

Still chasing? The cuckold’s still chasing me!

Tomorrow back to three updates—I’m adjusting my schedule.

Here, mornings are either renovation or roadwork—I’m used to writing at night without disturbance.

But with the New Year coming, I need to clean and buy holiday goods, so I’m adjusting my schedule.

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(End of chapter)