Chapter 124: Golden Bay Hotel

“Over here!”

After driving more than forty kilometers, the group arrived at the agreed-upon Golden Sand Beach, where Qiulingling had already been waiting in front of the Golden Bay Hotel for Yu Xueqing and Moyi Qing.

Qiulingling walked to the roadside and waved at the Dodge Hellcat slowly cruising as if searching for someone.

“Let’s park at the hotel first—the beach area is now completely off-limits to vehicles,” Qiulingling greeted Yu Xueqing, then turned to Moyi Qing in the driver’s seat and grumbled:

“It used to be fine to park here, but last year some genius tourists tried driving into the sea to wash their cars, ended up stranded and leaking oil, polluting the beach—after that, all vehicle access to Golden Bay Beach was banned.”

“Wash a car with seawater?” Moyi Qing raised a giant question mark above her head: “If they’re not some billionaire’s kid, I suspect they’re trying to scam insurance.”

Qiulingling gave a helpless smile: “Maybe the tourists got too excited seeing the ocean?”

Seawater has high salinity and high oxygen content, and is extremely destructive to car paint—if the paint is damaged and left uncleaned, the underlying metal components can rust through completely in under a year.

Like our family’s seafood business, we buy used delivery trucks—secondhand, thirdhand, even sixthhand—whatever’s cheapest, never new ones.

Because these trucks are constantly exposed to seawater, they become consumables after prolonged corrosion.

Whoever buys a brand-new truck to haul seafood—

Will instantly draw the entire wholesale market’s owners gathering around to stare, and the owner of that new seafood truck will receive nothing but stares.

A crowd, three layers deep, all staring at him like he’s an idiot.

“Ying ying ying—”

The little fox in the backseat leapt out the moment the car stopped in the parking lot, greeting Qiulingling, whose eyes had widened in shock.

“Fox!”

Qiulingling seemed utterly surprised the little fox was here; her eyes sparkled as she crouched down to stroke its soft fur:

“I didn’t expect you’d come to the beach too—if I’d known you were coming, I’d have brought Bai, so you two could have company.”

An Sheng, hearing that Tu Song Bai wasn’t coming, relaxed and let out a soft “ying” sound:

“It’s fine—if you miss Bai, go to the Jianghe port around one or two in the morning; Bai and the others will be practicing American-style intercepts there tonight.”

There’s a hedgehog in the city; as long as Fox Brother isn’t around, Bai and the others won’t dare get close to urban areas.

Tonight’s dog gathering will probably involve Da Fei cruising the Jianghe River, pulling highway robberies, right?

If Qiulingling misses Bai, she can just wait at the river mouth for the newly handsome Bai to sneak out.

“Huh? You didn’t bring Bai?” Yu Xueqing, dragging her luggage toward the hotel, asked curiously.

“Too much trouble—he gets a full bath every time he plays in the sea. I’m over a hundred jin, and I have to carry him, thirty jin, back and forth—it’s like special forces training,” Qiulingling grumbled. “It’s pure prison, not a vacation.”

Dogs aren’t like humans—humans just rinse off with a bottle of water to wash away most of the salty seawater, but dogs have fur, and completely rinsing off seawater is a bit of a hassle.

And if cleaning isn’t thorough, a single slip-up could lead to a skin infection—it’s pure chaos.

Qiulingling knew this well, so when Yu Xueqing invited her to the beach, she left Bai home to guard the house—never even considered bringing him.

“Then does that mean Xiao An can’t go in the sea either?” Yu Xueqing asked as she checked in.

“Xiao An’s fine—he’s as heavy as Bai; we’ll just buy two more big bottles of mineral water,” Qiulingling replied without hesitation, hugging the little fox, her expression now dazed and dreamy.

While Yu Xueqing checked in, Moyi Qing called Yin Pengfei.

“We’re at the Golden Bay Hotel—just come. But that truck? I’m smashing it. If I see that cargo truck, you and it—only one of you survives!”

“Another friend coming?” Qiulingling noticed Moyi Qing’s darkening expression and instinctively turned to Yu Xueqing: “But something feels off.”

“Hmm, it’s complicated,” Yu Xueqing thought for a moment. “Simply put, Moyi’s childhood friend is in heat right now, and Moyi has a boyfriend—but the friend won’t give up, chasing her all the way from Chancheng to Xiadong.”

“That guy’s moves are seriously sketchy—we all need to stay alert.”

Yu Xueqing recalled the WeChat video Moyi Qing had forwarded her in the car, her expression turning strange.

That guy had zero shame.

He’d hung sappy banners on his cargo truck and publicly broadcasted what sounded like perverted messages.

If not for that truck, Moyi Qing’s personality would’ve never revealed her location to him.

Though Yu Xueqing had never met Yin Pengfei, just the cargo truck incident made her want to punch him straight in the gut.

As for why not punch his face?

Because Yu Xueqing suspected he didn’t have one.

“...It’s me. I don’t think I could give up either.”

Qiulingling scanned Moyi Qing from head to toe, then whispered to Yu Xueqing: “She’s beautiful, sure—but holding onto her? That’s pure suffering.”

Beauty is good, but for men, an overly beautiful woman isn’t friendly at all.

Just standing there, Moyi Qing drew glances from every passerby at the hotel; some even opened their WeChat QR code scanners, trying to ask for her contact.

For an ordinary guy, winning a girl is the victory.

But with Moyi Qing, winning her is just the beginning—because you never know when some horny peacock will suddenly leap out, spread his wings, and show off his bare, hairless butt.

It’s as obvious as Sima Zhao’s ambition—everyone knows.

“I just thought of something,” Yu Xueqing said, her expression odd after hearing Qiulingling’s grumble. “Moyi’s family’s bride price is three, six, or nine ten thousand—anything higher and neighbors start gossiping about selling their daughter.”

"That's even worse—zero barriers, just catch her and you get to share the wealth," Qiulingling mused. "You're making me feel something stirring in my crotch..."

“What are you two whispering about?” Moyi Qing hung up the call, barely suppressing her grimace, and teased: “Room’s booked? Auntie’s gonna check your development later.”

“Little fox, don’t smirk—I’m checking every button on your double-breasted coat.”

“Ying?”

The little fox froze, thought for a moment, then casually lifted one leg with complete indifference.

Yu Xueqing’s face darkened, grabbing the little fox’s raised leg: “Xiao An! Don’t flash your weapons.”

(End of chapter)