Chapter 280: The Joy of Xiang San

It feels weird somehow.

As Yu Xueqing slept, she couldn’t help thinking about Xiang Xiaoan’s strange behavior lately.

Xiang Xiaoan, who used to be talkative, became quiet after moving into his parents’ house.

He also avoids greeting her, as if he’s suffered some great injustice—but judging by his waistline, which has doubled in size, he doesn’t seem to have suffered at all.

The rolls of fat around his belly are almost like a double-layer kayak.

After thinking it over, Yu Xueqing concluded that Xiang Xiaoan was ignoring her because she’d left without taking him along.

Well, since it’s come to this, better just go to sleep!

If Xiang Xiaoan doesn’t want to stay with his parents, I’ll find a suitable rental near campus after I return to school and settle the dorm.

Once I rent a pet-friendly single room, I’ll bring Xiang Xiaoan to live with me at school during Mid-Autumn Festival.

As Yu Xueqing imagined her future plans, she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

The next morning.

After waking up, Yu Xueqing and Mo Shengjie didn’t rush to the airport; instead, under the guidance of Mo Shengjie’s parents, they first went to a teahouse for tea, leisurely sipping until ten o’clock before heading to Gaoming Airport for their flight.

“Hey, Biao, how’s it going over there? Have you arranged everything?”

Before boarding, Mo Shengjie stepped away from Yu Xueqing and called the Chang’an Fenghuangcheng community.

“Relax, Biao’s got it covered! Everything’s in the final stages. Appliances and other stuff will be delivered within three days. And about the car—I’ve confirmed everything. Registering an out-of-town vehicle here is super easy.”

On the other end of the line, Mo Shengjie spoke in his usual refined tone, his voice soft and elegant, reporting the construction progress of the new apartment and the policies for registering out-of-town vehicles in Chang’an.

“The car? Whatever. The most important thing is you stay put. Don’t suddenly vanish to Shancheng. At least stay there until my opening ceremony ends.”

“Why would I go to Shancheng? How could you think I’m that kind of person?” Mo Shengjie widened his eyes. “I’m vain, not gay!”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Mo Shengjie brushed him off, hung up, and returned to Yu Xueqing’s side. “Ready to board? What are you looking at?”

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling mirror near the boarding gate, Yu Xueqing glanced at Mo Shengjie returning from his call, hesitating slightly.

“Mo Mo… do I look fatter? I feel like my belt’s gotten tighter.”

On the first day at Mo Mo’s house, they ate, drank, and played.

On the second day, they ate, drank, and played, then drove to a neighboring city for a drift race, stopped at a private kitchen for dinner on the way back, and after returning home, went to a late-night congee stall for snacks.

On the third day, they still ate, drank, and played—except that night they went to a friend’s cigar lounge to sample newly arrived red wine and indulge in snacks.

They drank from Cabernet Sauvignon to Chardonnay, then to noble rot, devoured an entire black-label ham, several boxes of cheese, and cantaloupe.

The people Yu Xueqing met at Mo Mo’s house perfectly proved the saying “birds of a feather flock together.” Day after day felt like a vacation—wake up, eat.

Plus, many of Mo Mo’s friends ran restaurants or construction businesses.

Real families with private chefs and head cooks.

Over the week, they either traveled or sat in different friends’ restaurants, eating nonstop.

As a result,

Yu Xueqing looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt she’d definitely gained weight.

“Fat? So what? You’ve got to understand—good ingredients, once missed, are gone forever. As for gaining weight? Just run a few extra laps at the gym.”

“Eat, and you nourish yourself. Nourish yourself, and you gain weight!”

“Don’t say you’re fat—it’s a blessing!”

Mo Shengjie, hands on her slender waist, spoke with complete certainty to Yu Xueqing.

“Come on, time to board. Our flight’s only a little over two hours, but it’s famous for unlimited snacks.”

After checking their luggage, Mo Shengjie pulled Yu Xueqing toward the boarding gate.

Before boarding, Yu Xueqing posted a message on her Moments.

【Chang’an, here we come!】

The post included a photo taken inside the terminal, showing the airport apron.

“What? Yu Xueqing’s coming?!”

Lying in the Fenghuangcheng community, freshly awake, An Sheng saw Yu Xueqing’s Moments post and froze, his fox body stunned.

“Wow! You heartless thing, you’re finally here!”

“If you didn’t show up, I, An, would’ve already ruled the pet market of Xiqi District and been crowned king!”

Although Lin Ying took good care of him, An Sheng always felt something was off.

That strange, oddly warm feeling—he couldn’t quite describe it. It was fine, but he always felt a little uneasy.

Just… weird. But he couldn’t say exactly why.

“Lin Ying! Lin Ying! Let’s go to the airport! Yu Xueqing just boarded a flight to Chang’an!”

Ignoring the red packet chain reaction unfolding in the 【Furries’ Gathering】 group, An Sheng found Lin Ying and voiced his need for the car.

Sitting in the living room, Lin Ying finished speaking to her assistant on the phone, hung up, and smiled at the freshly awakened Fur Lord.

“Yu Xueqing’s coming to Chang’an? Good. We’ll go pick her up soon.”

“Great!”

The Fur Lord looked at Lin Ying, a faint flush of embarrassment rising on his cheeks. He wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back silently.

A while later.

When Yu Xueqing met Lin Ying and saw herself—herself, who should’ve been in Jiule City—now in Chang’an, explaining it would be messy.

An Sheng was pondering how to explain the whole situation when

his mental Wish List suddenly received a new message.

【Hahaha—I’m finally out of prison! Thanks to the Fur Lord’s connections, Chen Nian, if I make it through this, my first act will be to donate two million dollars to have the village chief build a Fur Lord temple in Zhangxizhen and cast a golden statue!—Amid the prison warden’s forced smiles, Chen Nian put on his pre-incarceration shirt and led a group of inmates who hadn’t escaped but also hadn’t been released out of the private prison.】

【On a road shrouded in night, a mixed fleet of vehicles stood parked. From a Maybach stepped a white lawyer in a suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a handkerchief to his nose, his face grim. He smiled: “Chen, thirty rounds of Stinger missiles, four hundred thousand bullets, a hundred defensive grenades, assorted firearms, three million in cash, and medical supplies—that’s what this job can get you.”】

【“Your big client clearly values you—he wants you to handle this well. If you do, they’ll assign you to Texas to rake in oil profits. With the bird flu outbreak, smuggling poultry is a goldmine!”】

“.”

The Fur Lord, who had been feeling quite cheerful, saw Chen Nian’s wish and his face darkened.

“You don’t need to report your criminal record to the Fur Lord. If you’re sincere, skip the golden statue—just convert it to cash and send it over.”

“No cash? Then make a proper wish. Don’t just shout nonsense in your head.”

(End of Chapter)