Chapter 88: Furious Mo Yiqing (Request Monthly Tickets and Follows)

“Ding ling ling, ding ling ling—”

At 4:30 a.m., the phone on Yu Xueqing’s nightstand emitted a sharp, relentless ring.

The fox, with keen hearing, poked its head up, staring blankly at the glowing screen, while Yu Xueqing slept like a dead pig, utterly oblivious to her own ringtone.

“Pam—”

After finishing her sit-ups, the little fox lay back on the pillow, raised her paw, and tapped Yu Xueqing’s cheek.

Yu Xueqing blinked open her drowsy eyes, glanced at the still-ringing phone, reached out, saw the name, and mumbled into it:

“Hello, Mo Mo? What’s up?”

Around four a.m. was one of the best times for deep sleep.

Even now that Yu Xueqing had answered, her three souls and seven spirits were still racing toward the land of dreams.

“A Qing, save me! I’m about to go insane!” came Mo Yiqing’s voice from the other end, her mature, sultry tone thick and slurred, as if she were drunk.

“Some idiot overseas returnee came back, first fucked my cat, then started acting all superior!”

“We were just having drinks with the girls, and he shows up, yammering about who he knows.”

Hearing this explosive opening, Yu Xueqing and the fox both snapped awake, exchanged a glance, and their faces lit up with eager curiosity.

Yu Xueqing adjusted the phone; the fox pressed her ears flat against the back of it, savoring the gossip.

“I told him over and over I have a boyfriend, yet he still clings like a sticky plaster. What was supposed to be a perfect girls’ night out? He shows up with a whole crew, yelling about some fucking networking event!”

“That piece of shit—those guys are his friends? Each one with eight-pack abs under see-through shirts, walks in and dumps wine straight onto their clothes. Those moves? Totally practiced. He hired them as male models to seduce my girls!”

“Tsk.”

On the other end, Mo Yiqing, drunk, kept muttering about her recent misfortunes.

She’d lived a carefree life—returned home, bored, called up her best girls, drove around eating and drinking.

Mo Yiqing’s family was extremely wealthy; their chemical plant dominated the local paint industry. As long as she didn’t start a business or gamble, the family fortune would last her ten lifetimes over.

But a week ago, everything changed.

A guy who called himself her childhood friend—though they’d merely grown up in the same neighborhood—had begun obsessively pursuing her.

At first, Mo Yiqing politely smiled and declined, saying she had a boyfriend.

But then.

After a week, she suddenly felt a surge of murderous intent rising inside her.

“If I don’t find a quiet place to relax soon, I’m going to drown him in the river.”

“I remember you said your place is near the sea, right? Can I come stay with you? Don’t worry—I won’t interfere with your livestreaming. I’ll pay for everything: food, drinks, entertainment.”

“Come on over. Treat the restaurant like a buffet.”

“It’s less than seven hundred kilometers—I can floor the gas pedal and be there by afternoon. I’ll take you out partying tonight.”

Yu Xueqing was enjoying the gossip when suddenly she froze, eyes wide:

“Mo Mo… didn’t you just drink? Are you really saying this?”

“Who says you can’t drive after drinking? Just wait.”

Mo Yiqing hung up. Moments later, she sent a video via WeChat.

A reflective-vested driver stared blankly at a tow truck on the road; two workers stepped down, greeted Mo Yiqing, then loaded a car onto the truck.

Mo Yiqing got in her car, holding her phone: “Gotta go. I’m heading to a hotel for a nap. Gotta catch the high-speed train at noon. See you this afternoon.”

“Mo Yiqing’s cat is an American-imported Dodge Hellcat, a genuine 6.2L American V8.”

“So that’s the kind of guy who fucked her cat,” An Sheng thought after watching the video, exhaling in relief—and feeling a tinge of disappointment.

He’d thought he’d be witnessing history.

Turns out, it was just a false alarm.

“Flooring the gas pedal? Is that what you mean by ‘flooring the gas pedal’?” Yu Xueqing asked, dumbfounded.

“Why did Mo Mo bring a car when she’s just coming to visit?”

Clearly, Yu Xueqing couldn’t grasp why Mo Yiqing would bring a car just to visit.

After all, if you’re just visiting, why bring a car at all?

“. A Qing, is there any chance…?”

“When Mo Mo comes over, she’s bringing her favorite toy along? To share the fun with us?”

The fox murmured, a flicker of wariness crossing her face.

An Sheng hadn’t been rich in his past life, but as a salesperson, he’d met people like Mo Yiqing.

To them, cars weren’t transportation—they were toys, like pets.

If they could drive, they drove. If not, they shipped their big toy on a flatbed and chose the most comfortable, convenient way to travel.

An Sheng knew Mo Yiqing was rich—but he hadn’t realized just how rich.

He thought back to the cold-brewed yogurt incident.

He was genuinely afraid he’d succumb to Mo Yiqing’s financial assault and end up doing the bite-and-kiss ritual with her.

An Sheng was genuinely worried he couldn’t resist Mo Yiqing’s money tactics and the bite-hand ritual.

After hearing Mo Yiqing’s gossip, Yu Xueqing was wide awake and got up to clean the house.

She’d lived in the old house mainly because it was close to Shangpao Mountain.

It made it easier for her to tend the tea bushes and complete the summer assignment given by the dean.

Her Nongke Academy class had a summer project: plant the seeds provided by the school, then submit a detailed observation diary.

Since she lived alone and had no washing machine, she hand-washed only her underwear and socks in the shower; all other dirty clothes went into the laundry basket and were taken home every two or three days.

With guests coming, she couldn’t possibly let them stay unless she cleaned up.

By the time she finished, daylight had fully broken.

Yu Xueqing collapsed onto the sofa, one leg draped lightly over the fox’s back, and asked:

“An Sheng… wanna go for morning tea?”

“We made some money from yesterday’s livestream. How about I convert your entire salary into food money?”

She rolled over, pressed her cheek against the fox’s back, and smiled as she negotiated her salary.

Yu Xueqing turned over, sprawled on the little fox’s back, rubbing her cheek against its head as she smiled and negotiated her salary with her little fox.

[66] “Save up some money, let’s buy two computers and play duo matches together—I’ll get a Family Sharing license first,” the little fox murmured.

[67] “Master, master~ As long as I can eat my fill, that’s enough. I still need to save up to find a bride. Our little foxes’ wedding requires digging burrows and building underground mansions, having baby foxes, and storing tons and tons of food.”

But she could tell—except for the first few sports cars, most of the viewers’ gifts during the livestream had gone to the fox, who kept doing funny things.

As soon as they entered the stream, the fox would play ASMR, instantly stealing their souls.

Fox good. Fox needs more chicken legs!

“All of it for food? Or can I keep some in my bank account? I want to spend 648 yuan—I saw a skin I wanted earlier.”

“Let’s save up for a while, get two computers, and play co-op. I’ll buy a family share first,” the fox murmured.

‘Master, Master~ As long as I’m full, I’m happy. I need to save for a bride. Our little foxes need to dig burrows and build underground mansions, have baby foxes, and that takes a ton of stored food…’

"Save up some money, let’s buy two computers and play duo matches together—I’ll get a Family Sharing license first," the little fox murmured.

"Master, master~ As long as I can eat my fill, that’s enough. I still need to save up to find a bride. For our little foxes to marry, we need to dig burrows and build underground mansions, raise little fox cubs, and stockpile tons of food."

You… have financial awareness?

I don’t even—wait, I never have any surplus to save!

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I don’t even have any surplus each month to manage financially!

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