Chapter 92: My File Transfer Assistant Boyfriend (Requesting Follows and Monthly Votes)

“Lingling, really no need, you just helped my business, how could I possibly take something from you?”

After sitting with Qiu Lingling for a while, Yu Xueqing checked the time and sent a message to Mo Yiqing asking where she was; Mo Yiqing sent her real-time location.

On the high-speed train, Mo Yiqing was rushing toward Jiule City at four hundred kilometers per hour.

Yu Xueqing thought for a moment, then told Qiu Lingling she had to go pick someone up at the train station.

Before leaving, Qiu Lingling handed Yu Xueqing a abalone larger than her face.

“Don’t be so polite, it’s not worth much—take it back to help the little fox regain his strength; look how thin he is.”

“Next time, promise we’ll groom the dog together—just imagining the little fox all fragrant after his bath makes Aunt Lingling’s mouth water.”

After stuffing the sealed abalone into the little fox’s arms, Qiu Lingling pushed Yu Xueqing out the door, waved with a beaming smile, and shut it.

Just now, in that box of tea, Qiu Lingling noticed that besides the tea she’d bought, there were also complimentary premium wooden boxes, free tea samples, and two jin of Shougoujian’s Cinnamon Rock Tea.

Shougoujian’s rock tea, top-grade, sells for three to four thousand locally; the rock tea Yu Zhenghong gave, though not top-grade, still goes for about five or six hundred per jin.

Yu Xueqing was so polite—how could Qiu Lingling let her leave empty-handed?

But.

“Hm?”

Just as Qiu Lingling was about to move the tea boxes to avoid dampness, she paused, stunned by the box’s weight.

Her small face flushed red as she barely managed to haul the fifty-plus jin of tea onto the car.

She plopped onto the car door, panting, eyes glazed and vacant, nearly fainting from exhaustion.

“I never thought skinny little Aqing actually works out—lifting fifty jin like it’s nothing, almost gave my old back a spasm.”

“Wang—” Tu Song Bai shook his head. I usually carry your parcels for you—why today did you insist on hauling it yourself? Can’t I just carry it for you?

“Bai! You chew the box, you sweep the floor!”

“Wu.”

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On the way to the train station.

“Aqing… is your rich sister friend serious? Earlier, I saw your WeChat chats—I always felt Mo Yiqing’s personality could eat foxes alive. You’re not going to bring back a Stone Jiniang, are you?”

Sitting in the front passenger seat, strapped in by the seatbelt, An Sheng spoke with a thoughtful frown.

“Master… does Aunt Mo eat foxes? Will she come with a pressure cooker?”

“What kind of person is Mo Mo?” Yu Xueqing blinked, frowning in thought.

“She wouldn’t eat foxes, right? Mo Mo gives off a cool vibe—carefree, impulsive, always doing whatever pops into her head.”

“She’d drag our whole dorm out at midnight, driving dozens or even hundreds of kilometers just to eat and drink, then brag about how her legs are longer than my life.”

“Also, she only naps in the dorm during the day—she rents an apartment off-campus at night, and has this weird boyfriend.”

Yu Xueqing recalled Mo Yiqing’s habits.

Mo Yiqing came from a wealthy family, was generous, and dressed extremely boldly—often lounging on her bed in sports bra and thong, grinning mischievously while texting her boyfriend.

Plus, she truly loved food—no matter the price or appearance, if it showed up, she’d take a bite.

And she clearly worked out—her defined abs made Yu Xueqing intensely envious.

Of course.

The reason Mo Yiqing could be so carefree, even eccentric.

In her sophomore year, Yu Xueqing heard Mo Yiqing say, drunk one night.

She once had a hereditary illness—when she was in elementary and middle school, she was tiny, didn’t get her first period until fifteen or sixteen.

Girls usually develop earlier than boys, but Mo Yiqing developed extremely slowly.

After treatment, her body returned to normal, but it made her even more fiercely protective of her physical self, alongside her rebellious nature.

“Also, Mo Mo is insanely vain—she constantly comes up to us asking if her butt is round enough, if her chest developed well. The classic moment? One time she held a makeup kit, deep in thought.”

“We asked what she was thinking about, why she skipped dinner. She said she was pondering whether applying makeup to a white stove would damage it—or make it shinier and rosier.”

“We were all stunned.”

“Then… we all fell into deep thought.”

Because of the little fox, Yu Xueqing spoke without restraint, freely mocking Mo Yiqing’s dorm antics.

In terms of vanity, Mo Yiqing was unquestionably the most absurd person Yu Xueqing had ever known.

The little fox stared blankly—Aqing’s stories overloaded his fox brain across two lifetimes.

“Damn, so that’s why all those online sexy pics look like goddesses—makeup can cover everything,” the little fox muttered.

“Ugh, no—my brain’s sprouting new organs. No, no, forget it—my brain doesn’t need those memories.”

“Promised: no cheating fellow Xia people.”

The electric car sped along, taking nearly forty minutes to reach the train station.

As Yu Xueqing entered the parking lot, she spotted a foreign-plate, unmistakably familiar tow truck.

Two workers on the truck parked it at the front of the lot and unloaded a car with a square front, rumbling “gulu gulu.”

“Xiao An, look at that car being possessive!” The car emitted a cat-like hiss when starting—Yu Xueqing couldn’t help but comment.

“What’s so special? Once you pick up Mo Yiqing, you’ll be riding the possessive kitty-cat.” An Sheng glanced, recognizing the car as the “Dodge Hellcat” Mo Yiqing had delivered to the tow truck at dawn.

The Hellcat famously emits a cat-like hiss when starting, and a cat-like shriek when the mechanical supercharger engages.

Due to its extreme contrast appeal, its retail price starts at two million.

An Sheng didn’t care if it was cat-like—but the price was truly hellish.

“Aqing!”

Yu Xueqing paused to watch as the tow truck workers unloaded. Then a tall woman in black skinny jeans, carrying a thin leather backpack as a shoulder bag, wearing black boots, entered the lot.

From a distance, Mo Yiqing, wearing a baseball cap, smiled and waved at Yu Xueqing.

As she raised her hand, her short coat and undershirt rode up.

Clearly visible along her slender waist: the ridges of her abs—making the little fox’s eyes bulge.

“Your friend’s a French supermodel?”

“Mo Mo!”

Yu Xueqing called out, but Mo Yiqing raised her hand, face serious.

“Catch up later—first, take a photo of the fox. I’m posting it on WeChat Moments.”

“Sending your boyfriend your location again?”

“Yep!”

Mo Yiqing hugged the fox, opened the File Transfer Assistant on WeChat, turned on the camera, held the little fox beside her cheek, and grinned as she recorded a short video:

“Just arrived in Xiadong with Aqing. In two days, I’ll send you a swimsuit photoshoot.”

“Don’t you dare use this for porn!”

Mo Yiqing sent the video to the File Transfer Assistant.

Then she slipped her phone back into her coat pocket—all smooth, practiced, seamless.

An Sheng, who’d watched the whole thing, wore a look of quiet bewilderment.

My File Transfer Assistant boyfriend?

No. Reborn as a File Transfer Assistant, I have a girlfriend with a body rivaling a French supermodel.

What the hell kind of boyfriend is a File Transfer Assistant!

Cough cough cough, it's launching tomorrow.

I'll update a chapter note soon; I'll go into details there.

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(End of chapter)