Inside the elevator!
Fang Ping once again encountered that same group of enthusiastic, pretty Little Misses.
They acted like they didn't need to work at all, riding the elevator up and down just for fun—or at least, that's what it felt like to Fang Ping.
Strangely, none of them questioned why he was taking the elevator alone.
In their minds, cats were noble, mysterious creatures—Catkind could do anything.
Open doors?
Use elevators?
Of course.
Drive a car?
Well… maybe not.
Without Zhou Chenchen around, the Little Misses became even more enthusiastic.
"Kitty, you're here again!"
"You're still so beautiful."
"Kitty, are you ignoring me? That hurts!"
"Kitty, stay with me for a day, okay?"
"Kitty, let me pet you a little."
Sweet-smelling Little Misses descended like wolves upon him, their hands swift and merciless.
Fang Ping tried to resist—then gave up.
He laid flat, scooped up into soft arms, swallowed by the sweet darkness and fragrances.
In the live streaming room, the viewers were losing it:
"Damn! So enthusiastic, these Little Misses are wild."
"Tell me the address, I want to go there!"
"Dream on. Only Lord gets this treatment."
"Look at that poor guy standing to the side, drooling. Do the Misses even look at him?"
"Truth bomb—single guys don't get this kind of love."
"Lord is a star no matter where he goes."
"Lord, are you accepting disciples?"
When Fang Ping finally escaped the building, his fur was all messy again.
"Kitty, come with us! We've got tasty snacks!"
"I've got something you'll love!"
"We can give you everything you want!"
The Little Misses were still calling after him.
Fang Ping didn't even look back—he bolted.
He had a strong suspicion they were being suggestive… but he had no proof.
His hasty retreat only made the Little Misses giggle. This cat was just too adorable.
Out on the street, Fang Ping let out a sigh of relief.
Those Little Misses and their… um… overwhelming passion? Too intense.
Back to business!
The 4S dealership was right next to the office building.
Fang Ping shook his head, cleared his thoughts, and headed over.
A staff member filming him had followed at a distance, careful not to attract attention.
At the entrance, Fang Ping didn't walk straight in.
He wasn't human—he was a cat.
If he just strolled inside, the staff would definitely stop him.
So many new cars on display—if he scratched even one, they'd panic.
Cat claws were sharp.
He waited until a middle-aged couple approached and then nonchalantly followed them in.
Sure enough—it worked.
The staff assumed he was their pet and let him through.
Still, one employee signaled another inside to keep an eye on the cat.
No way were they letting him jump onto the cars.
One worker trailed behind him carefully.
Fang Ping didn't plan to hop on any vehicles.
Once inside, he stayed close to the couple, maintaining the illusion that he belonged with them.
After watching for a bit and seeing no signs of trouble, the worker left.
The couple did notice Fang Ping, but assumed he was the showroom's cat and didn't give it a second thought.
So both sides misunderstood the situation—which was perfect for Fang Ping.
Now he had a chance to observe the cars.
The dealership was large, with many models on display.
It was impossible to look at everything at once.
Fang Ping kept his distance at first, glancing at the cars from afar.
But that wasn't helping—he couldn't judge their specs just by looks.
He soon gave up that method and returned to the couple's side.
The viewers in the live room were curious:
"What's Lord doing? Ditching the Little Misses to visit a car dealership?"
"Maybe he wants to drive."
"Forget the cars—riding with the Little Misses is more fun."
"Wait, wait… are we still talking about actual cars?"
"I'm lost. What are you people even saying?"
Just then, a young saleswoman was introducing various car models to the couple.
She noticed Fang Ping trailing behind and assumed he was just returning to his owners.
"Sir, Ma'am, this is an A-class vehicle, built with a unique layered chassis, available in three-door and five-door versions."
"This is a B-class, a compact SUV-style ride."
"This one is a C-class sedan, more executive-grade, with standard four-door options and variants like the five-door touring and three-door hatchback."
As she walked, she pointed out vehicles and explained features.
The couple occasionally sat inside to try the steering wheels and get a feel for the space.
Fang Ping listened attentively at first.
But when he glanced at the wall clock—uh-oh, time was tight.
He turned around and quietly slipped away.
If he stayed any longer, Zhou Chenchen would start worrying.
Lunch break was almost up.
The saleswoman paused when she saw the cat leaving, expecting the couple to call it back.
But the couple didn't react.
"That's not your cat?" she asked, puzzled.
"I thought it was yours?" the couple replied, equally confused.
"We don't have a cat in the store," she said.
And then it hit her—both parties had misunderstood.
The cat had snuck in.
Her back started to sweat.
Thank goodness the cat hadn't jumped on any cars, or she'd be in serious trouble.
She quickly called the floor manager.
The manager, furious, scolded the front desk employees and launched a full search.
But Fang Ping was long gone.
After an hour and a half of searching and reviewing security footage, they finally confirmed he had left the dealership.
The front desk workers were berated again.
That cat!
They swore, if it ever came back, they'd make sure it didn't get in again.
Fang Ping, of course, had no idea he'd just earned himself two new enemies.
He was already planning to return in the afternoon.
There were still plenty of cars he hadn't looked at in detail.
He hadn't come to window-shop.
He came to buy.
He was serious.
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