At 5 p.m., Fang Ping returned to the advertising company.
Any later, and Zhou Chenchen would've gone out looking for him.
"Lord!"
"Did something happen?"
"Why have you been running around all day?"
Zhou Chenchen was finally getting curious.
Normally, Lord wasn't this busy. Something was definitely off today.
Fang Ping thought it over—it was time to come clean.
He now had a solid grasp of cars. The next step was to take Zhou Chenchen to buy one.
She needed to be informed.
But that old question returned: Could Zhou Chenchen even drive?
He glanced around. On the opposite desk was still that sports car wallpaper.
Next to it, a car magazine lay on the floor.
Preparing for a car ad?
Fang Ping padded over, raised his paw, and pressed it onto the magazine.
Then he turned to look at Zhou Chenchen.
She wasn't sure what he meant—
But she knew by now that everything Lord did had meaning.
She walked over, said a word to a colleague, who let her borrow the magazine.
She brought it back and flipped through it—it was entirely about cars.
Fang Ping leapt up onto Zhou Chenchen's long legs.
Compared to the desk, this was way more comfortable.
"Lord!"
"Are you trying to tell me…"
"You saw some cars today?"
Zhou Chenchen guessed aloud.
She was already used to communicating with Lord like this—like solving riddles.
And she was sure now: this was definitely about cars.
But what she still didn't get was—why was Lord so interested in cars?
Fang Ping raised his paw and tapped on the head of a driver pictured in the magazine.
Zhou Chenchen looked for a while, then commented,
"This guy… is pretty handsome."
She still didn't get it.
Fang Ping was patient.
He lifted his paw again—this time pressing on the driver's hand, which was gripping the steering wheel.
Now you get it, right?
"You want me to look at his hand?"
"Are you pointing out what he's doing?"
"He's… driving?"
Zhou Chenchen hadn't nailed it, but she was getting close.
Fang Ping turned the page. This time, it showed a female driver.
He repeated the motion—pressing on the hand gripping the steering wheel.
"A female driver?"
"She's doing the same thing… she's driving again?"
"Wait, driving… you're asking if I can drive?"
Zhou Chenchen was clever—finally, it clicked.
Fang Ping lifted his cat head and flicked his tail.
That meant: correct.
"Lord, if that's what you're asking—I can drive. I've known how for a long time."
Zhou Chenchen smiled.
She'd driven her dad's car back home before. She had a license.
But ever since she started living alone, she hadn't used any of those cars.
Fang Ping let out a breath of relief.
That made things easier. Otherwise, she'd have to go to driving school.
Time to lay all the cards on the table.
He placed his paw on another part of the magazine—this time, on a car.
"A car?"
Zhou Chenchen glanced at it.
Fang Ping tapped his paw again—this time nudging her jacket pocket, where the bank card was stored.
His bank card.
The bank card?
Zhou Chenchen paused.
"Lord?"
"You want to use that card to buy a car?"
"You want to buy me a car—is that right?"
Smart girl. She put two and two together and figured out Fang Ping's real intention.
Fang Ping lifted his head and flicked his tail again.
Correct.
"Lord!"
"Thank you!"
"You're the best!"
Zhou Chenchen was deeply moved.
She remembered mentioning it to Lord during a trip home—that she wanted to buy a car.
Lord had clearly remembered.
And now that he had money, the first thing he thought about was her.
This car wasn't just any car—it would be their first car together, and that made it extra meaningful.
Lord was contributing to their shared home.
With that thought, Zhou Chenchen felt even more touched.
In the live streaming room, the viewers were emotional too.
"Lord is buying a car for his goddess. I couldn't even do that myself."
"Lord is so warm… I'm tearing up."
"So that's why Lord was at the dealership all day!"
"Lord: I made it so obvious, and none of you caught on."
"I want to send my goddess a gift too… anyone got her address?"
Even the female host of the show was touched.
"What do our panelists think about this?" she asked the guests.
Guest Wang Lan couldn't help but praise him:
"Since the start of Pet Reality Show,
Lord has continually surprised us—
From bringing medicine to his mistress,
To rescuing a child from the tiger enclosure,
And now, buying a car for his mistress!"
"I still can't fully explain Lord's thought process,
But I believe this version of Lord is one we all love."
"I'm honestly itching to cast my vote for Lord right now."
"And I believe that with his growing performance,
He's steadily heading for the crown—no,
He's destined to become the Global Divine Pet Champion."
She was clearly excited—truly a pet enthusiast.
Guest Li Shiwen nodded in admiration too.
"I'm surprised today as well."
"I've never been this moved by Lord until now."
"Watching him grow, step by step, through this show…"
"I believe he'll keep getting better. I'm looking forward to what comes next."
All four panelists ended up giving Lord glowing reviews.
And the audience responded—with nonstop voting.
Lord's vote count shot up again, widening the gap between him and the second place.
Fang Ping lay quietly in Zhou Chenchen's arms, waiting for her to finish releasing her emotions.
She was the kind of person who got emotional fast—and calmed down just as quickly.
"Lord!"
"So that means—"
"You went to check out cars just now?"
Then she paused, sniffed the air… and sniffed again.
"Lord!"
"Why do you smell so good?"
"What is this scent on you?"
Fang Ping looked up at the ceiling.
Ah… that's another story.
A painful tale that cannot be spoken.
Those beautiful Little Misses… did unspeakable things to me.
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