After signing the car purchase contract, Zhou Chenchen and Fang Ping went home.
Since there were still procedures like license plate registration to handle, they couldn't drive the car home today.
What Zhou Chenchen and Fang Ping didn't know was—this cat had officially become the mascot of that 4S dealership.
If any employee dared to mistreat a cat passing by, they would be fired on the spot!
The dealership soon became a paradise for cats in the neighborhood.
At this moment, Zhou Chenchen was riding a shared bicycle, and Fang Ping was crouched inside the front basket. One person and one cat, both in high spirits.
Fang Ping was happy because he had helped Zhou Chenchen buy a car. Now she wouldn't have to suffer through the wind and rain commuting to work.
Zhou Chenchen was delighted because Lord had remembered what she said. She had mentioned wanting a car, and Lord made it happen. Lord was the best!
"Lord, what should we eat tonight? I'll cook something delicious for you."
Whenever she was in a good mood, Zhou Chenchen liked to cook—it was her specialty.
Fang Ping's tail twitched.
Delicious food?
Everything Zhou Chenchen cooked was delicious.
In fact, she had been getting better and better at it lately.
Sigh!
He couldn't even think about it, or he'd start drooling.
"Wasn't that boiled fish fillet I made last time amazing?"
"Hungry just thinking about it?"
"Never mind, let's not have that today. How about sweet and sour spare ribs?"
Zhou Chenchen asked, but then changed her mind.
Sweet and sour spare ribs?
Fang Ping tugged at his ear.
Fragrant and sweet, crispy on the outside and tender inside—how could that not be delicious?
Sigh!
He was thinking about it again.
And now the drool was real.
Fang Ping's tail wagged cheerfully.
Zhou Chenchen knew him too well. That tail movement meant he liked it—loved it, even.
"Alright! Decision made. Tonight, sweet and sour ribs it is."
"We have to hurry to the market."
"I told the butcher uncle yesterday to save some good ribs for me. I wonder if he's already sold them this late."
She looked a little worried as she spoke, then started pedaling faster.
Just then, a young man on a bike passed them. When he saw Zhou Chenchen, he suddenly slowed down.
"Hey pretty lady, is that your cat? It's beautiful!"
He glanced at Fang Ping in the basket and asked.
"He's my cat. His name is Lord," Zhou Chenchen replied, thinking the guy was a fellow cat lover.
Fang Ping turned to glance at the young man. He could instantly tell what the guy was thinking.
"Lord? That's a cool name!"
"And what's your name, beautiful?"
"Wanna exchange contact info?"
The guy quickly shifted the conversation. After all, he wasn't really interested in the cat—he was here for Zhou Chenchen.
In truth, he didn't like cats at all. He even found them annoying.
His gaze toward Fang Ping revealed a hint of dislike, though Zhou Chenchen didn't notice it.
Only Fang Ping did.
Interesting!
You don't like me? And you think you can hit on Zhou Chenchen?
By now, Zhou Chenchen had caught on to the young man's intentions too.
"Sorry," she said.
"We don't know each other."
"I don't give my contact info to strangers."
She rejected him directly.
The young man wasn't fazed by her refusal.
"That's a good rule," he said.
"I don't give out my contact info easily either."
"By the way, I come this way often, but I've never seen you before."
He kept trying to make small talk.
"I usually don't take this route."
"Just going to the market today, so I took a shortcut."
Zhou Chenchen replied blandly. She really did rarely pass this way.
"Which market are you going to?" he asked. "Anlin Road Market?"
"I know the place—I go that way too. I'll take you there."
His eyes lit up.
Truth was, he never went that way. But after seeing Zhou Chenchen, he didn't want to miss the chance.
Zhou Chenchen had no good way to ditch him. She could see his intentions clearly, but couldn't just drive him off.
So she answered with vague replies, trying to deal with him bit by bit.
Because of the detour, it was nearly 7 PM by the time they reached the market.
Zhou Chenchen found an excuse to shake him off, then biked to the butcher's stall. The uncle she knew was just about to close up.
"Uncle!"
"Sorry I'm late!"
"I had something come up and got delayed."
She hurriedly apologized.
Usually, she'd arrive before 6:30, just as they'd agreed.
"You're lucky you made it, young lady," the butcher laughed.
"Any later, I might've sold them."
He had actually been waiting for her, turning down other customers who'd asked about the ribs.
He took out three fine racks of ribs.
"I'll cut them for you now—it'll save you time later."
"You young folks sure work hard these days."
He assumed her company made her work overtime.
Zhou Chenchen wasn't about to tell him she had been out buying a car.
"Thanks, Uncle!"
She thanked him quickly.
The butcher was swift—he chopped up the ribs cleanly and packed them in a fresh bag.
After paying and thanking him again, Zhou Chenchen left.
Outside the market, she spotted the young man again.
He had never left—he had been waiting.
"Hey beautiful, I was waiting for you!"
"Where do you live?"
"It's getting dark. Not safe out here. Let me take you home."
Fang Ping had heard enough. This guy was clingy to the point of being shameless—did he think he didn't exist?
The guy truly hadn't paid any attention to Fang Ping.
To him—
What could a cat possibly do?
Ding!
"Host has triggered a Doom Card-level mission: Drive away Feng Jian for Zhou Chenchen."
"Mission complete: Host may now unlock the Doom Card skill."
"The Host's Doom Card can bestow misfortune upon any target. Duration: 24 hours. Activate now?"
Just then, the system voice rang in Fang Ping's head.
"Beautiful, my name's Feng Jian. Can you tell me your name now?"
So this guy was Feng Jian. Fang Ping now had a name to match the face.
"Activate!"
"Bestow misfortune upon Feng Jian!"
Fang Ping said it directly in his mind.
Right after he did, a water truck at the side of the road suddenly lost control.
Its hose burst open—fwoosh—blasting water straight at Feng Jian, soaking him from head to toe!
Feng Jian stood there drenched, shivering in the wind.
Misfortune... had arrived right on schedule.
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