Chapter 133: What’s Wrong with Feeling a Little Nervous?

Faced with the residents’ curses, this group didn’t hold back—instead, they got even more arrogant.

They even put their loudspeaker next to all sorts of instruments.

The moment the loudspeaker was turned on, the volume instantly multiplied, and the entire neighborhood was bathed in the brilliance of their blaring performance.

No one could escape.

Including a certain someone on the third floor.

Chen Xiaoyan covered her head with a quilt and stuffed tissues in her ears, but still couldn’t block out the rhythmic vibrations.

Damn it.

Did someone in the neighborhood die?

Why is it so loud?

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes.

It was already eight o’clock, and they were still banging downstairs, the torment never stopping.

Chen Xiaoyan got out of bed with a dark face, unable to fall back asleep, so she simply gave up.

She threw on some clothes, put on a baseball cap, opened the door, and got ready to go see for herself.

She wanted to see which family could be so lacking in conscience.

But as soon as she stepped out, the noise vanished.

Looking at the figures downstairs scrambling to pack up and flee, Chen Xiaoyan was full of question marks.

She gave them a middle finger as they retreated, then turned around and went back inside.

“What kind of people are these, seriously, got a screw loose or something.”

***

“Ha, thrilling.”

Several of the young guys from Sanlingyi Tiaolong saw the owner of 301 come out and immediately dashed to their car.

Then, they quickly drove off.

If they stayed any longer, they’d end up spending the day at the police station for sure.

“Yuan-ge, send Ling-jie a message, tell her everything’s ok.”

“Heh, I already did.”

“I’m really speechless, after doing this job so long, this is the first time I’ve seen something this ridiculous.”

“Who cares, as long as we get paid.”

“Exactly.”

After Qiuxue received word that the job was done, she immediately reported to Mu Qingxue.

But Mu Qingxue had no idea—she was still catching up on sleep, lost in a dream.

At the slight curve of her lips, her dream was full of Chen Xiaoyan desperately begging for mercy.

Eight-thirty.

Chen Xiaoyan finished brushing her hair, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror repeatedly adjusting her Fake Breast, securing it in the back.

“Hiss~”

Chen Xiaoyan frowned.

Strange, why did this prosthetic feel so much tighter than before?

She shook her head and didn’t think too much of it.

Maybe it was just because she tied it too tightly.

Then, in front of the mirror, Chen Xiaoyan put on the Chest Wrap Ruqun that Mu Qingxue had given her.

Her long, jet-black hair spread out behind her, and in an instant, a peerless beauty appeared in the mirror.

She nodded in satisfaction, put on a mask, and left the house.

She called a taxi to head to the city’s airport.

Then, she bought a high-priced ticket to Zhongzhou on the spot.

The ticket was expensive, but it didn’t require verification—she could board right after security.

Around 9:10.

Chen Xiaoyan arrived at Zhongzhou Airport.

She took out her phone and checked Mu Qingxue’s message in the gang Qun from last night.

The location was a suburban park.

Memorizing the address, Chen Xiaoyan was about to exit QQ when she suddenly noticed the message list—over a dozen red notification dots.

She clicked in.

Well, well, Mu Qingxue had sent a message every half hour from midnight until seven in the morning.

Each one radiated a faint hint of complaint.

Chen Xiaoyan: Sorry, Qingxue, I just got on QQ and saw your messages. I’m really sorry ＞人＜.

Mu Qingxue quickly replied with a blood-dripping knife emoji.

Chen Xiaoyan: Qingxue, great people have great tolerance, forgive me this once (please).

Mu Qingxue: You just got up now?

Chen Xiaoyan: Of course not. I was woken up at seven by a bunch of lunatics, now I’m already in Zhongzhou.

Mu Qingxue: You’ve arrived?

Chen Xiaoyan: Mm, at the airport.

Mu Qingxue: Stay where you are and don’t move.

Chen Xiaoyan smiled at this message.

Looks like there was no need to hail a taxi—her personal ride was about to arrive.

***

“Lingling, Lingling, hurry to the garage and bring a car over!”

Mu Qingxue’s voice echoed through the villa.

Qiuxue was sitting on the living room sofa, fingers flying across her laptop.

She kept checking to make sure every detail for today’s gathering was ready.

If something went wrong, not only would Miss Mu lose face, she herself would also be punished.

“Alright.”

Hearing Mu Qingxue’s anxious call, Qiuxue had no choice but to close her laptop and get up for the garage.

Chen Xiaoyan had arrived.

There was only one person who could make Miss Mu this nervous.

Qiuxue knew Mu Qingxue well and purposely chose a car famed for its romance—Blue Romance.

Blue Romance, the whole car was a deep blue, as elegant as a blue peony.

Only a hundred were sold in Huaguo.

There were two types: business four-seater, and personal two-seater, the most beloved luxury car among women in Huaguo’s elite circles.

Qiuxue drove the business version, four seats.

The second model was even prettier, but they were picking someone up, not going on a pleasure cruise.

“Lingling, to the airport.”

Mu Qingxue hurriedly sat in the back and said to Qiuxue, then turned to her phone.

“Miss, no need to rush. Xiaoyan won’t disappear,” Qiuxue said with a smile.

“Lingling, what should I say to Xiaoyan when I see her later?”

Mu Qingxue looked up to ask.

For some reason, she was inexplicably nervous.

Qiuxue gave a wry smile and replied, “I haven’t interacted with Xiaoyan much, so I don’t really know her personality. This time, I think you’ll have to improvise, Miss.”

Mu Qingxue nodded slightly and said no more.

She bowed her head, checking her phone over and over.

As she looked, her gaze drifted down to her own outfit.

“What do you think of what I’m wearing?”

Hearing this, Qiuxue switched the car to autopilot and turned to look her over carefully.

“I think it looks great. In Zhongzhou, Miss, you’re always the most beautiful.”

“Don’t flatter me, I’m being serious.”

Qiuxue felt a bit wronged—she really meant it, she wasn’t flattering her.

“Miss, I’m serious too.”

“Forget it, I’ll check myself, give me the mirror.”

Qiuxue handed her own makeup mirror to Mu Qingxue.

Mu Qingxue checked several times but still wasn’t satisfied.

“Lingling, I want to go back and change into something more formal.”

“Miss, we’re already halfway there.”

Qiuxue rubbed her forehead helplessly.

“But I…”

“Miss, you don’t want Xiaoyan to wait too long, do you?”

“This… fine.”

Seeing Mu Qingxue nod in agreement, Qiuxue breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a deep sense of confusion.

Could love really be so powerful?

Miss Mu was usually so decisive—why was she suddenly so hesitant and anxious today?

She couldn’t figure it out.

Truly couldn’t.

***

Zhongzhou Airport.

Unlike usual, today the airport’s waiting hall had a very special person.

Everyone passing by couldn’t help but cast a glance her way.

Of course, it was just out of simple curiosity.

In this internet age, people have seen all sorts of strange sights.

But this one was different.

Even though she wore cosplay, her aura was unique—making everyone feel a spontaneous sense of warmth.

It was like a spiritual elevation.

Any bad mood would instantly vanish at a single glance at her.

This miraculous feeling amazed everyone.

Chen Xiaoyan noticed all the stares and felt puzzled.

Why is everyone looking at me?

She lowered her head to check her outfit—there was nothing out of place.

At most, it was just cosplay.

Perfectly normal these days.

Then why is everyone staring?