Chapter 28: A King’s Journey
Mari
Li Yingqiao’s first company after graduation was Shengzhimei Biotechnology. Before the company faced liquidation, she had actually already been laid off. In those years, the company’s performance worsened steadily, and…
Small year, small month
Chapter 27: Li Yingqiao, Did you encounter any trouble outside
After he finished speaking, he slid the table aside, the corner scraping sharply against the floor. He stepped sideways, making a path for her to come out from inside. Li…
Chapter 26: You didn’t want it
“What, you’re going to work at Little Art City?” Gao Dian shouted out in excitement, his chopsticks frozen mid-air as he looked up at Li Yingqiao in disbelief, then instinctively…
Chapter 25: Youthful Recklessness, All In The Wine
The typhoon was approaching, and the wild wind roared like a beast breaking free from its cage, recklessly smashing through the streets. Trees lining the roads were clawed by invisible…
Chapter 24 (2/2): Happy Master
“Speaking of your mom, Xiang Xiang has really had a tough couple of years—” Lately, she often trailed off like this. Every time, Yu Jinyang’s heart sank a little. Once…
Chapter 24 (1/2): Happy Master
No sooner had Yu Jinyang finished speaking than Tony took a swift step forward, grabbed the payment code from the counter, and “whoosh” shot right back to Yu Jinyang’s side,…
Chapter 23: …Yu meow meow!
Gao Dian’s Venting Parlor was located in a newly opened shopping mall office building in Fengtan. Right next door was a wooden toy store that had gone bankrupt due to…
Chapter 22 (2/2): She Said My Farts Smell Good
After being assigned to the liberal arts class in sophomore year, teachers refused to give her this special seat because Fang Yue’s long-term malnutrition kept her short, and the back…
Chapter 22 (1/2): She Said My Farts Smell Good
Li Yingqiao hadn’t left the house for nearly half a month since returning. Except for a trip to the cemetery last week, she had been holed up at home binge-watching…
Chapter 21: Fengtan’s Scraper and The Return of a Scumbag
Year 2025, Fengtan. The summers in Fengtan always carried a stuffy heaviness. The heat outside felt like a layer of damp silk long johns—twisting them wouldn’t wring them dry, nor…