“Xinglan, I like you. Will you be with me?”
Ye Xinglan held a bouquet in one hand and raised a camera with the other, staring blankly as Xiaoxi held out a moon-shaped ring in front of her.
“I… I…”
After a few seconds, Xinglan, realizing she had to say something, found her voice again.
“I’m willing…”
Xiaoxi took Xinglan’s finger and slowly slid the ring onto her right ring finger.
It wasn’t until they embraced that they both realized their hearts were beating just as fast.
“…Sigh.”
Muxingge sighed, suddenly not wanting to watch the couple cuddling anymore.
“That’s enough. You don’t need to get involved in the rest of the work. Go accompany your girlfriend. I’ll handle coordinating with the Logistics Department.”
The good news was Xiaoxi really understood her well and read her expression perfectly.
The bad news was she just got smothered in a mouthful of lovebirds’ PDA and was thoroughly annoyed.
Didn’t she call Xiaoxi out today just to torment this jerk who wrote fanfiction about herself?
How did it end with her becoming part of someone else’s confession scene—and having to work overtime on top of it?
When Muxingge returned, the Logistics Department had already cordoned off the area and started cleaning up the scene. Looking at the mess in the jewelry store, she frowned.
This incident today didn’t feel like a random freak accident at all.
She and Xiaoxi shared the same feeling—like another person was controlling the body of that strange attacker and communicating with them through it.
Outside the commercial center, a woman sitting on a bench caught the attention of many passersby.
She had short silver hair, wore sunglasses, and rested her hands casually on the back of the bench.
Her long legs wrapped in black stockings tapped rhythmically, exuding both an icy coolness and seductive charm.
When she saw Shandie hurrying over, the woman even waved to greet her.
“This way, this way—”
Shandie froze for a moment, lowering her voice nervously.
“Are you crazy? Showing up so blatantly at the entrance of the commercial square—you’re not afraid of being discovered? Muxingge is inside the mall right now!”
“No need to be so tense,” Black Rose replied. “Finally got a chance to get some sun. The Black Market is just too suffocating.”
She spread out her hands, revealing a black tattoo of thorns and roses crawling up her arm like it had a life of its own, reaching the palm.
“As long as I dress properly to cover the rest of the tattoo, it’s fine. I’ve nearly run out of magic reserves anyway.”
Shandie frowned and glanced at the two barely holding buttons on Black Rose’s chest, then at her shapely legs wrapped in black stockings.
Black Rose didn’t seem to realize what really drew attention, or maybe she was doing it on purpose.
“But something unexpected happened just now,” Shandie said, speaking as they walked.
Only when they reached a relatively secluded alley did Shandie lower her voice.
“During the retreat, someone blocked me in the fire escape. It was that Sirius from the team.”
“Maybe she found something. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have suddenly left the scene and gone to such a remote fire escape.
When I spoke to her, her attitude was off too, but she probably didn’t find any decisive evidence, so I left right in front of her.”
Black Rose nodded thoughtfully.
“Sirius again…”
If it weren’t for Sirius messing up the original plan—Black Rose was supposed to be the one to handle the strange attacker—Black Rose would never have casually told Xiaoxi ‘I remember you’ after the plan failed.
She touched her neck, feeling the thorn and rose tattoo crawling once more.
She also recalled when she possessed that person, Sirius’s gaze lingered on her for several seconds.
“Ah, looks like the people the Association sent might have uncovered something.”
That night, inside Fox Momomo’s small tent in the Black Market.
The little fox lady hummed cheerfully while tidying the cluttered tent.
Most of the items were things she had picked up while gathering intelligence and occasionally sold inside the tent.
For Fox Momomo, collecting intel and stocking up at the same time was two birds with one stone.
Besides, most goods in the Black Market weren’t exactly clean. If everyone’s dirty, no one’s dirty.
And how could this be called stealing? She was just being thrifty by picking up things no one wanted. It’s not stealing, it’s “carrying”!
“Hmm-hmm~ hmm-hmm~ hmm-hmm-hmm~”
Fox Momomo hummed a tuneless song, her fluffy tail swaying rhythmically behind her.
After a while, she clapped her hands, finally finishing the tidying.
Setting these items out tomorrow would definitely fetch a good price~
Since it was still early, Fox Momomo planned to go out for more goods and help Miss Lin gather more intelligence.
Her rule for restocking was simple: Search, don’t fight, withdraw quickly.
Whether collecting intel or stocking up, she had never failed.
Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, staring at the Tarot Cards on her stall.
She’d learned tarot for a while but rarely used it.
Maybe today, before heading out, she’d try a reading for herself.
Moments later, after drawing three cards, Fox Momomo frowned.
From the cards’ faces, it looked like she was going to have very bad luck today.
“Pah, pah, pah! That’s way too unlucky!”
Fox Momomo immediately refused to believe it.
Divination is like that—if the result is good, it’s a blessing; better safe than sorry.
If bad, it’s superstition and only fools believe it.
Right now, Fox Momomo was in the latter mindset.
Last time, A Li also said her readings were inaccurate.
Maybe she still hadn’t mastered it yet.
She shrugged off the reading, tossed the cards aside, and hopped out of the tent.
…..
Two hours later, a slightly tipsy Fox Momomo said goodbye to the patrons at the bar.
When she waved, the fox ears on her head twitched adorably.
This was her usual method of gathering intelligence—chatting people up, simple and effective.
The secret was that she was just cute enough.
No one would be on guard against such an adorable little fox girl.
No one would link Fox Momomo to that old woman who sold intelligence in the Black Market.
Over time, she had become familiar with the regulars at the bar.
Fox Momomo was clever and knew how to steer conversations to get the info she needed without arousing suspicion.
After wrapping up, she headed home.
A little drunk, Fox Momomo chose a shortcut and staggered into a dark alley.
The Black Market didn’t have many lights, and alleys like this were as black as an abyss.
But she was very familiar with the Black Market’s layout.
After taking a few turns in the alley, she took a step forward and suddenly felt something cold and sharp press against her throat.
Fox Momomo’s eyes widened, sobering up halfway.
She froze on the spot, too scared to move.
“Big brother, big sister, please don’t rob me! I really have nothing valuable on me. I haven’t eaten in three days…”
Before the other party could say a word, Hu Rongrong blurted out a pitiful stream of words and voluntarily turned her pockets inside out.
“See? I really have nothing. I didn’t see anything either. Please let me go.”
In a place like the Black Market, Hu Rongrong never carried anything valuable.
She knew what kind of people were here—some only searched without fighting, others only fought without searching, grabbing and running.
If she was penniless, no one could rob her of anything.
“You talk funny, little fox. I’m not here to rob you.
But I heard you’ve been looking for me a lot lately, hmm?”
A sultry female voice sounded from the darkness.
Hu Rongrong just breathed a sigh of relief, but her body tensed again when she heard the last words.
“W-what are you talking about, big sister? I don’t understand.”
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.