C12 Qin Xiaoliu, Look Good!

Could Wang Faang be seriously ill?

I stirred up trouble on his turf and now he's showering me with money and brotherly affection.

Is this what they call magnetic personality?

Sigh, I'm just too exceptional for my own good.

Before long, the car pulled up to the Golden Universe Boxing Gym.

Qin Xiaoliu stepped out, full of vigor.

He slammed the car door shut with a resounding "bang."

He was about to stride into the gym when the driver hurried out from behind the wheel.

"Hey, you haven't paid the fare yet."

Qin Xiaoliu's foot hung mid-step, and he froze.

A flock of crows flew overhead...

Talk about mortifying.

He tossed his hair back and asked with a bold flair, "How much do I owe you?"

The driver eyed him warily, phone in hand, ready with the payment code.

Clearly, he suspected Qin Xiaoliu might try to dodge the fare.

"It's 19 yuan. Will you be paying with cash or by scan?" the driver inquired.

Qin Xiaoliu cringed at the reminder. Just three hours earlier, he'd haughtily handed the driver a 20-yuan note, telling him to keep the change.

He glanced at the driver's suspicious gaze, set down his suitcase, and frantically rummaged through his pockets.

At last, fortune favored him.

He pulled out a wad of crumpled bills: one ten, one five, three singles, and two fifty-cent coins.

He passed the cash to the driver, who looked at him with a mix of annoyance and contempt.

"This kid might look sharp, but he's a piece of work," the driver muttered to himself.

Without another word, he climbed back into the cab and drove off, leaving Qin Xiaoliu in a cloud of exhaust that belched from the tailpipe.

Qin Xiaoliu was engulfed in the fumes, feeling utterly disrespected.

He hurled insults at the taxi's retreating form.

"Damn it, you're just a taxi driver, aren't you?"

"I'm currently carrying two million yuan with me."

"Don't you have any common sense?"

"And you dare to scorn me? You'll never get to enjoy even three dishes!"

"Pfft, what nonsense!"

He spat a thick glob of phlegm onto the ground as he spoke.

Picking up the suitcase from the ground, he was filled with renewed vigor.

He stepped forward, ready to head to the boxing gym.

Just then, a janitor approached.

"Young man, spitting on the ground incurs a 100 yuan fine."

Damn it. Qin Xiaoliu collapsed to the ground.

Did I forget to check the almanac before leaving the house today?

The janitor, phone in hand, addressed the fallen Qin Xiaoliu.

"Young man, I've got the video right here, so don't even think about scamming me."

"Get up and pay the fine, or I'm calling the cops!"

Hearing this, Qin Xiaoliu sank deeper into despair.

"Auntie, isn't this a bit much? It was just a bit of spit."

"Isn't a 100 yuan fine a bit excessive?"

"I can just clean it up if it's that big of a deal."

Qin Xiaoliu got to his feet and reasoned with the janitor.

To his surprise, she grabbed her phone.

"Hello, is this the Public Security Office?"

"I've got someone here who spit on the ground and is refusing to pay the fine."

"And now he's trying to pull a fast one on us."

"Uh, my location is..."

Before the janitor could finish, Qin Xiaoliu snatched the phone, looking utterly resigned.

"Fine, fine, I'll pay. Happy now?"

The janitor gave Qin Xiaoliu a smug look.

This kid thinks he can fool me?

He obviously doesn't know who I am – Big Sister Hua of Yun Road.

Qin Xiaoliu opened his WeChat, his head throbbing at the sight of the paltry 3.84 yuan balance.

Reluctantly, he opened his small leather suitcase, pulled out two hundred yuan, and handed it to the janitor.

The janitor's eyes widened at the sight of the suitcase brimming with hundred-yuan notes.

Without missing a beat, she was back on her phone.

"Hello, Public Security Office?"

"I need to report a crime. There's someone here suspected of robbery."

"Yes, I'm at..."

Once again, Qin Xiaoliu wrestled the phone away and pleaded with the cleaning lady, his grip on her hand feeble.

"Sister, this money is mine. Why are you calling the cops?"

Qin Xiaoliu was at a loss for words.

Is today my unlucky day or what?

The cleaning lady backed away quickly, clutching her chest, eyeing Qin Xiaoliu with suspicion.

"What are you trying to pull? I'm warning you, hand over my phone."

"Then come with me to the Public Security Bureau voluntarily, or I'm calling for backup."

"You may look respectable, but you're trying to pull something shady on me."

Qin Xiaoliu's face was lined with frustration. What in the world is happening?

Oh, heavens and earth, who have I managed to anger?

All I wanted was to come here and be a loyal sidekick.

Why does it have to be so complicated!

"Listen, Sister, you've got it all wrong."

"The money is really mine."

"I'll give you back your phone, but only if you stop this talk about calling the police. I haven't done anything illegal."

"And for the record, I have absolutely no designs on you! Please, have a heart and let me off the hook!"

Qin Xiaoliu looked utterly dejected. Even if I were desperate, I wouldn't be interested in you.

This sister sure has an inflated sense of self-worth.

"Are you going to hand it over or not? If not, I'm going to scream for help."

She didn't buy a word Qin Xiaoliu was saying. She remembered being quite the catch back in her factory days.

"I'll give it to you if you don't call the police," Qin Xiaoliu stood his ground.

"Help! Harassment! I'm being harassed!"

No sooner had Qin Xiaoliu finished his plea than a shrill cry erupted from the cleaning lady's lips.

Qin Xiaoliu had no doubt that she must have mastered some kind of powerful vocal technique.

The cry drew a crowd, and amidst the onlookers, a striking figure emerged.

Clad in a black mini dress with a leather jacket and thigh-high boots, her long, white legs made a statement. She exuded a fierce, no-nonsense aura that kept others at bay.

She approached Qin Xiaoliu at a leisurely pace.

"What's the matter?"

As he looked at the newcomer, Qin Xiaoliu could swear he had never felt such a fondness for Lih Qingcheng as he did now.

Her timing was impeccable!

Indeed, the arrival was none other than Qin Xiaoliu's boss—Lih Qingcheng!

Lih Qingcheng, catching Qin Xiaoliu's gaze fixed on her with puppy-dog eyes, felt a tingle of discomfort.

The boy clearly needed some discipline.

With a slight frown and stern voice, Lih Qingcheng inquired, "What's the issue?"

"Uh, well..."

Qin Xiaoliu then recounted the events to Lih Qingcheng.

His discomposed state was understandable; he was genuinely overwhelmed with emotion.

It was like a beacon of light piercing through the darkness!

Upon hearing the story, Lih Qingcheng let out a chuckle.

Her laughter left everyone around her spellbound.

She was breathtaking, truly living up to her name that suggested she could captivate a city!

Lih Qingcheng took note of everyone's reactions.

Her piercing eyes swept across the room.

No one dared meet her gaze, and heads bowed in unison.

Pleased, Lih Qingcheng nodded in approval.

Then she turned to see Qin Xiaoliu still gawking at her, lovesick.

Lih Qingcheng leaned in close, resting her head on Qin Xiaoliu's shoulder, her lips nearly brushing his ear.

In a whisper, she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

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