Morning.
When the first ray of sunlight shines on the urban land, the whole city seems to be rejuvenated as if it has been baptized.
The number of pedestrians on the streets gradually increases, with heavy traffic and bustling activity. Everything appears to be in good order.
At this moment, Su Cheng is sitting at the bus stop. One hand is holding a newspaper and casually flipping through it, while the other hand is quietly savoring the fries in his hand. He is sitting with his legs crossed, looking relaxed and carefree, as if he has completely forgotten what happened to him yesterday.
"Here, this is for you."
Sister Qin, who has just come out of the Kentucky Fried Chicken store, holds a breakfast and hands it to Cornelia, who is secretly observing Su Cheng in the car.
"Thanks."
Cornelia quickly takes the breakfast, then her gaze returns to Su Cheng. While sipping something, she mutters in a low voice, "He's been sitting here for half an hour. Why hasn't he left yet?"
"Maybe he's waiting for the bus,"
Sister Qin is sitting in the driver's seat, takes a bite of the hamburger, and replies indistinctly, "After all, the buses start operating at seven o'clock."
"That's too late,"
Cornelia frowns and says. She can't help but look down at the time on her phone and only then realizes that it's only a little past five. Doesn't this mean he has to sit here for over an hour?
"I think he no longer has the desire to commit suicide,"
Sister Qin takes another sip of Coke. Her mouth is puffed out, and she speaks indistinctly, "So, we can leave now."
"Just leave him alone?"
"Otherwise?"
Sister Qin retorts, pats the watch on her wrist, and says irritably, "A woman of my age is most afraid of staying up late. I have to go back quickly and catch up on some beauty sleep!"
"Okay,"
Cornelia nods, then takes out all the money from her bag. Judging from the thickness, it's probably over ten thousand.
She says gratefully, "This is a little token of my appreciation. If you don't mind..."
"Hey, you're really a rich lady,"
Sister Qin immediately stops her and refuses with a smile, "Besides, I'm having a good time myself. Consider it as me accompanying you for fun. It would be too vulgar to take the money."
"But..."
"Nothing but. I understand your gratitude,"
Sister Qin continues to refuse with a smile, "But I think you'll come to me for help again in the future. Save the words of thanks for later. I don't like these formalities."
"All right," Cornelia has no choice but to give in. Then, after a moment's thought, she suddenly says, "How about coming to my place and being my driver?"
"Spare me,"
Sister Qin refuses without hesitation, then waves her hand and says, "I prefer a more relaxed job."
Saying this, she pauses for a moment and teases, "Besides, just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable all over. Being a nanny and a driver. Why do I have to serve you, a princess?"
Hearing this, Cornelia blushes instantly and doesn't dare to say anything more. She can only turn her gaze to Su Cheng in front.
Suddenly, Su Cheng in front gets into a private car.
"Why did he get into someone else's car?" Cornelia is shocked and immediately shouts to Sister Qin, "Hurry up and chase after him."
"You're so silly. Obviously, it's a ride-hailing car,"
Sister Qin rolls her eyes with a mix of amusement and exasperation. But looking at the private car in front, she says in a somewhat depressed tone, "It's precisely because of the rise of ride-hailing services that our passenger volume has dropped sharply. It can be said that we can't even get ten orders in a month."
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yes. Recently, I'm also planning to change my job,"
Sister Qin shakes her head, starts the car, and chases after the car that Su Cheng is in. At the same time, she says, "I originally planned to open a coffee shop, but now it seems better to open a bookstore."
"Open a bookstore?" Cornelia says in surprise, "Isn't running a bookstore quite boring?"
"It is boring, but it would be a happy thing if work and hobbies are combined,"
Sister Qin opens the car's storage box, takes out a book called The Basic Laws of Web Novel Male Leads, and throws it to her, "Take a look at this book. It's very interesting. But unfortunately, this kind of book has a small audience and a narrow readership."
"Um..." Cornelia reads a few pages of the book and then gives up. Now her mind is full of Su Cheng. How can she focus on the book?
So, she stuffs the book back into the storage box and asks, "So, the job you want to do is to read novels while working?"
"Yes. Why don't you take this book home and read it?"
"No, I really don't have time to read it."
"All right."
Not long after, Su Cheng gets out of the car and goes home.
Cornelia lets out a long sigh of relief. The rock hanging in her heart finally drops. Then she yawns, rubs her sleepy eyes, and says, "I'm going home too. I have to go to the dry cleaner to pick up his clothes later."
"Okay,"
Sister Qin lights a cigarette and casually replies.
Just as Cornelia is about to open the car door, she sees a yellow figure outside. She is stunned for a second, then points out of the car window and says, "Sister Qin, look. Dahuang is outside."
"Oh?"
Sister Qin curiously leans out of the window to look, but doesn't see anything. So she asks in confusion, "Where?"
Cornelia pointed at the trash bag on the street corner and said, "Look, it's rummaging through the trash can right now!"
"What!?"
Sister Qin saw the big yellow dog rummaging through the trash can and was so shocked that she almost dropped the cigarette from her mouth. She stared with wide eyes and asked in disbelief, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Cornelia nodded firmly and said seriously, "The brand of cigarettes it smokes is the same as yours."
"..." Sister Qin was speechless for a moment and couldn't help but complain, "From any angle, it's just a stray dog."
"It's not an ordinary dog. It's my good friend!"
Cornelia blinked her eyes and seriously added, "It's a dog from the circus. It will do a backflip as long as you give it a cigarette!"
"Really?"
Looking at Cornelia's confident look, Sister Qin gasped. There was actually a faint excitement in her heart - you know, if it was really a dog that could do backflips.
How cool would that be?
It must be caught and taken home to be raised.
There was no reason for Cornelia to deceive her, the benefactor who had just helped her out of trouble. Moreover, Cornelia had specifically emphasized that this dog was from the circus.
Maybe it was really a retired old dog!
So, Sister Qin's eyes became hotter and hotter.
"Sister Qin..." Seeing that Sister Qin didn't answer for a long time, Cornelia couldn't help but remind her.
Sister Qin suddenly came back to her senses. She took out cigarettes and a lighter from the car, looked at Cornelia seriously with a solemn tone, and asked, "Are you sure it will do a backflip if you give it a cigarette?"
"That's right. I've seen it many times!"
Cornelia immediately affirmed, "As long as you give it a cigarette and ask it to give you some face, it will do a backflip!"
"Do I give it the cigarette directly or light it for it to smoke?"
Sister Qin was very serious about this, as if discussing a very important matter.
"Light it and let it smoke!"
Cornelia nodded very definitely.
"Good. Then you go and try."
After Sister Qin finished speaking, she took out a cigarette and a lighter from the cigarette case and handed them to Cornelia, saying, "Show me the performance."
"I'm afraid this won't work..."
Cornelia shook her head and explained, "For some reasons, it doesn't listen to me now."
Hearing this, Sister Qin frowned and asked suspiciously, "What reasons?"
"I'm not really convenient to tell you about the specific reasons. Maybe it's not feeling well recently. It's in menopause."
Cornelia shook her head and continued, "Anyway, I'm not lying to you. I have to go now."
With that, Cornelia opened the door and was about to leave, but Sister Qin called her to stop, "Wait."
"What's up, Sister Qin?"
Cornelia stopped and turned to look at Sister Qin.
"Are you sure it can smoke?"
"I'm sure!"
"What if it doesn't smoke?"
"I don't know either."
Cornelia was a bit hesitant. After all, if her judgment was wrong and this matter ended up unpleasantly, the relationship between her and Sister Qin might deteriorate. In that case, it would be a great loss.
"Forget it. How could a mutt know how to smoke?"
Sister Qin waved her hand, indicating that Cornelia could leave.
However, Cornelia was not happy about this. She said seriously, "Sister Qin, it's really not an ordinary dog. I regard it as a friend and it has helped me a lot!"
"What if I give it a cigarette and it doesn't smoke?"
"If it doesn't smoke, it's still not an ordinary dog!"
Cornelia continued to correct.
"I'm asking, what if I give it a cigarette and it doesn't smoke?"
By this time, Sister Qin was also getting angry. Her tone became a bit aggressive. She asked seriously, "If it doesn't smoke, you have to admit that it's just a mutt!"
"What mutt? It's not an ordinary dog!"
Cornelia was furious. She glared at Sister Qin and said seriously, "I've never regarded it as a dog."
"Fine."
By this time, Sister Qin was also losing her temper. She took the cigarette and walked towards the big yellow dog, sneering, "Are you brave enough to take a bet?"
"Why wouldn't I be brave enough?"
Cornelia was not willing to show weakness.
"Good!"
Sister Qin lit a cigarette, squinted her eyes, and slowly blew out a smoke ring. "If it doesn't smoke, you have to admit that it's an ordinary mongrel dog!"
"Okay, no problem!"
Cornelia readily agreed. "But if it smokes, you have to apologize to Big Yellow!"
"Okay, no problem!"
Sister Qin readily agreed. She glanced at the big yellow dog again, then got out of the car and walked towards it.
Cornelia pinned her hopes on the friendship between her and the big yellow dog and nervously stood beside the car waiting.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
When the big yellow dog saw Sister Qin approaching, it immediately started barking, seemingly full of hostility towards this strange girl.
However, this was only the beginning.
Under Cornelia's worried and expectant gaze, Sister Qin walked closer and handed the cigarette to the big yellow dog.
"Come on, take a puff!"
The big yellow dog's reaction was extremely violent.
The next second, the big yellow dog opened its mouth and was about to attack Sister Qin's wrist.
Fortunately, Sister Qin reacted in time and pulled her hand back.
At the same time, Cornelia also let out a scream and said anxiously, "Big Yellow, don't do this. Be obedient. Don't bite people!"
Da Huang seemed to be startled by Cornelia's sudden exclamation. Then it turned around and ran away at full speed, leaving only a fleeing dog silhouette for the two of them. And the first thing Sister Qin said when she walked back was, "It didn't suck. It's just a mongrel dog."

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