Yellow Weasel Requests a Title This Seems to Be a Dog... The Secret That Ye Cheng and Potato Have to Tell

Xiao Chun’s voice grew quieter and quieter, and the atmosphere around them fell increasingly silent.

“Director, did I... say something wrong?”

Chen Youliang: “...”

Xiao Chun, who would’ve thought? She always seemed like the most honest person in the welfare home—hardworking and willing to shoulder every burden, eating little and doing plenty, and even saying “sorry” after being scolded. But who could’ve guessed she was the most calculating one of all? The moment she struck, it was a killing blow!

Chen Youliang was sweating buckets. Feeling two icy gazes fixed on him from nearby, he wanted nothing more than to drop dead.

Xiao Chun was the most obedient person in the welfare home. She occupied a position somewhere between the Pokémon trapped inside the home and ordinary people. Her intelligence was normal, but she had certain physical defects.

The oppression and brainwashing had been extremely successful. She never resisted, did whatever she was told, worked tirelessly, cared about others, was willing to do extra work, and had a strong sense of collective responsibility...

She was practically a nuclear-powered workhorse. There couldn’t have been a more suitable target for exploitation. But as the saying went, the same thing that made you could also break you.

The good news: she was very obedient.

The bad news: she was very obedient.

Xiao Chun had just asked whether she should tell the truth. Chen Youliang himself had said that she had to “tell the truth.” And now, she really had.

Chen Youliang: “...”

The boomerang had come back far too quickly. Chen Youliang felt worse than if he’d swallowed shit. Under normal circumstances, he would have changed his attitude already—but that would mean giving up a month’s worth of food money for the welfare home. The children would be eating cabbage leaves every day!

As for now...

“Come here. Look into Director Chen’s family background, and while you’re at it, bring his family members here.”

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes and stared at Chen Youliang for a while before looking away and waving to a bodyguard from the Dongfang family nearby.

Chen Youliang: “???”

Look into... his background?

Bring his family members here???

Translated into plain language... they were checking whether his hands and feet were clean, then bringing his family over as hostages.

Chen Youliang: “???”

How brutal!

At some point, the short-haired woman had quietly made her way over. “Young Mistress, should I look into it?”

She was remarkably perceptive. On her side, she didn’t even need a signal from the young lady before coming over herself.

Shen Qinghan nodded. “Mm. Bring them here as well. Leave half the people behind to continue searching.”

“Yes, Young Mistress!”

The short-haired woman received her orders and went off to the side with her phone to call in reinforcements.

The situation changed in an instant. Whenever things felt too stressful, one could simply look at Chen Youliang for comfort. He had imagined countless ways Ye Cheng might take revenge, but never once had he imagined Ye Cheng getting revenge by living off a woman.

He was a man, for crying out loud!

Xiao Chun’s appearance meant that Chen Youliang had completely lost his value. What useful information could come from the mouth of an old fox? Even if they managed to pry something out of him, it would probably be a prettied-up version of the truth... completely useless. By comparison, Xiao Chun—who didn’t know how to lie and looked honest and simple—was clearly the better person to question.

And so, Xiao Chun replaced Chen Youliang.

As punishment for losing his usefulness, Chen Youliang was held down by the Dongfang family’s bodyguards and forbidden from going anywhere.

Chen Youliang: “...”

“You’re called Xiao Chun, right?” Dongfang Zhixia’s tone softened considerably as she stared at Xiao Chun’s mouth—the cleft lip was quite unsightly.

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Xiao Chun’s already evasive eyes became even more flustered. She lowered her head further, her inferiority complex practically overflowing.

“Mm... y-yes.”

“Don’t be nervous. I just have a few things to ask you. Your mouth...” Dongfang Zhixia frowned.

“I’m sorry. Did I scare you? I’ve been like this since I was little...” Xiao Chun’s body trembled slightly. She lowered her head even more, and her voice grew quieter and quieter.

“It’s only a minor operation. Once you’ve answered the questions I need answered, I’ll arrange the surgery for you immediately.”

Dongfang Zhixia crossed her arms, her tone filled with confidence.

Xiao Chun was visibly moved. She lifted her head and looked at Dongfang Zhixia in disbelief. Then... she shook her head and refused.

“No, thank you.”

Dongfang Zhixia frowned. “Why are you refusing?”

As though she had thought of something, Dongfang Zhixia added, “Don’t worry. You won’t have to pay.”

Xiao Chun still shook her head. In fact, her resistance became even more obvious. She was still unwilling.

Dongfang Zhixia: “???”

What was going on?

Dongfang Zhixia began to suspect that this girl named Xiao Chun didn’t merely have a problem with her mouth. There might be something wrong with her head, too... It was just a matter of answering a few simple questions before getting treatment for her physical defect. Why wouldn’t she agree?

Tap, tap, tap.

Light footsteps approached. Shen Qinghan stepped forward and squeezed past the still-confused Dongfang Zhixia.

Dongfang Zhixia: “???”

You troublesome problem child, you...

“I’m a very good classmate of the Brother Cheng I told you about. He’s missing now, and we can’t get in touch with him. I need to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?”

Shen Qinghan’s calm voice echoed in Xiao Chun’s ears. Compared with Dongfang Zhixia’s earlier tone, it sounded even colder. That was simply her innate personality.

Whenever she spoke, she sounded like this—emotionless and indifferent...

But this time, Xiao Chun nodded.

“You’re the young lady Brother Cheng mentioned, aren’t you?” Xiao Chun seemed to remember something, and her tone became slightly excited. She had previously thought Brother Cheng was just bragging to her. Who would’ve thought... there really was such a beautiful, ice-cold young lady!

And just as Brother Cheng had said, they really were very close classmates!

Once again, she had latched onto the key phrase: “classmates.”

The moment Xiao Chun heard those four words, she dropped all her defenses and chose to believe her. Everything matched. Every detail lined up with what Brother Cheng had told her.

Shen Qinghan froze. A flicker of astonishment crossed her calm eyes before she nodded.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Dongfang Zhixia: “???”

For some reason, Dongfang Zhixia’s anger began to rise sharply. She felt like cursing someone—and perhaps hanging a certain bastard up and beating him.

Naturally... that would have to wait until they actually caught him.

What the hell!

She knew Shen Qinghan, but not her?

“What about me? My name is Dongfang Zhixia. Have you heard of me?” Dongfang Zhixia asked unhappily. As she returned to her place, she deliberately squeezed past the young mistress, getting revenge for the slight she had just suffered.

Xiao Chun answered with complete honesty and shook her head.

“No.”

Dongfang Zhixia: “...”

Aaaaaah—

You bastard, just you wait!!!

Meanwhile.

On the opposite side of Long Nation, in a place that formed a stark contrast with the bustling city of Hai City... the northwest.

“Achoo!”

“Could I be coming down with a cold? No way, right? Or is someone cursing me?”

Ye Cheng was still out there planting potatoes, hoe in hand. He sneezed out of nowhere. After thinking it over, he eventually identified the likely culprit.

“That old bastard! That son-of-a-bitch whose son will be born without a dick! How dare you curse your father? Just wait. Once this whole thing blows over, I’ll show you whether I’m bluffing or not!”

Ye Cheng spat on his hands viciously and then continued to wave the hoe in his hand, working hard at farming and digging potatoes.

You know... who on earth was it that discovered potatoes? They have a high yield, are easy to grow, and have a balanced nutrition. They're just amazing! They're practically the perfect crop!

It had already been several hours since Ye Cheng arrived at this place, and he had already adapted to the local life. At most, it was just a bit windy with lots of sand and the sun was blazing... Other than that, it felt okay.

Naturally, Ye Cheng didn't expect to feed himself with the potatoes he had just planted a few hours ago. This could only be considered a bit of a hobby.

People from Longguo have an inherent obsession and perseverance when it comes to growing vegetables. Apparently, Ye Cheng, who belongs to the older generation of kids, also has this kind of obsession and perseverance.

After two strokes with the hoe, Ye Cheng felt that some strange bloodline and genes in his body had awakened.

So cool! It's just this feeling. This is the kind of life a person should live!

He couldn't help but imagine himself as a plowing ox, frantically "attacking" the yellow soil in front of him and sowing potatoes... From sowing to harvest, it takes about two months for the fast - growing ones and about four months for the slow - growing ones.

That meant Ye Cheng planned to live in this place for at least two months.

There was nothing he could do. This damned cancer was such a pain in the neck, and so was the system. Damn it, it was completely useless. It was nothing like in those novels about the "Crooked - mouthed Dragon King" where the system would constantly ding and give out skills left and right.

When it came to him, it only gave him some useless stuff.

Things like cigarettes with ever - changing flavors from some no - name brand, a piece of Big Bubble Gum that he could take out anytime, a coin - tossing technique that always landed on the reverse side, and super - defined muscle lines...

Damn it, does this even make any sense?

What kind of things are these? Hey, buddy, how about giving me something useful, like the Golden Eye or the Magic Hand...

Forget it. Thinking about it is just a waste of time. It'll just make me feel worse. I'd better just keep planting potatoes. It's so much fun!

In the northwest, the sky gets dark much later than in Dahai City. While it was already completely dark in Dahai City, there was still a glow of the setting sun in the northwest, and the sun was on the verge of disappearing.

A red sun was slowly setting. Against the glow, in the desolate land, the only thing in sight was Ye Cheng waving his hoe.

He was working harder and harder, getting more and more energetic.

Black and distorted words kept popping out of Ye Cheng's head.

[Farming skills +1 +1 +1...]

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in an unremarkable place in Dahai City, at an unlicensed long - distance bus station.

A big, yellow, fat dog appeared.

"Hmm? Where did this fat dog come from?" A bus driver who had just returned from a trip got off the bus. The yellowish - brown big fat dog stopped at his feet and kept sniffing, as if confirming something.

Soon, it stopped, sat on the ground, and pointed at the driver with its paw.

Driver: "???"

What the hell? Is it a weasel asking for a blessing?

That doesn't seem right. It's yellow, alright... but it looks more like a big fat dog than a weasel!

But then again, this dog is really fat, and its fur is so shiny. I wonder how it was raised. It shouldn't be a stray dog, right?

Otherwise, I'll have dog - meat hotpot tonight...

The driver thought to himself. The next second, a gust of wind whistled by. In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of the driver.

"Is this the one?"

"Woof."

"Good boy, Da Huang. Once we find the person, I'll give you grilled sausages and crispy noodles every day!" Du Wanyi's excited voice came. She rummaged through her pockets for a while and took out Ye Cheng's photo, holding it up in front of the driver's face.

"Have you seen this person?" The driver was taken aback. Although... he was a bit confused about the situation, still...

"What's your attitude!" The driver looked annoyed.

Come on, a black - market bus driver can't be bullied!

It's just a peaceful society now. A dozen years ago, he would have taken out a knife...

"Bang!"

His train of thought was interrupted. A feeling of dizziness washed over him. The driver, who had just been loudly complaining and looking annoyed, flew into the air like a cannonball and crashed heavily into the bus he had just parked.

Crack!

The tempered glass shattered all over the ground. The bus started blaring its alarm, and the lights flashed alternately. Only then did the driver feel the intense pain belatedly.

He was seeing his life flash before his eyes. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood and took a long time to recover. His vision gradually came back into focus.

Tap, tap, tap... The sound of footsteps became clearer. Du Wanyi's voice, like that of a devil, sounded beside the unscrupulous bus driver's ear.

"What did you just say?" Du Wanyi kept twirling her little finger in her ear, looking impatient.