Chapter 85: Seeking Young Master Yang Once More
There are several types of faculty apartments at the School of Architecture, one of which is a high-end unit designed for select talents and experts, featuring a spacious layout with an elevator opening directly into the home. As a “select talent” and “expert,” Li had, without doubt, secured one of these apartments against the usual rules. Now Su Mengyao and Gan Xingnu had already moved in, no longer needing to bother with cooking; they could eat at the school cafeteria whenever they pleased—a truly delightful arrangement.
“Guhihi~~”
Inside the sixth-floor apartment, Su Mengyao was cocooned in her new bed, relishing Li Jie’s latest look with secret glee. After a while, there was no need to hide her delight.
She could simply be openly pleased!
“My Lord Fengxian~ My beloved Fengxian~~”
It was cold outside, but the heating was on. There was no need for a humidifier, for the air’s moisture would soon rise on its own.
“Ahh…”
Her head popped out from the covers, her whole body refreshed, and just then her phone chimed. Su Mengyao picked it up—Li Jie was asking if she wanted soup dumplings. Today they’d have beef soup dumplings for a change, but she still wanted the ones with crab roe.
“Brother Jie, I want two with crab roe.”
She sent a voice message, then quickly jumped out of bed and tossed her panties into the laundry basket in the bathroom.
Gan Xingnu, who was with Li Jie, didn’t want crab roe—she’d be eating crab paste later.
The owner of the soup dumpling shop was from Danyang. Even in the dead of winter, she wore a fitted cotton cheongsam, always seated at the counter with a slender pipe in hand. The smoke didn’t smell like tobacco; it was more like some kind of seasoning. She remembered her regulars well, and after Li Jie had visited a few times, she could call out “Boss Li!” as soon as he walked in.
As for Boss Li’s female companions, the owner had to admit—the faces changed, but each one had her own distinct beauty and bearing.
“Boss Li, there’s a private room inside.”
“I’ll take two beef soup dumplings to go, with crab roe.”
“Alrighty.”
Ding.
She rang the little bell, knowing full well that Boss Li was the kind of customer who didn’t mind spending money. So instead of just handing over a receipt and being done with it, she called out to the kitchen, “Two beef and crab roe soup dumplings to go!”
Her voice was loud and clear, carrying through the shop, making Boss Li smile with satisfaction as he devoured six dumplings on the spot for a little prelude.
The other six, he’d take home to share with Su Mengyao.
While eating, he dialed his “Uncle” Hou Taiji in Luzhou: “Uncle, it seems Young Master Yang is still in Luzhou, probably at a hospital. I noticed the ‘Kaihuang Group’ owns several hospitals—can you help me find out more?”
“What are you up to?” Hou Taiji, who was usually tight-lipped, was now getting nervous. He warned Li Jie, “I saw the news a few days ago. That pig-headed Yang sent professional hitmen after you. Don’t go looking for trouble.”
“Just tell me if you’ll help or not. I am your nephew, after all. Don’t you want all the garbage around my company for the next ten miles?”
“Get lost!”
The moment he heard his beloved nephew insist on keeping him in the environmental business, Hou Taiji’s temper flared.
But in the end, Hou Taiji relented. “I know plenty of people working at hospitals—mostly security guards, cleaners, and the guys who look after the parking lots. I’ll have to ask around for nurses and inside staff. Give me a few hours, I’ll see what I can find, but no promises. It’s hard to get a cleaning job inside a hospital, and the pay is lousy—much less than outside.”
“Uncle, you really aren’t doing too well, are you?”
“…”
Hou Taiji hung up immediately—he had nothing more to say to that nephew.
Meanwhile, Gan Xingnu was entirely focused on eating, oblivious to Li Jie’s phone call—not even curious about it. Any ordinary person might wonder: You’re an orphan, so where does this uncle come from?
But Gan Xingnu, content to be a pampered “rice worm,” just buried her face in the soup dumplings, slurping up the juices until her mouth was dripping, her tongue darting out to lick her lips with practiced ease.
After Su Mengyao had downloaded a trove of Japanese educational material, she took on the role of “Teacher Su,” carefully guiding Gan Xingnu’s learning.
With plenty of practice, Gan Xingnu’s skills improved in leaps and bounds. She maintained her advantage—a backside perky enough to balance a large bottle of soda—while also honing her oral dexterity. Thanks to this scientific training environment, she had passed Boss Li’s inspection and was now deemed to have reached the level of “high-speed vacuum suction.”
Now, Gan Xingnu was confident she could relieve Teacher Su’s burdens and ease Boss Li’s worries.
“Wow, these soup dumplings are amazing! Are you full yet? If not, I’ll pack up a few more.”
“I’m full, meow! They’re delicious, meow~”
To live the easy life, Gan Xingnu didn’t mind acting like a clingy kitten, showing her belly to her provider.
Sadly, her “owner” didn’t seem interested in “exhibition play,” so she followed Teacher Su’s advice instead—imagining she was slurping up crab paste during meals…
She was about to lose it, meow~
On the way home, another call came in—it was Du Yao, working at a construction site in Guangling.
He was now working for Li San, the third son of the Longyou Group. As long as he didn’t get into trouble during his probation, everything was fine.
He hadn’t planned to run anyway, just stayed on site with his old buddies, working overtime. But whenever any news reached his ears, he’d quietly pass it on to Li Jie—after all, Li Jie had actually broken Young Master Yang’s leg.
That was incredible!
And so satisfying.
Du Yao had once stripped Yang Ying and hung him up, but didn’t dare even break a finger—he just couldn’t vent his anger completely.
But Li Jie…
That guy was crazy.
“Boss Li, I’ve got a tip. Had dinner with Manager Ma yesterday, and he mentioned that bastard Yang is now in the ‘Ren Shou Hospital’ VIP ward in Luzhou. Can’t say if it’s true, but I figured I’d tell you anyway, real or not.”
He had no idea where Li Jie got the guts to go up against Young Master Yang, nor did he know how Li Jie managed to take a high-speed train from Huating to Luzhou and break Yang’s leg. But it was satisfying, and that was enough.
The fellow countrymen working with Du Yao were energized these days, following Li Jie’s Weibo and getting into flame wars with “Wang Tianxian” fans.
These country boys were quite creative, too. Some even posted short videos supporting Li Jie in their own names.
The “construction site style,” that authentic rustic flair, left Wang Tianxian’s fans at a loss. The migrant workers didn’t bother editing their videos—just shoot and post.
First, they’d voice their support for Li Jie in their local dialects (which some viewers couldn’t understand), then end with a powerful “Li Jie, awesome!” and a thumbs-up.
No unnecessary chatter—the video ended right there.
Du Yao’s crew all followed the same style, having a blast. But when the “Ten-Year Anti-Fan” group’s diehards saw it…
Damn, what’s going on?!
Brothers, it’s showtime!
A joyous mimicry contest, spreading like a plague.
Some of the “Ten-Year Anti-Fan” group’s bedridden members even managed to film “Crab Bro, awesome! Skr~~” from their hospital beds.
No more skr!
Skr strictly forbidden!
Because these were short videos—same gesture, same “XX awesome” plus thumbs-up—the imitation was easy. The “electronic crab plague” triggered by anti-fans almost overwhelmed Wang Tianxian’s supporters.
Especially as some infiltrators snuck into Wang Tianxian’s support groups, spamming “Crab Bro awesome! Skr~~” late at night. The next morning, diehard Wang fans would open their phones to a black screen…
This farce had nothing to do with Li Jie himself; it was purely the anti-fans amusing themselves.
They had the time of their lives.
And since Li Jie’s Weibo avatar was a “crab,” and all his followers became “river crabs,” the “electronic crab plague” soon had the “crab army” crawling everywhere.
It didn’t matter if it was a traditional streaming site or a hot new platform—the “crab army” swept through, leaving nothing behind.
The fun belonged to the anti-fans; all the blame fell squarely on Crab Bro.
Which made it all the more delightful!
Hooray!
The workers on the construction site hadn’t expected such entertainment, but seeing so many people “support” Li Jie, they were genuinely happy—even if they couldn’t quite figure out what kind of game the young folks were playing these days.
But the ongoing “electronic crab plague” left Du Yao, the foreman of the Taiji Palace project, thinking that this Boss Li… really was something.
“Thanks, Boss Du, your tip came just in time. I’ll send some local specialties to your site soon.”
“No need, Boss Li, really, I didn’t do much…”
“Don’t say that! Last time, when the top assassin from Zhili, Dugu Shiji, came after me, it was thanks to your warning. Otherwise, who knows what might’ve happened. From now on, we’re brothers.”
Brothers, all of us!
Calling Dugu Shiji the “number one assassin of Zhili” only made Boss Li look more impressive.
“Baoding’s Gun King” just didn’t have the same ring to it—not prestigious enough.
In truth, Li Jie wasn’t all that worried about outside assassins. His set was filmed out at the logistics park, surrounded by rural villages in Jianye. He’d already donated supplies and paid the living expenses for twenty elderly villagers without family.
Any stranger who appeared at the intersection was quickly spotted.
Any unfamiliar vehicle near the logistics park would be scrutinized by the patrol cars.
If it had local plates, they’d check if the driver was one of the regulars—if not, a fifty-yuan parking fine. If it was an out-of-town plate, it didn’t matter why they were there—they’d be slapped with a two-hundred-yuan fine.
No matter how “creative” you were, this was the way things worked—always ready to seize the chance for a little extra revenue.
It was just Dugu Shiji’s bad luck—his employer had a mole who blew his cover.
With that, things became simple. Guo Wei, Su Yongzhi, even Liu Deyu could reach out to friends and set up surveillance, hoping for a little glory. If anything came of it, great.
And sometimes, it did—a surprise success, a major achievement.
After hanging up with “brother” Du Yao, Li Jie called Hou Taiji again. “Uncle, I’ve got a tip—Young Master Yang is in the VIP ward at Ren Shou Hospital in Luzhou.”
“You sure?”
“We’ll see.”
“Alright, I’ll have someone check.”
“Thanks, Uncle. Once my business picks up, I’ll make you the ‘Garbage King’ of Sanjiang Province.”
“…So I’m stuck with trash forever, huh.”
Such a “filial” nephew—he’d be the death of him.
Hou Taiji pulled out his little address book, flipped through the pages, and found someone. He keyed in the number, squinting at the digits, then dialed. When the call connected, he said, “Hey? Old Zhou, it’s me. Right, I need a favor. Isn’t your wife a cleaner at Ren Shou Hospital? Yeah, listen, I need some information from you…”
While Hou Taiji was waiting for news, Li Jie picked up the soup dumplings and took Gan Xingnu home to feed Su Mengyao.
As soon as they were home, Su Mengyao leapt into his arms, clinging to him. “Brother Jie, I missed you so much. I was thinking about you the whole time.”
“…”
Li Jie let Su Mengyao hang from him, carrying the soup dumplings into the living room. After setting them down, he sat and patted her. “Yao Yao, eat while they’re hot—beef and crab roe soup dumplings. They’re no good cold. Once you’re done, you can get wet again.”
“Kiss me.”
“Mua~”
“You’re the best, Brother Jie…”
He certainly was—this girl wore only a nightgown, nothing underneath. If that wasn’t good, then nothing ever would be.
Boss Li had to admit, this was exactly his taste.
As for Gan Xingnu, she was brimming with confidence. She went to shower, determined to show her owner Li Jie the results of her intense training!
Owners are never as wild as Yao Yao claims. In this world, people talk about bulls dying from overwork, but the land has never been plowed to ruin.
She was the richest, most fertile field!
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