Chapter 125: The Most Beautiful Wife, Zhuangzhuang’s Mom
Chi Yanliu’s lips twitched as he kept watching the footage.
Then came the image of Chi Qian’s glowing green skull face.
Blood at the corner of her mouth.
One strike sending Alpha Team’s elite flying.
Chi Yanliu: “…”
He instantly understood the real reason Alpha Team had failed so badly.
Their mental fortitude was way too weak.
Tomorrow, he’d throw them into the snake pit for some proper training.
Since he remained silent, Chi Qian asked: “Uncle, are you mad?”
Chi Yanliu slanted a look at her. “And if I were?”
Chi Qian leaned back in her seat, posturing like a little boss. “Sorry, but I won’t change. Next time I’ll do it again.”
Chi Yanliu: “…”
Third Brother had said she was shy, introverted, and obedient.
Where was the shyness? The obedience?
He couldn’t be bothered to lecture her. In a few days he’d send her away anyway—no need to waste the effort.
Suddenly, something occurred to him. He pulled out the golden turtle and handed it back to her.
“This golden turtle blocked a stray bullet for me, and it broke. I’ll buy you a new one later.”
Chi Qian cupped the wounded turtle with distress. “It has to be exactly the same, with gemstones on it.”
If relations were close, a gift would do.
If they were ordinary, compensation was required.
Clearly, she and her little uncle weren’t that close yet.
“Fine,” Chi Yanliu agreed.
He almost asked if she’d known beforehand he’d be shot, but dismissed the thought.
Probably just a coincidence.
Alpha Team repaired and cleaned the villa from top to bottom, then finally withdrew.
Chi Yanliu still had to return to District Nine for a meeting. He told Chi Qian: “I’ve got deliveries to make. Busy, won’t answer calls. Keep the place safe yourself—if something happens, find the police.”
With that, he left.
Chi Qian suddenly remembered something and stretched out her hand dramatically: “Uncle, living expenses!”
But all she got in return was a trail of exhaust fumes.
She opened a drawer and found only a pitiful few dozen bills left.
She hadn’t brought a card, and apart from a pile of gold and gems, she had no cash.
How was she supposed to order takeout?
With her bulletproof shamelessness?
Forget it. She’d hold out and ask Uncle when he came back.
But waiting turned into waiting forever.
By noon, all she’d eaten was yesterday’s leftover egg tart, leaving her dizzy with hunger.
By afternoon, Chi Yanliu still hadn’t shown up.
He’d probably forgotten all about her.
With no choice, she decided to earn her own living.
Mask on, she left the villa and whistled on the roadside.
A spotted deer leapt out from the forest and trotted up to her.
She mounted the deer and rode toward the city center by memory.
Once there, she sat beneath a streetlight pole on a crowded street.
Bowl set out, she began to beg.
Third Uncle had said to keep a low profile—no food, then just beg for it.
So here she was.
But she wasn’t just begging—she gathered stray cats and dogs to put on a show.
The cats wiggled, the dogs danced, and together they staged a “cat-dog battle.”
More and more passersby stopped to watch, dropping coins into her bowl.
Chi Qian, hands tucked into her sleeves, basked in the sun. Money really was easy to make.
A fellow beggar in the crowd, unhappy with her, mocked: “So young and healthy, yet out here begging? You’re just tricking people’s sympathy.”
Chi Qian looked at him, then swiftly wiggled her hand in a flourish.
Foreigners had never seen that before, mistaking it for sign language.
She then wrote on a cardboard sign:
“An eighty-year-old gravely ill grandmother above me, a little uncle paralyzed in bed for years, parents dead, no food left at home.”
Passersby were instantly filled with pity, shooting scornful looks at the other beggar.
The man regretted his words and hurried off.
Chi Qian sat contentedly behind her cardboard, directing the cats and dogs to keep dancing.
Someone filmed the scene and uploaded it online.
It went viral in no time, even spreading back to Chi Qian’s home country.
“How competitive is society nowadays? Even beggars need special skills! Watch how this street beggar abroad commands cats and dogs to dance, winning over the crowd!”
—No, really, I can understand people competing with each other, but now even cats and dogs have to compete? They need talents just to help their owner beg for food?
—Me, I’m just a cabbage. I’d love to compete, but I’m useless.
—Lmao, didn’t a certain fanbase always brag that their idol had the strongest “animal command power”? Turns out foreigners already had it, and she’s just a beggar~
—Hey, did the one above forget to brush their teeth this morning? That breath stinks.
—Commanding cats and dogs is nothing. When my Qian-sis commands killer whales, sharks, even extinct species bow to her—why don’t you praise that?
The comment section turned into a brawl: was the beggar impressive, or was Chi Qian the truly amazing one?
They argued till the sky turned upside down.
The person in question remained clueless.
Chi Qian was dozing off when two figures appeared before her. One asked, “Why are these stray cats and dogs listening to you so obediently?”
She cracked one eye open and saw a boy dressed in understated but luxurious clothing, with his bodyguard. Then she promptly shut her eyes again.
Yawning, she mumbled lazily, “How would I know? Why don’t you ask them?”
Clearly brushing him off.
The boy hesitated, then placed a few hundred-dollar bills into her bowl.
Whoa.
A rich kid, huh.
Too bad today’s persona was anti-rich beautiful girl.
Chi Qian drawled, “I already met today’s KPI. Take it back.”
The boy said nothing, signaling for his bodyguard to speak. “Camia Desert. Golden Castle. Elixir of Immortality.”
At those keywords, Chi Qian lifted her cap at last, finally seeing his face clearly.
Wasn’t this that researcher girl?!
“It’s only been a few days, how’d you change gender?” she asked with great curiosity, looking him up and down.
The boy’s cheeks flushed red. He felt inexplicably awkward.
He showed her his phone screen, which read: I was a boy all along.
“Oh.” Chi Qian didn’t care, only held out her hand. “You still owe me 700 bucks.”
The boy looked to his bodyguard, who hurriedly explained: “Miss, our master is deeply grateful you helped our young master that day. If you’d be willing—”
“Seven hundred.”
“Our master hopes to express his gratitude with something more—”
“Seven hundred.”
The bodyguard had no choice but to hand over 700. “May we have your name and address? Our master would like to personally pay his respects someday.”
“Flipping Garden, No. 520, ‘Most Beautiful Wife, Zhuangzhuang’s Mom.’” Chi Qian rattled off without blinking, then packed up and left.
With a trail of cats and dogs at her heels, she walked away leisurely.
The bodyguard looked bewildered. “Young master, sh-she’s so well maintained… she doesn’t look married at all.”
The boy pressed his lips together, yanked up his hoodie, pulled the drawstrings tight until his whole face was hidden.
Total shutdown.
Chi Qian, meanwhile, enjoyed herself outside with the stray cats and dogs, spending almost all the money on good food and drink.
Far away, that tiny figure trudged onward. After struggling out of the desert, it drank water where it could, chewed wild fruits when hungry.
After resting a while, it hoisted its little bundle again and kept going, step by step.
It could already smell its sister’s scent.
If it just walked faster, it would definitely see her again.
The little creature gazed north, eyes bright and shining.
“Hurry up, stop dawdling, it’s almost dark.”
