Chapter 7: The Pets from Each Household Are Swearing Such Filthy Language

Xie Yuchen: [Yuanyuan, I’m sick and currently at the hospital. I’m in urgent need of money; please transfer 20,000 to me quickly.]

Jiang Yuan curled her lips and edited a message to send back: [I suspect you’re a scammer. Please say that again using a voice message.]

Soon, Xie Yuchen’s voice rang out, "Baby, a client is looking for me. I’m going out to take a call."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuan let out a scoff.

Two minutes later, she received a WeChat message from Xie Yuchen. She stroked the head of the princess-style blue cat: "I’m going to take out the trash."

She stood up and walked out, just as Xie Yuchen was walking in from outside.

The two collided head-on, their eyes meeting.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Xie Yuchen’s expression became visibly awkward. "Yuanyuan, is it a case of 'what you think about by day, you dream of by night'? I’m actually hallucinating and seeing you."

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow: "You’re sick, so you came to a pet hospital for treatment?"

Xie Yuchen: "..."

Jiang Yuan wore a half-smile: "When did you turn into a dog?"

Xie Yuchen: "..."

His face turned livid; he was furious but dared not speak.

"Mute?" Jiang Yuan walked up to him in her high heels.

Xie Yuchen glanced nervously at the nearby consultation room. "Yuanyuan, let’s talk outside."

"Why talk outside?" Jiang Yuan’s smile faded, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Where is your attending physician? I want to ask what kind of illness you have."

Xie Yuchen lowered his voice, furious: "Do you have to be so passive-aggressive?"

After saying this, he reached out to pull Jiang Yuan, his voice dropping even lower: "Let’s talk outside."

Jiang Yuan shook off his hand and said loudly: "Xie Yuchen, you haven't even paid back the money you borrowed from me before, and now you want me to transfer more? Keep dreaming."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchen’s face changed repeatedly, and he was frantic inside.

Why is this crazy woman being so loud?

It really is a case of "speak of the devil"!

Xie Yuchen decided to ignore Jiang Yuan and turned to run.

But after only a few steps, a delicate, coquettish voice rang out from behind him: "Xie Yuchen!"

His footsteps faltered, his face full of annoyance.

Xie Yuchen turned around stiffly and forced a smile: "Weiwei, what’s wrong?"

Zhou Yawei glanced at Jiang Yuan’s exquisite face, a look of displeasure flashing in her eyes, which were framed by thick false eyelashes. "Who is she?"

"I don't know," Xie Yuchen began to play dumb.

Zhou Yawei raged: "You don't know? Weren't you just talking to her? I even saw you holding her hand!"

"How is that possible?" Xie Yuchen looked aggrieved. "You know that I’m allergic to women other than you. I start coughing the moment I touch one."

When Zhou Yawei heard this, the anger on her face softened. "Then why were you pulling and tugging at her just now?"

Xie Yuchen dumped all the blame onto Jiang Yuan: "Weiwei, she was pestering me. She kept holding my hand and wouldn't let go, trying to force me to go on a date with her. But don't worry, I rejected her firmly."

Zhou Yawei glared at Jiang Yuan with instant hostility: "You’re so shameless."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

How can a person be this shameless?

"Weiwei, do you know? She even slandered me, saying I borrowed money from her," Xie Yuchen said, his eyes turning red, his face full of pain. "How could I do such a thing? Weiwei, if you don't believe me, I might as well be dead."

Zhou Yawei stepped forward and hugged him, comforting him: "Chen, don't let your imagination run wild. I definitely believe you."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

She watched Xie Yuchen’s performance expressionlessly.

A few people nearby had gathered to watch the commotion, and now they looked at Jiang Yuan with a hint of curiosity.

"Is this for real? This guy is so effeminate; how could such a beautiful woman possibly be interested in him?"

"Sigh, she’s so pretty, what a pity she’s blind."

"What is so good about this guy that two women are fighting over him?"

"Pretty lady, would you consider changing your target? I’m 188cm tall, have six-pack abs, can cook, and don't cry easily. Most importantly, I’m single and have a clean romantic history."

Xie Yuchen: "..."

He looked at the onlookers in astonishment.

He was acting so vividly, why was their focus so strange?

Shouldn't they be concerned about his plight?

Why were they all focused on Jiang Yuan’s looks?

Zhou Yawei frowned, analyzing in her heart whether these people were complimenting her or her love rival.

Jiang Yuan looked at Xie Yuchen’s fluctuating expression and said calmly: "So you mean I was pestering you and slandering you about borrowing money?"

Xie Yuchen put on an expression of being deeply humiliated and retorted: "Isn't that the case?"

"Then who said this?" Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into an ambiguous arc.

Her slender, fair hand held up her phone and pressed the white voice message bubble in the WeChat chat window.

Xie Yuchen’s face changed drastically: "You—"

"Yuanyuan, I’m sick and currently at the hospital. I’m in urgent need of money; could you transfer 20,000 to me for an emergency? I’m really grateful to you; you’re always by my side when I need you."

Zhou Yawei’s expression changed right along with it.

She looked at Xie Yuchen in disbelief.

The onlookers, having heard the message, pondered for a moment, and their gazes fell squarely on Xie Yuchen.

"So that’s the truth?"

"Oh my god, if the young lady didn't have this voice message, wouldn't she have been wrongly accused?"

"What a shameless man, actually twisting the truth!"

It wasn't just the onlookers who couldn't stand it; even the pets felt it was outrageous.

The dogs and cats began barking and meowing at him one after another.

Although they couldn't understand what the pets were saying, everyone felt they were cursing him out quite thoroughly.

Jiang Yuan glared coldly at Xie Yuchen: "What did the doctor diagnose you with? Rabies or mental illness?"

Xie Yuchen’s face turned the color of a pig’s liver instantly.

He held his breath for a moment, then began to quibble: "Don't you dare spout nonsense! This voice message was clearly made by you using AI!"

"What about this one?" Jiang Yuan tapped her phone screen a few times with her fair fingertips.

A recording played—

"Yuanyuan, is it a case of 'what you think about by day, you dream of by night'? I’m actually hallucinating and seeing you."

As the sound faded, Zhou Yawei raised her hand and slapped Xie Yuchen across the face with all her might: "You cheap man!"

Xie Yuchen felt a burning pain in his cheek, his heart filled with intense rage.

He was a man with dignity; Zhou Yawei actually dared to hit him in front of so many people. He couldn't swallow this insult.

So he raised his hand, preparing to return the slap.

However, before his hand could land, it was intercepted by a fair, slender hand.

Jiang Yuan gripped Xie Yuchen’s wrist, her clean, beautiful face cold: "This is what you deserve."

She flung Xie Yuchen’s hand away and, before he could react, backhanded him with another slap.

Xie Yuchen was stunned.

He looked back and forth between the two women, then shouted that he was going to call the police.

He also ordered the person in charge of the pet hospital: "Pull up the surveillance footage! These two women conspired to insult and assault me! I want them to go to jail!"

The person in charge of the pet hospital gave an apologetic smile: "Sorry, the surveillance in our shop is broken."