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Chapter 699 - 550 Black Society (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 699: 550 Black Society (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

"Geez, this stinky girl, doesn’t even wash her clothes."

An Zairong, who rarely didn’t sleep soundly, took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, threw the girl’s clothes into the washing machine, and surprisingly, perhaps due to a pang of conscience or the imminent eviction, worked tirelessly to tidy up the apartment all day.

"Phew."

Despite the apartment’s small size, doing household chores was truly not easy, especially for An Zairong, for whom mopping the floor and cleaning the windows were far more taxing than committing arson or murder.

He sat exhausted on the sofa, let out a sigh, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled as he looked around at the refreshed apartment.

"You dirty girl, how did you even find a boyfriend?"

Many girls are like this.

Glamorous outside, at home, they might show a different face.

And since Quan Shangying worked hard and was busy all day, she hardly had the energy to clean when she returned, so she habitually left her clothes to be washed together on her day off.

The electronic clock on the wall showed it was five forty in the afternoon.

Taking into account the commute, Quan Shangying should be back soon.

After a rest, An Zairong, who had been looked after for a few days, stood up again, took out the remaining beef from the refrigerator, and personally started cooking dinner.

The saying that ’a gentleman stays away from the kitchen’ was outdated.

These days, most men can cook, and An Zairong was no exception.

At the very least, the steak he fried was visually and olfactorily appealing, much better than Quan Shangying’s attempt.

"Click."

The gas stove was turned off.

An Zairong looked at the clock after finishing up.

It was now nearly half past six.

By rights, Quan Shangying should have been back by this time.

An Zairong washed his hands, stepped out of the apartment, and saw from the corridor through the protective wall that Quan Shangying was downstairs, with a young man.

The two seemed to be having an argument, fussing about something.

From his vantage point on the sixth floor, An Zairong leaned against the railing with a smile, looking down contentedly with no intention of helping, instead savoring the scene with interest.

He couldn’t make out what they were quarreling about, but it was clear that they were not coming to an agreement, and the argument was getting increasingly heated.

The young man made a move to go upstairs but was stopped by Quan Shangying.

"In full view of the public, what kind of decency is this to pull and drag each other."

An unsuitably timed sigh was heard.

The quarreling couple subconsciously looked up together.

Quan Shangying’s face changed, glaring angrily at the leisurely An Zairong on the sixth floor.

"Damn it, mind your own business!"

The young man was much more hot-tempered, immediately looking up to curse out loud.

An Zairong’s smile remained unchanged as if he hadn’t heard anything, he called out to Quan Shangying.

"Come back for dinner, the steak is getting cold."

Having said that, he nonchalantly turned and went back inside, disappearing on the sixth floor.

He was candid and carefree, but he had just put someone in a bind.

The young man downstairs was momentarily stunned, then flew into a rage, turning to stare at his girlfriend.

"Who is he?!"

An Zairong, you bastard!

Quan Shangying was embarrassingly cornered, cursing An Zairong in her mind for adding fuel to the fire. If she were from Shenzhou, she’d probably be reminded of the story of the Farmer and the Snake by now.

"A friend."

Quan Shangying feigned calm.

"A friend? How come I’ve never seen him?"

"Do I have to report my friends to you? Don’t make a fuss for no reason."

"I’m making a fuss for no reason?!"

The young man glared furiously, pointing in the direction of the sixth floor, "There’s a man hiding in your place, and you say I’m making a fuss. No wonder you never let me go upstairs..."

"What hiding a man? Don’t talk nonsense! He’s just a friend, he’s had some trouble recently, and I’ve taken him in for a few days."

Though guiltless, Quan Shangying was aware her actions were somewhat improper, and her tone gradually softened.

The young man grew even more imposing.

"Then why didn’t you say so earlier?"

"I was afraid you’d misunderstand."

Quan Shangying, already exhausted from a day’s work, felt even more bothered and didn’t want to continue the argument.

"You go back first, we can talk in a couple of days."

But at a time like this, not to mention the hot-headed young man, any man would be unlikely to leave.

"Let go!"

He broke free from Quan Shangying.

"What are you doing?!"

Quan Shangying was unable to stop him.

The young man, burning with rage and lacking the patience to wait for the elevator, stormed up the stairs in one breath. When he arrived at Quan Shangying’s door, he was a bit out of breath.

Though youthful and vigorous, his physique didn’t seem to be that great.

The door was wide open.

After catching his breath for a moment, the young man stormed into the apartment with a fierce look.

An Zairong sat at the dining table, regal and composed.

Seeing this, the young man became even more enraged.

"Asshole! Do you know who I am? Daring to snatch away my girl?"

An Zairong turned his head, smiling innocently, seemingly friendly but also provocative as he asked, "And who are you?"

"Damn it!"

The young man cursed, clenching his fists, looking ready to charge forward with a vicious gaze.

"Park Chengcan!"

At the door.

Quan Shangying, who had hurried up by elevator, ran in, nearly tripping over.

She firmly grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, "Calm down!"

"Get off me!"

Park Chengcan roughly pushed her away.

Quan Shangying hit the wall with a "bang," showing a pained expression.

Park Chengcan, paying her no attention, walked over, grabbed An Zairong by the collar, and yanked him up from his chair.

"Pretty bold, aren’t you? Didn’t you bother to find out who Park Chengcan is?"

An Zairong’s expression remained unchanged, not even the curvature of his face altered by a fraction.

He looked down at the tattoo barely visible beneath the other man’s neck.