Chapter 118: The Little Plump One Has Gone Mad

“Look, look, it’s a beauty, so gorgeous!” marveled one passerby.

“She’s probably a mixed-race beauty. Check out her features—she looks a bit like a Russian mix,” another commented, hitting the nail on the head about Katya’s origins.

“Russian girls are always beautiful. Each one is gentle and virtuous, the perfect wife and mother, and they don’t demand dowries, cars, or houses.”

“Exactly! Unlike girls back home who are spoiled—wanting cars, houses, and a wealthy man,” the first complained, recalling his experiences with frustration.

“If I had a house, a car, and money, why would I choose her? Couldn’t I marry someone even prettier and younger?”

“I just don’t get it. If the man has to prepare everything, what use are the women? Are we supposed to worship them like ancestors?”

“Russian girls are better. They don’t care for material things, only for genuine love in exchange for true affection.”

“Even if you live in a rented apartment and ride a bicycle, Russian girls will choose true love and build a life with you.”

“It’s like a flower blooming in manure!” the second said sourly. “Look at that mixed-race girl—her beauty rivals Helen of Troy. If this were ancient times, I’d believe another war would break out for her.”

“Look at the man beside her—neither handsome nor tall, dressed in cheap clothes, looking utterly poor.”

“I can’t understand why such a goddess would be interested in a guy like him. Is she blind?”

“If even he can win over such a beautiful girl, then I certainly can; I’m no worse than him.”

After his soul power increased, Chang Yu’s hearing became sharper, so he clearly heard the men’s private discussions.

Anyone else would probably be seething with anger at this point.

But Chang Yu wasn’t annoyed at all; in fact, he was quite pleased.

Just think: going out with an astonishingly beautiful woman is truly exhilarating.

Even though Katya wasn’t his girlfriend yet, Chang Yu’s vanity was satisfied—he felt immensely proud.

No matter where he went, he basked in the envious and jealous glances and words of other men.

Wherever they walked, they enjoyed a two-hundred percent turn-back rate.

At that moment, Chang Yu felt like the center of the world, dazzling and radiant.

There’s a saying: to judge a man’s status, look at the woman beside him.

At this moment, the woman beside Chang Yu was the cream of the crop, elevating his own status invisibly.

Soon, the gentle river breeze blew, and Chang Yu and Katya unwittingly reached the riverside.

The vast waters shimmered under the sunlight, and a few boats cruised in the distance.

The scenery here was breathtaking—the most beautiful spot in all of H City.

As a city built along the river, the riverside properties in H City had always been coveted by the wealthy.

The area was bustling, the night views stunning, the environment elegant, and the prices… astronomical.

Each riverside apartment cost as much as a villa.

After all, the view from the high-rises overlooking the river and city lights was captivating.

They entered a riverside high-rise, and Katya calmly took an elevator card from her bag.

She pressed the button for the 47th floor with practiced ease, and the two finally arrived at unit 4701.

In one smooth motion, she entered a string of codes into the lock, and the door opened.

Chang Yu watched Katya’s actions silently, forcibly swallowing the question in his heart: “How does she know the door code to someone else’s apartment?”

He’d asked Katya about this once before, only to discover it was a big misunderstanding.

This was actually the home of Katya’s younger brother, Youcai Alexey Ostrovsky.

It was the apartment their parents had left to the siblings, where Katya had grown up.

Even so, when Chang Yu saw Katya enter the code and open the door so casually, he couldn’t help but feel a bit odd.

After all, this was a single man’s residence!

Katya opening the door so nonchalantly always gave Chang Yu the strange feeling of being cuckolded.

The apartment was elegantly decorated, and the expensive rosewood furniture immediately suggested the owner had taste.

Unlike last time, the place was tidy—no scattered instant noodle cups, no takeout boxes, and the lingering smell was gone.

“Wow, at least he knows how to clean up now,” Chang Yu remarked, a bit surprised.

“He’d never do it himself,” Katya pursed her lips, her pretty face full of dissatisfaction with Zhen Youcai. “I arranged for the logistics team to clean regularly.”

An awkward air lingered between Chang Yu and Katya.

Chang Yu wanted to say something several times, but nothing came out.

Honestly, Zhen Youcai was rather out of line.

Before Chang Yu could speak again, a hysterical shout from the bedroom stunned him.

“Luck King! Luck King! Yangyang, you’re a pure-blooded Luck King!”

“Quick, quick! Let me absorb some luck, help me draw another SSR!”

Inside the bedroom, the chubby kid, breathing heavily and flushed, pinned Yangyang to the bed and grabbed Yangyang’s… stinky foot, inhaling wildly.

“I’m absorbing—I’m absorbing! I’ll take all your luck!” The chubby kid wore a perverse grin, his spirits soaring.

Meanwhile, the source of all this, Yangyang, looked bewildered, his bright eyes full of confusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Yangyang fell into a long moment of self-doubt.

Was Zhen Youcai actually a foot fetishist?

Soon, the chubby kid dropped Yangyang’s… stinky foot and rubbed his hands, visibly excited.

He picked up his phone, which displayed a gacha screen from a mobile game; a blue banner fluttered on the screen.

“Oh, merciful Yangyang, you are pure, beautiful, and flawless—my savior.”

“Please protect me, guide me, govern me, sweep me with your luck!”

“Show compassion, have mercy on this lost lamb—let me draw an SSR!”

The chubby kid solemnly sat cross-legged, frantically making the sign of the cross over his chest, beginning his daily… gacha prayer.

With reverence, he drew the cross more than ten times, reciting his prayers over and over.

Only then did he relax and tap the summon button.

The phone screen burst with light, almost blinding the chubby kid.

“Great Tengu! Great Tengu! I want Great Tengu!” he shouted wildly, excited veins bulging on his forehead.

This scene was… passionate and youthful.

As the glow faded from the gacha pool, a handsome young man with black wings appeared in the center.

He had golden hair, blue eyes, held a bamboo fan, and wore an expression of haughty pride.

SSR, in bold letters, floated on the card’s corner. With a solitary voice, he declared the chubby kid’s hope:

“I am here. My name is Great Tengu!”

“Wow, wow, wow! I really got it! I really got it!” Tears of excitement welled in the chubby kid’s eyes, his face radiant with happiness.

At that moment, he felt like the happiest person in the world.

For him, a renowned unlucky player, nothing was more tear-jerking or thrilling than drawing an SSR.

“Yangyang! You are my god, my eternal god!” He wrapped Yangyang in a bear hug, trembling with excitement.

“If I want something, I get it—one draw, one hit! You’re practically my reincarnated parent!”

“Is it really that miraculous?” As a newly transformed puffball barely a month old, Yangyang hadn’t realized how… lucky he was.

He hadn’t even figured out what was happening, nor what “luck” meant in the chubby kid’s incessant mumbling, before being overwhelmed by the kid’s fervor.

“What are you two doing…?”

With a soft thud, Chang Yu’s phone slipped from his hand to the floor. Standing in the bedroom doorway, his face was full of shock and disbelief.

It wasn’t surprising that Chang Yu misunderstood. He entered just as the chubby kid hugged Yangyang, his little eyes gleaming mischievously.

Anyone witnessing this would jump to conclusions.

What grown men randomly hug each other for fun?

That’s just weird!

So, Chang Yu’s mind involuntarily conjured up all sorts of inappropriate, suggestive scenes.

Could it be… Zhen Youcai was actually a pervert with unusual tastes?

“Chang Yu!” Yangyang rolled his eyes, instantly realizing that Chang Yu must be imagining things. “It’s just a misunderstanding. Let me explain!”

Before Yangyang could finish, Zhen Youcai rolled off the bed like a lazy donkey, startling Chang Yu.

“What… what are you trying to do?” Chang Yu’s nerves tightened, his expression wary, readying himself in the puffball martial arts stance.

If the creepy chubby kid dared to leap at him, Chang Yu would have no problem beating him senseless.

How dare he bully our Yangyang, and now he’s eyeing the world’s most handsome man?

“Please let Yangyang stay at our home, I beg you!”

Unexpectedly, the chubby kid dropped to the floor in a perfect prostration, knocking his head against the ground and kneeling before Chang Yu.

“Huh?” Chang Yu stared at the chubby kid, feeling a sudden toothache.

What on earth was happening?

(End of chapter)