Snow Lion, as the name suggests, is white; lion is usually an affectionate name used by owners. When Jian Yan was a child, her neighbor's little black dog was named "Black Tiger." Because of this assumption, she agreed to take Snow Lion in for one night.
But who would have thought that Xue Qiandai's adorable pet was a tall and mighty black Tibetan Mastiff.
"This...this...this is the Snow Lion? I'm colorblind, don't lie to me." There's no white at all! Jian Yan felt like she'd been hit with a million-point critical strike.
Xue Qiandai didn't notice Jian Yan's breakdown; her mind was completely focused on the Tibetan Mastiff, and she was even stroking its head. The Tibetan Mastiff was very intelligent, rubbing its large head against the girl's small palm, being affectionate and obedient.
“It takes my surname. Look at its thick mane, doesn’t it look like a lion? So I named it Snow Lion.”
Jian Yan understood. These days, even dogs have surnames, and names should conform to pictographic principles. Chinese characters are profound and extensive.
The pet shop clerk said, "Miss Xue, you haven't been here all day, and Snow Lion has been very sad. She hasn't eaten much. Dogs are the most loyal animals!"
These words made Xue Qiandai feel heartbroken and guilty. She stroked the snow lion's fur and took the packing bag from Jian Yan, saying, "Sister brought you something delicious, the most delicious pork bone!"
The snow lion was very happy. It raised its front legs almost to stand up, let out a "roar", and circled around Xue Qiandai, joyfully beginning its performance.
Like master, like dog! This Tibetan Mastiff is practically a spirit.
"Miss Xue, snow lions can only eat a very small amount of salt," a waiter kindly reminded her, explaining that it would cause them to shed fur and suffer from salt poisoning.
Xue Qiandai gave him a knowing look. "Don't worry, I didn't add it."
The pork bones were poured into Xue Shi's special bowl, and he ate them with great relish. Xue Qiandai gently tugged at Jian Yan's pants, "Can you wait a little longer? The pork bones will get greasy and won't taste good if they get cold."
"Is this how they treat us? Are they raising us like national treasures?" Jian Yan continued to grind her teeth, her eyes practically spitting fire. "How are we supposed to take the subway with such a big guy like you?"
Xue Qiandai had never ridden the subway before, and she had never smelled the sweaty, crowded atmosphere. "Let's take a taxi."
"Who's paying?" Jian Yan almost blurted out. Suppressing the pent-up rage within her, she patiently said, "Do you know where I live? The second to last stop on the Batong Line."
How much will it cost for a taxi? You calculate it, you calculate it for me!
It was like casting pearls before swine; Xue Qiandai had no concept of that, accustomed to being chauffeured around and served like a butler. She looked at Jian Yan innocently.
Jian Yan took a deep breath. Just one night, just one night!
In fact, hailing a taxi is very difficult. The driver, seeing the majestic Tibetan Mastiff, floored the gas pedal. Half an hour passed without a ride, and it's already past ten o'clock.
"Xiaoxue, hide behind the older sister, be good!" Xue Qiandai practically made a solemn promise, confidently telling Jian Yan, "Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to hail the next one!"
Jian Yan really wanted to die on the spot. How could she have been so stupid as to pick up this tyrant and bring him home? And this big, dark guy, hiding behind her, could he even cover her up? But, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, "Go for it!"
How did Xue Qiandai stop the car? Those who have seen the movie "One Night Stand" can probably guess: a honey trap. The girl walked to the roadside, lifted her skirt slightly, and her long, slender, pencil-like legs became even more dazzling and eye-catching under the CBD lights.
Jian Yan felt a little hot in her nose. Ugh, she's straight.
The taxi arrived, and Xue Qiandai, having learned her lesson, quickly jumped into the back seat. "Driver, open the trunk."
Jian Yan carried the heavy LV trunk in by herself. Then she sat in the back with the big dog. She didn't want to sit next to that little tyrant and the big dog, but she was more worried that the driver might "attack" her.
The taxi was dark, and the driver, oblivious to the large dog, was chatting animatedly with the two girls. "Your job must be tough, right? It's so late, it's kind of dangerous..."
Wait, what kind of industry are you in?
Xue Qiandai stroked the snow lion's fur, and the snow lion roared. The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road, almost causing a traffic accident.
He then noticed the king in the back seat. "You...you guys, get out of the car, I'm not giving you a ride."
Xue Qiandai sneered, "You're already in the car, do you think you have a choice now? Driver, I advise you to drive carefully and not to have any crooked thoughts. We've seen all kinds of people and things in our line of work. You can't afford to let a dog get away with this."
The driver, having seen it all before, assessed the possibility of forcibly taking the group off the bus and what the consequences would be if the dog retaliated. His final conclusion was that true heroism lies in knowing when to yield and when to stand firm; one shouldn't stoop to the level of a dog.
"Also, don't keep refusing passengers, or you'll ruin your own livelihood."
Xue Qiandai was good at delivering scathing remarks, and this was directed at the drivers who had refused to pick her up earlier; the person in front of her was taking the blame for them.
Jian Yan, who had a rather unpleasant night, was in an unusually good mood at this moment.
The driver drove for half an hour, taking the two to their destination. As if he were getting rid of a plague, the driver forgot to collect the fare. Xue Qiandai didn't remind him; she was the last person in the league to be a philanthropist right now.
Jian Yan lives in an old neighborhood, commonly known as an old, dilapidated, and cramped apartment complex.
This is home to many white-collar workers in the CBD. People say that the neon lights of the capital city reflect the colors of dreams, and that here, as long as you strive, there are endless possibilities. For this sliver of possibility, countless young people are breaking their heads to squeeze in. As for cramped living conditions, that's nothing.
There was no elevator in the building, so the two people and their dog climbed up to the sixth floor. It was pitch black, and the stairwell lights weren't working very well. Jian Yan took out her phone and turned on the flashlight.
Xue Qiandai felt terrible. If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have preferred to stay at the coffee shop for the night or beg the owner, Jin Xiangyu. But she couldn't express her bitterness, as she had insisted on staying there.
Upon reaching the sixth floor, Jian Yan opened the door, and Xue Qiandai piled the large suitcases into the living room. Suddenly, she noticed a couple cuddling on the old sofa, watching a soap opera. The man was shirtless, wearing only a pair of brightly colored floral shorts. The woman leaned on his shoulder, looking as if she were enjoying a candlelight dinner.
"Ah, you pervert!" Xue Qiandai blurted out. A naked pervert!
The man turned around, looking at him as if he were an idiot. "I'm the tenant here, but you..."
Which scallion?
He was initially fierce, but when he met Xue Qiandai's Tibetan Mastiff, his eyes flickered, and he stopped.
"This is my fellow villager, he's staying here for the night," Jian Yan explained, heading towards her room.
The woman pointed to Xue Qiandai's suitcase. She didn't recognize the Birkin bag, but she did recognize LV. It should be said that almost every consumer in Greater China knows LV.
The man curled his lip in disdain. "It's obviously a knock-off! It'll be embarrassing if they find out."
That's right, how could someone living in a dilapidated old apartment afford an LV bag?
Xue Qiandai had already reached Jian Yan's door. She turned back and smiled, "No, it was purchased at full price on the Champs-Élysées. If it's fake, I'll replace it."
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