Chapter 1183 - 1180: Don't Be Sad, Come Into My Arms

"Hmm?"

Sitting in Lin Ying's arms, Ansheng looked slightly puzzled as she turned her head to Lin Ying and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Although it was only a very subtle change, Ansheng could sense that the moment Lin Ying got off the car to gaze into the distance, her heartbeat distinctly became quieter, her breathing shallower, and even her palms started to sweat finely. The scent emanating from her also changed.

"It's nothing, just being here suddenly reminded me of some things from last year."

Lin Ying adjusted the arm that was wrapped around Huhu's chest and abdomen, lifting it slightly to allow herself to look straight at the fox's cheek. With a bitter smile and a somewhat sorrowful expression, she shared her feelings with Master Fuli.

Some memories, although seemingly resolved, still stir up emotions in Lin Ying whenever she encounters scenes that evoke recollections, leaving her feeling slightly uneasy.

"Well then..."

Ansheng's little fox face pondered briefly as she looked at Lin Ying and said, "Master Fuli is offering you a free session today, you can pinch the double buttons later to relieve some stress?"

"In the past, when Ah Qing's roommate wanted to pinch, I would always modestly close my legs, sneaky sneaky..."

Seeing Master Fuli speak in such a serious manner about such hard-to-keep-straight matters, Lin Ying's expression froze, struggling to maintain a straight face.

"No need, later I'll just increase the dose of the Spirit Particle Potion with a shot."

Lin Ying's mouth twitched lightly as she used one hand to support Master Fuli's rear while the other stroked his head, saying:

"Although I'm not too familiar with biology, based on the physiological knowledge I know, Master Fuli, you should try not to let others play with the double buttons..."

"Because doing so stimulates the thymus, causing an excess secretion of estrogen in the body, leading to the double buttons becoming uneven in size. If you want to wear fitted clothing, you'll need a top cover..."

While speaking, Lin Ying also checked Master Fuli's development but found no issues.

"?"

After listening to Lin Ying's physiological explanation, Ansheng's expression was slightly stunned and instinctively lowered her head to glance at her chest.

"... Is there really such an explanation? Tonight I'll definitely argue a bit with Momo about this." Ansheng smoothed her paw across her chest, expressing annoyance:

"Otherwise, she forcibly gave me 36D, and I have no idea how to explain to Ah Qing and the Lingren..."

Although Ansheng had already jumped out of car loans, mortgage loans, and insurance, she didn't randomly mess with her hormones and hardware for traditional purposes, still maintaining the most original version, enjoying looking at some risque pictures.

"Xiaolan, Sister Lin..."

Ah Qing, who was walking alongside Lin Bingyun, saw the little fox and Lin Ying fall behind in the crowd, raised her hand and waved energetically at the open parking lot: "Where did you guys run off to!"

"Coming!"

Upon hearing Ah Qing's call, Lin Ying raised her hand and waved back, heading over.

Rongqiao City Mall by the river provides an excellent view of the fireworks display.

There were not many people in the parking lot, but upon reaching the plaza, the crowd formed family units with a dozen or so people staying together closely, "revving" in the square.

Passing by, Master Fuli would unfailingly be asked by passersby: "Eh? Does your fox bite?"

"Wow, your Huhu is not afraid of people!"

"I know him; he's a big internet celebrity pet in our city! Even the city's fishing champion is here to watch the fireworks."

Ah Qing struggled to keep a straight face, standing protectively before Huhu humorously taking on the role of a bodyguard and said:

"Hey... See how everyone likes you."

"Saying something along those lines, wanting a photo, scan me two hundred on WeChat," Ansheng said with a cheeky expression, chuckling.

"Didn't you usually charge fifty?" Ah Qing squeezed out from the crowd, holding Lin Ying's hand, not forgetting to turn around and joke with the little fox.

"Normally it's fifty, but according to national regulations, working on holidays and festivals is subject to three times the salary."

"Fifty plus one hundred fifty makes two hundred bucks." Atop Lin Ying's shoulder, Ansheng earnestly calculated a bill of the super fox for Ah Qing.

"Pfft..." Upon hearing this, even Ah Qing paused, contemplating which labor law the little fox referenced.

Lin Ying couldn't resist bursting into laughter.

Following Master Fuli's formula, those capitalists might need to report they saw a ghost in the middle of the night.

"Welcome, President Lin..."

Reaching the third-floor escalator entrance of the mall, a middle-aged man in a neat suit immediately stepped forward with a courteous smile, welcoming Lin Bingyun: "Please come in quickly, the Lijiang Suite and refreshments are ready..."

While speaking, he slightly glanced at Lin Ying without speaking, not asking more seeing the reception protocol, leading them forward to the VIP room.

"Purple Wisteria Pavilion..."

Ah Qing's expression was peculiar, glancing at Sister Lin and then appraising the so-called "box."

Through the entrance is a giant floor-to-ceiling window, a serenely elegant Song-style tea room nestled here; opposite the tea room is a three-meter redwood office desk, forcefully arranged to the wall serving as a temporary tea table by the staff.

Ah Qing even noticed the staff "huffing and puffing" while carrying several sets of filing cabinets out.

Additionally, changing the office door sign to "Chunxi Riverfront Hall."

The general manager's office was retained, but the oversized chairman's room was requisitioned by Lin Bingyun.

"Is there a problem with the restaurant?" Ansheng sat at the tea table and looked at Ah Qing.

"There's no problem, just that it's usually super hard to book a spot here, and it's quite expensive per person." Ah Qing shook her head; this restaurant is very famous locally, having won multiple awards.

Getting a table here is almost impossible, especially for a reunion dinner during the New Year; it's unimaginably hard.

It's not about making a reservation; it's about whose spending power is stronger that gets the table.

"No need to eat here often; the dishes are rather ordinary. The only thing worth mentioning is the dessert and milk tea..." Lin Ying waved her hand: "During New Year's Eve, the view is nice for watching fireworks."

"Hmm? Are we just here for dessert and milk tea, and the manager was able to arrange the chairman's office?" Ah Qing expressed surprise towards Lin Ying's question.

"Because... I'm a VIP customer." Lin Ying smiled and explained to Ah Qing: "Their boss borrowed thirty million from our Lin Group a few years ago for industry investment."

"In a sense, both the restaurant and the boss's villa are mortgaged with our company, and his son works as a clerk at our company..."

"?"

Ah Qing's face was full of confusion as she looked at Lin Ying, hearing a rather hardcore method of restaurant reservation for the first time.

Working as a clerk at Lin Group... this sounds more like being a hostage, doesn't it?

"Master Fuli!"

At that moment, Lin Bingyun returned with someone after ordering.

Chen Zhiyu entered the room with great enthusiasm, immediately stepping forward to embrace Master Fuli with joy.

"Sister Zhiyu!" Ah Qing expressed surprise, looking at the unexpected encounter with Chen Zhiyu at the restaurant:

"Are you eating here too?"

"Eat my words, I got tricked into coming..." Chen Zhiyu sat onto a chair, waving her hand and said: "I just scolded my dad into self-reflection corner, huffing out a pile of fire and happened to bump into Old Lin..."