Chapter 146 Let's Call Him Pig Leftover

Li Changluo thought this Mr. Zhang was exasperating, hateful, and pathetic all at once. His wife was trying to harm him, yet he still wanted to take the blame for her. If this wasn't true love, it was pure foolishness...

However, none of this had anything to do with him.

His mission was complete, and that was enough...

"Hey, what is your name?"

"Reporting to master, I do not know either. Every one of my masters would give me a name based on their own preferences. Some named me Evil, some named me Desire, and others named me Greed. Master, why don't you give me one?"

"Hmm, looking at you, you are fair and tender, full of a living spirit, clearly not something of the mortal realm. Those worldly names would simply desecrate you. How about..."

"Pig Leftover..."

Li Changluo nodded firmly at the little pig wearing a bamboo hat.

"............"

However...

Li Changluo had no idea that at this very moment, on the twenty-fourth floor of the apartment complex, in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a woman was holding a glass filled with a red liquid that looked extraordinarily vibrant under the moonlight.

"I didn't expect this kid to almost see through it..."

The woman swirled her glass, looking down at Li Changluo as he left, and chuckled.

"Hey, you say we worked so hard to put on this whole act, why didn't we just hand the Bamboo Hat Spirit to him directly?"

Standing beside the woman was a man—none other than Mr. Zhang—who sighed with a distressed expression. "And I lost two hundred thousand as well, my heart aches..."

"The proprietress made her arrangements for a reason. Why are you talking so much..."

The woman raised her glass and drained it in one gulp, a look of utter enjoyment on her face...

"Haha, it was just a coincidence that the Bamboo Hat Spirit ended up with this kid. I wonder how the proprietress is feeling right now?"

Mr. Zhang smiled as he watched Li Changluo walk farther and farther away.

"Zhang Zhiqiang, we want some red wine too..."

At that moment, Wang Xiao pulled her younger brother out from inside the room and pointed at Mr. Zhang, making her demand.

"Hey, what wine are children drinking?"

Mr. Zhang waved his hand at her, refusing.

"Mom, look at how Zhang Zhiqiang is bullying us..."

Wang Xiao walked over, tugged at the woman's arm, and acted spoiled.

"Zhang Zhiqiang..."

"Pour me another glass..."

The woman glared at Mr. Zhang and thrust her empty wine glass directly into his hands with an unquestionable air...

"Alright, I'll pour it for you, I'll pour it. Everyone gets a share, go get your cups..."

Mr. Zhang hurriedly took his wife's glass, then waved dismissively at the two children who were looking at him with eager eyes, telling them to go fetch their cups...

He placed the glass right on top of his head. His body wobbled slightly, and a full glass of red wine began to gurgle out from the wound that had just been bashed open...

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Zhang's body slowly transformed into a wine bottle—a red wine bottle.

"There's red wine to drink? Look at the acting you and your mom put on today—it was worthy of best actor and actress awards. Shouldn't you reward us too?"

Two short, hunched figures dressed in clothes—two old cat spirits—pushed open the door and entered excitedly.

"..."

Zhang Zhiqiang turned completely pale, drained of all color.

Outside the residential compound, Li Changluo failed to find Blackie...

Could he have been dragged down to the police station?

Never mind. If that really was the case, he would just ask Zheng Qiguai to help bail him out tomorrow.

Thinking of this, a rather exhausted Li Changluo hailed a taxi and returned to the tavern.

Night passed.

After a wonderful sleep, Li Changluo was half-awakened from his daze by the chattering of sparrows flying past his window...

"I originally thought that although you had a few small flaws, your general direction was still good, and that you were a sensible child..."

"I originally thought that given our friendship, you would accommodate me in everything and think of me in everything..."

"My heart hurts so much now. I never expected you to be such an ungrateful, ruthless man..."

...

The White Lotus had breathtaking looks. She sat quietly by the head of Li Changluo's bed like a fairy from a dream, except...

"Proprietress, can we please talk nicely?"

The moment Li Changluo woke up, he was shocked by the proprietress's lyrical performance...

The crucial point was, if you're going to be lyrical, fine, but why are you waving a kitchen knife back and forth right in front of my eyes...

A fairy holding a cleaver...

I'm terrified...

"Kid, we had a deal. The money goes to you, and this little monster comes to me. Did you feed your trust to the dogs?"

That pure and lovely face of the White Lotus was now filled with fury...

An angel's face with a devil's temper...

It chilled Li Changluo to the bone.

She aggrievedly sat down at the wooden table nearby, pointed at the bamboo hat on the table, and sighed sorrowfully: "The peaches and plums may bloom again next year, but who will be left within the boudoir come next year?"

"Speak human, Proprietress..."

"The next time I get it will only be after this little monster of yours dies..."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me with that gaze?"

"Proprietress, you aren't planning to commit murder—no, murder a spirit to silence me, are you?"

"What are you talking about? I still believe that you were just unintentional this time. How could I possibly blame you, right?"

"Proprietress, let's just talk, can you stop always waving knives, forks, and clubs back and forth in front of my face?"

Li Changluo sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes staring vigilantly at the proprietress, White Lotus. Although a gentle smile hung on her face, she had somehow conjured up a pile of weapons...

And she kept waving and playing with them right in front of him...

Several times, they almost came crashing straight down onto his body...

"Now that you and this bamboo hat spirit have already consummated the matter, it's an irreversible fact. Everything is up to fate. No matter how much I blame you, this little monster is still your servant now..."

"It's all my fault for not explaining things thoroughly and clearly to you..."

White Lotus comforted and excused Li Changluo in a very considerate and gentle manner, except that one of her hands reached out right in front of Li Changluo's face...

Her fingers kept moving, gesturing hints to Li Changluo...

"Alright, Proprietress..."

Li Changluo was naturally a clever person. He knew what the proprietress meant and immediately pulled his phone out of his bag...

He transferred the money he had just gotten—which hadn't even warmed up in his pocket yet—straight to White Lotus.

"Just two thousand?"

White Lotus questioned Li Changluo in a tone of disbelief, wearing an expression of total distrust.

"Proprietress, actually..."

"Actually, there was only one thousand, but because I failed to carry out your instructions properly, I felt extremely guilty. Therefore, I dug into my own pockets and gave you all my worldly possessions. If you don't believe me, look—I only have fifty-two cents left..."

As Li Changluo spoke, he handed his phone over to White Lotus.

White Lotus stood on no ceremony. She snatched Li Changluo's phone right out of his hand, looked at the balance displayed on the screen, and saw that indeed, there was only fifty-two cents left...

Only then did she drop the matter...

And returned the phone to Li Changluo.

"Hey, are you guys getting more and more stingy?"

White Lotus stood up with an indignant puff, glanced with a twinge of regret at the bamboo hat sitting on Li Changluo's table, and then flicked her sleeves and walked away...

Li Changluo was immensely happy...

He had anticipated these unexpected developments long ago. How could a miser have only one account?

However, just as he was basking in his own cleverness...

The proprietress came back again...