Chapter 473 - 235: Abnormal Change 2

Chapter 473: Chapter 235: Abnormal Change 2

"My wife’s not home. Let’s go to my place..."

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Xie Yuan heard a hesitant female voice from behind him:

"Again? Is this really a good idea..."

The woman let out a shriek as the show-off hoisted her directly onto his shoulder, and the two headed for the elevator.

"What are you doing! Let’s take the stairs, the stairs!"

"It’s fine, no one’s watching. Or maybe it’s better if they do, hehehe..."

Xie Yuan didn’t quite understand, but he was utterly shocked.

He kept his eyes lowered, feigning indifference, using only his peripheral vision to follow the two as he trailed them into the elevator.

The show-off’s brow furrowed.

"Why did the elevator just jolt? Is all this property management fee for nothing? Did you hear me?!"

He roared the last sentence directly at the security camera, not caring if anyone was watching.

The young woman whined coquettishly:

"Hurry up, everyone can see me!"

Her cloying voice made the show-off’s bones feel like jelly; her tone held not a hint of shyness, but rather a touch of excitement.

With a sharp SMACK, accompanied by the young woman’s soft moan, the show-off chuckled.

"Later, you’ll be the one begging me to slow down."

Xie Yuan, pitiful and helpless, pressed himself into a corner of the elevator, shrinking away and keeping a respectful distance from the pair. Fortunately, the elevator was large and he was nimble enough not to be bumped by their swaying bodies.

DING.

The elevator soon reached the 44th floor—the show-off’s home.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the man and woman, practically fused together, rushed out and headed straight for the bedroom.

Xie Yuan followed them out, deliberately blocking his hearing as he slowly wandered around the apartment.

The top-floor unit also came with a large, complimentary terrace, with a floor space even larger than the apartment itself. Worthy of its title as the building’s penthouse.

Expensive liquor, cabinets filled with luxury goods, a room dedicated to the pet’s activities, and even a small chamber with a Buddha statue... ’This guy does all this and still prays to Buddha? Are all rich people this superstitious?’

But after only three minutes, before Xie Yuan had even finished looking around, the commotion in the bedroom died down.

Xie Yuan raised an eyebrow, faintly overhearing their conversation:

"...I’m not in top form today. Let me rest a bit."

"Either you can or you can’t. What’s this ’rest a bit’ supposed to mean?"

"You’re too damn hot. I couldn’t help myself."

"You’re impossible! Forget it, I’m going to take a shower first... Ah! Get this dog away from me! It looks so vicious, it’s terrifying!"

"What’s there to be afraid of? My dog is very well-behaved. He doesn’t bite."

"Yeah, right."

The sound of running water came from the bedroom. The show-off suddenly rushed out, furtively rummaging through a cabinet until he found a well-hidden bottle of pills. He shook out a small blue pill and swallowed it.

Then, he gave a smug smile. Seeing the ferocious-looking large dog that had followed him out, he patted its head.

"Good boy. Go play somewhere for a bit. Don’t disturb Daddy while he’s busy."

The show-off played with the dog for a moment. As the medicine started to kick in, he even began to think his dog looked rather fetching. He gave it an awkward slap, shut the bedroom door, and left the dog outside.

The sound of water stopped, and then it started again.

Once again, Xie Yuan silently blocked his senses.

He looked at the huge Tibetan Mastiff, a specimen of unusual quality, and a flicker of intent crossed his eyes.

The Tibetan Mastiff breed wasn’t as popular as it had been during its hype phase, but that didn’t stop them from being very expensive.

This one, in particular, looked ferocious. Its coat was thick, its body massive like a lion’s—a classic giant, vicious dog. It was the quintessential example of an aggressive breed banned in the city.

But the show-off never leashed it, afraid of upsetting his "doggy son." It had lunged at, bitten, and even seriously injured people before, but with his influence, he had suppressed every incident. This only made him more arrogant. It even led to that whole sensationalized news story about the dog biting someone on a livestream, but in the end, the trending topic was taken down.

The dog was borrowing its master’s power. It ate Wagyu beef on livestreams every day, taking a few bites before discarding the rest. Its food budget was more than an entire ordinary family could afford, and it had ten million followers on its short-video channel.

Its master doted on it, even giving it a dedicated pet room, essentially raising it like a son. And with its master’s indulgence, the dog never held back outside. It lunged at many people and killed even more of their pets, behaving with extreme aggression. But even so, the show-off grew even more proud, feeling that he had raised his Tibetan Mastiff well, that it had a proper "ferocious spirit."

Like master, like dog. A dog like this belonged in Panhong Park.

Xie Yuan watched the vicious dog lazily patrolling the living room, his eyes narrowing.

The Tibetan Mastiff, seeing its master was busy playing with something else and not with it, paced around the living room out of boredom. Just as it was about to return to its room, it suddenly felt its path was blocked. It froze, its paws halting, and lifted its massive head.

A human figure slowly materialized from thin air, standing before the Tibetan Mastiff.

The Tibetan Mastiff froze for a second, a low growl rumbling in its throat as it violently raised its front paws.

However, just as it reared up, it suddenly recoiled even faster than it had risen. It began to whimper incessantly, backing away continuously until it was huddled in a corner, trembling all over.

With a click, the show-off’s door opened again.

He hadn’t lasted much longer than before.

The show-off opened the bedroom door and came into the living room to get some water, when he suddenly spotted the dog in the corner.

"Good boy, what are you doing? Come here."

He called out, but the dog, which usually obeyed him, didn’t move at all, continuing to tremble.

The show-off frowned and walked over. He sighed in frustration, then cursed:

"You damn dog, you pissed on the floor again! You’re afraid I’ll beat you, aren’t you!"

He gave the dog a kick and muttered a few curses, but he didn’t have time to deal with it.

Glancing back at the bedroom, the show-off furtively pulled out the pill bottle again. This time, he shook out two pills and downed them. Then he turned and glared at the Tibetan Mastiff.

"Today, I’ll deal with the bitch in there first. Tomorrow, it’s your turn!"