Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Besties Are for Screwing Over

[Host has collected a box of old, expired emergency contraceptive pills, activating a special system reward. Awarding the Perfect Aim Skill. Using this skill will help the Host fill his halls with descendants! Note: The skill can be activated simply by reciting its name silently in your mind!]

He hadn’t expected a special reward to come so quickly. He’d only been scavenging for a little while, and it had already triggered one. But when the system’s voice finished speaking, Fang Chenyi was left speechless. He muttered to himself:

"Holy shit! What the hell is this??? The Perfect Aim Skill?? With my kind of game, do I even need that crap?"

To be honest, the reward was pretty useless. But since the system had given it to him, he couldn’t refuse. If he did, all future special rewards would be cancelled, and that just wouldn’t be worth it.

He shook his head disdainfully, ignoring the so-called "Perfect Aim Skill," and went back to scavenging.

This was a public place, after all. Even though no one seemed to be around, he couldn’t rule out the possibility of someone watching. So, after scavenging for a while, Fang Chenyi felt he’d done enough. He walked back to his car and put on a show of emptying the woven bag into the trunk.

He repeated this three or four times, finally rummaging through the entire row of trash cans.

After he was done, Fang Chenyi wasn’t in a hurry to leave. Instead, he squatted on the curb under a nearby tree, taking a break and pulling out his phone to check on his earnings for the day.

Just then, two women walked past him.

Fang Chenyi didn’t look up or pay them any mind. After all, it was perfectly normal for people to walk by on the side of a major road.

However, as he was intently counting the long string of digits on his phone, two pairs of long, stocking-clad legs in high heels came into view.

He looked up, a little confused, wondering why someone was standing right in front of him.

As Fang Chenyi raised his head, a voice, both surprised and delighted, called out:

"Wow! It really is you, handsome! I finally ran into you again! Quick, let me give you a hug, I’ve missed you to death!"

Watching one of the young women—caked in heavy, gaudy makeup—suddenly lunge at him, Fang Chenyi jumped in fright. His body instinctively dodged to the side, and she stumbled into empty air.

The other woman, who was dressed just as sexily and wore equally heavy makeup, wrinkled her nose and fanned the air in front of her face.

"Xiaoling, what’s with your taste these days? You’d even go for a scrap picker? Tsk, tsk. He’s pretty handsome, I guess, but it’s a shame... a real shame he’s just a scrap picker."

Having dodged to the side, Fang Chenyi watched the two women, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"Have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Hearing this, the woman who had lunged at him put on a deeply aggrieved expression and said to Fang Chenyi in a pitiful voice:

"Waaah, you heartless man! How could you forget me after such a short time? I’ve been thinking about you day and night~"

Frowning, he studied the woman carefully. She did look a little familiar, but he couldn’t recall ever having crossed paths with her.

Seeing that Fang Chenyi didn’t seem to be faking his confusion, the woman looked even more hurt. Pouting, she prepared to lunge into his arms again, calling out a reminder:

"Handsome, have you forgotten? A few weeks ago, I took you home to ’unclog my pipes’~"

As she finished, the woman feigned a bashful look, while her friend’s jaw dropped in shock.

"Holy shit, Xiaoling, you actually let a scrap picker rod your pipes? Eww! Your taste is seriously something else."

she said, fanning her nose again.

Before Fang Chenyi could even frown at those words, the woman named Xiaoling exploded with rage. She shoved her purse into Fang Chenyi’s hands and charged at her companion, jabbing a finger toward her face.

"If you say one more bad thing about my man, I’ll rip both of your mouths off!"

"Holy shit, Xiaoling, you’re turning on me over a scrap picker?"

For a moment, the tension between the two women was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Just then, it all came back to Fang Chenyi. He remembered who this woman was. She was the one who had tricked him into coming over to "unclog her pipes." Not only had he refused to "help," but he had also ended up taking all the furniture from her living room.

’Thinking about it now, I feel a wave of embarrassment. Back then, I’d just gotten the system and was a little too excited. I couldn’t control the allure of good junk. If it were today, there’s no way I would have followed her home.’

Seeing the two women about to throw down, Fang Chenyi snapped out of it. He spun around, sprinted back to his car, started the engine, and slammed on the gas, speeding away.

The sudden roar of a sports car engine snapped the two confrontational women out of their standoff.

When they turned their heads, all they saw were the taillights of a beautiful pink Lamborghini disappearing into the distance.

"X-Xiaoling, that car... it belongs to that scrap picker guy? Oh my god, why didn’t you say something sooner!"

In that moment, the woman stopped calling Fang Chenyi a scrap picker. She didn’t care about Xiaoling’s hostility anymore; her eyes were filled with nothing but regret. ’If I’d known he was that rich, I definitely would have used both my mouths to have a nice, long ’chat’ with him!’

Xiaoling stared at the distant taillights, her expression collapsing. She then turned to her "best friend" and growled through gritted teeth:

"Ma Dalan! This is all your fault! You give me back my man! Give me back my man! I’m not done with you today!!"

With that, the two of them actually started brawling.

A moment later, the two women scrambled up from the ground, their foundation flaking off like peeling paint. The one named Ma Dalan rubbed her chest and said to Xiaoling with a sly grin:

"Hehehe, Xiaoling, my dear Xiaoling, look, you got your hits in, you let off some steam... so how about you introduce me to that handsome scrap picker?"

"In your dreams!"

Spitting out the words, the woman named Xiaoling turned and stomped off. But after only a few steps, she froze. She looked around and muttered in confusion:

"Huh? Where did my purse go??"

Hearing this, Xiaoling’s friend suddenly remembered. Xiaoling had shoved her purse at the handsome scrap picker, and he had apparently taken it with him.

At this thought, Ma Dalan’s eyes lit up. She gave Xiaoling a cold snort, then turned, hailed a taxi, and left.

Xiaoling paid her no mind and continued to search for her purse.

Meanwhile, in the taxi, Ma Dalan took out her phone, found Xiaoling’s number, and called it.

She had a plan. When the handsome man answered, she would tell him that her pipes were clogged, too...

[To be continued....]