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Half an hour passed, and we arrived at the community where Old Zhao had given me this apartment in the city center. Although the overall greenery and decoration of this community weren't as luxurious as my home, it was still one of the better neighborhoods in Lake City, especially being in the city center.
We quickly found the building assigned to my apartment; it was the first one right after entering through the main gate.
"Alright, everyone, let's get to work," I said.
"Don't worry about it, brother. Just let us know what you need," Xiao Zhao replied, ready to help.
Since I had nearly emptied Old Zhao's place, we made several trips back and forth before finally finishing the move. Afterward, I bought each of them a pack of cigarettes as a token of appreciation. They accepted them gratefully and headed back to West City District.
Once I piled everything in the living room, I took a moment to survey the entire space. The layout of the room was indeed to my liking—minimalist in style. However, the table and chairs in the living room could only be described with one word: ugly! Two words would be too generous!
Old Zhao really had no taste; with furniture looking like this, I planned to throw it out tomorrow.
Then I glanced at the floor and felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. Procrastination was my enemy; there was so much to do tomorrow!
With that thought, I shook off my worries and got to work. I started organizing at 9:13 AM and didn't finish until 1:46 PM that afternoon. At that point, I collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily. I hadn't realized moving could be so exhausting! But looking at how I arranged everything—the furniture placed for maximum comfort—my mood lifted instantly.
After lounging for another ten minutes, I decided to take a shower. Once I finished, my stomach began to protest; it dawned on me that I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. Automatically, I opened the fridge only to find it completely empty.
Well then, time to order takeout! After eating, I would stroll around a nearby mall to stock up on groceries and other essentials.
Just as I placed my order and waited for it to arrive, there was a knock at the door. I was puzzled; did the delivery person fly here? They were so fast!
When I opened the door, Ouyang Zhirou stood there with several men behind her, their arms filled with packages that blocked the entire hallway.
Seeing Ouyang Zhirou at my door shocked me. "Zhi Rou! What are you doing here?"
Fuming, Ouyang Zhirou marched straight up to me and said, "I went to your house looking for you. Your mom told me you moved out and gave me your address. What do you mean 'how did I come here'? You think you can secretly live alone and hide women? Move in with me!"
At that moment, she resembled a woman confronting an unfaithful partner—assertive and commanding as she addressed her entourage.
There was no need to guess their identities; they were definitely Ouyang Xiong's men.
I found myself blocked at the door. "Zhi Rou, what are you talking about? There’s no woman in my house!"
Ouyang Zhirou raised an eyebrow and fixed her gaze on me. "If there's no woman, then step aside! What’s wrong? Feeling guilty?"
I immediately exclaimed, "How is that possible! I'm mainly worried that your dad will find out and kill me!"
Ouyang Zhirou's expression stiffened, and even her tone of voice became a bit sharper. "Are you going to let me?"
"Let you? My beautiful solitary life has just begun; how could I let you? Besides, if Lin Mu Xi finds out, she will definitely blow up again. So I refuse to let anyone stay here!"
"Not letting!"
"You three, lock him up! The rest of you, move the things inside!"
As soon as Ouyang Zhirou finished speaking, I was restrained by those three and couldn't move. I watched helplessly as they moved Ouyang Zhirou's belongings into my house.
Ahhh! All I could do was let out a silent roar. What else could I do? Kick her out? If I really did that, Ouyang Xiong would come charging into my house with a gun.
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