Chapter 78: You Are the Leader, I Am Second in Command

Zhan Su couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention. He walked straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Shi Qingqing felt her heart freeze with despair. Tyrant! Absolute tyrant! A tyrant who regarded human life as insignificant as grass! Oh, mother, your daughter is unfilial—this is our final farewell!

With a look of utter desolation, Shi Qingqing collapsed onto the floor, tears and snot streaming down her face.

At that moment, the big television began playing a cartoon...

Heipi let out a low growl, releasing Shi Qingqing with a look of utter disdain. Agile and swift, he leapt up and bounded to the rug in front of the sofa, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.

Shi Qingqing’s tears and snot abruptly stopped. Huh?

He wasn’t going to bite her?

Howl! She had been reborn!

By sheer luck, thanks to a cartoon, Shi Qingqing had escaped the jaws of the ferocious dog.

She wanted to thank the animation channel, the director who made the cartoon, the screenwriter, the boundless wisdom of the people...

Shi Qingqing lay on the floor a while longer, making sure the danger had truly passed before finally scrambling to her feet.

Heipi was engrossed in the cartoon, while Zhan Su remained in the bathroom, still showering.

Shi Qingqing crept cautiously into the kitchen, grabbed a cloth, and began wiping the table—even though it was already cleaner than her face.

She sidled over to the coffee table by the sofa, cleaning as she watched Heipi for any reaction.

Heipi didn’t so much as glance at her.

“Heipi, I didn’t know you liked cartoons! I love cartoons too. We’re so like-minded! Since we get along so well, why don’t we be good friends from now on…”

Heipi’s ears twitched.

“If you don’t respond, I’ll take it as a yes. Since we’re friends now, don’t be mean to me anymore, okay? I can take you out to play! Staying at home watching cartoons all day can’t be much fun, right? As the king of dogs, you’ve got to go out, run wild…”

Heipi lazily gave her a look.

Shi Qingqing, emboldened, inched closer. She absolutely had to get on good terms with this Tibetan Mastiff—who knew if a cartoon would save her next time?

She reached out, trying to stroke Heipi’s long fur. Tibetan Mastiffs have thick coats, and Heipi was well cared for; his fur felt as smooth as silk, wonderfully pleasant to the touch.

Heipi turned his head and let out a low growl—a warning.

Shi Qingqing steeled herself. She was determined to win over this dog and become his ally.

Let Zhan Su take his bath—or rather, let him stew in his own regret.

“Heipi, we agreed, we’re friends now. Relax, let me smooth your fur. You’re the boss, I’m your number two, and Zhan Su… well, he’s number three!” Shi Qingqing put on her gentlest, most harmless smile.

Heipi resisted for a moment, but finally allowed her to stroke his fur. This small, weak human—he’d give her a chance to prove herself.

Eyes half-closed in comfort, Heipi returned his attention to the cartoon channel.

Shi Qingqing had braced herself to be tackled by Heipi at any moment, but nothing happened. Deep down, she let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed that flattery worked on every species.

Meanwhile, Zhan Su emerged from the bathroom just in time to hear the tail end of Shi Qingqing’s words—

You’re the boss, I’m number two, and Zhan Su is number three…

“Hey, nobody, what nonsense are you spouting?”

Shi Qingqing turned around and was instantly confronted by the sight of Zhan Su, a bathrobe wrapped around his waist, his upper body bare—the shimmer of his skin exuding an overwhelming, passionate energy that left Shi Qingqing completely defenseless.