I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1242: Sassy Zongzi

The fatty shot you a sideways glance and said gruffly, "What Zongzi? My name is Rice Cake."

"God almighty! If I get within ten meters of you, I could smell your reek from a country mile away."

"Really?"

Zong Wangyue habitually raised his hand, sniffed his armpit, and with a dead serious face, said to you, "No way, this morning before I left, my main squeeze sprayed some perfume on me."

With an eye roll, you reached out, dragged him over to you, and wedged his head under your armpit: "You haven’t answered my earlier question yet!"

Zong Wangyue said with a mischievous grin, "Hehe, Boss, you know how dreadfully dull school life is. Fatty, Glasses, and the rest of the guys all have proper jobs now. I can’t keep hanging around school, can I? Just as I was pondering whether to find some work, I got a tip from one of the paparazzi below that someone who looks just like you entered my mother’s newspaper office. So, I pulled up your files. That said, coming back to it, Boss, your passport photo is really hideous, you look just like Chen Kun."

Not wanting to entertain his nonsense, you immediately ask, "Right, you mentioned something about a matter earlier, what is it?"

"Oh, I totally forgot about the actual business!"

Zong Wangyue slapped his forehead and then led you toward the parking lot at the entrance.

"We’ll talk while we walk."

"Yep, sounds good."

Then—both of you just stood there dumbfounded in the parking lot.

Zong Wangyue blinked.

You also blinked.

He blinked again.

You followed suit and blinked again.

"Uh... Boss, don’t you have a car?"

"Yeah?"

"Right, I knew you had a car. Hehe, I must be the first one among our bros to ride your ’man’... Holy shit! Holy giant shit! An electric scooter counts as a car?!"

"Why wouldn’t an electric scooter count as a car?"

You looked innocently at Zong Wangyue.

"Boss, you’re the head of the supernatural detective society, the Sect Leader of Taoism Sect, which is the number one Mystic Sect in China, and even the founding Emperor of the Country of Mu Yun. Are you seriously riding an electric scooter that costs just over a grand?!"

"Three thousand two hundred yuan!"

"I know it’s three thousand two hundred yuan... wait, three thousand two hundred yuan?! Boss, you’re actually riding an electric scooter that costs three thousand two hundred yuan?!"

"What’s the issue?" you ask him coldly.

"My old man only rides one that costs two thousand four hundred yuan."

You rolled your eyes and then kicked him, asking, "You’ve got a car, right?"

"Yeah."

"Where is it?"

"Right beside you."

With that, the sound of a car’s electronic lock unlocking came from next to you. You turned your head away, then back again, away and back again, repeating this three times before giving Zong Wangyue a meaningful blink.

He blinked back, his face full of fat squishing together to reveal a row of white teeth, and an incredibly sly smile spread across his face.

"Rice Cake, you didn’t drive your wife’s car here today, did you?"

"No way, this is my car. I bought it already two months ago."

"Are you trying to pull one over on me? With your build, you’re actually driving a smart car!! And it’s pink, no less!"

Zong Wangyue raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Don’t you think it’s kind of sassy and cute?"

You covered your head and shook it with a sigh, "Why don’t you go do comedy, Little Yueyue is not even as cheeky as you."

"Boss, since I’m not blessed enough to enjoy your convertible, why don’t you join me in my ride instead?"

Fighting the urge to turn right at the door, buy a bucket of black paint from the paint store, and splash it all over the car, you got into Zong Wangyue’s beloved car with a struggling face.

However, ten minutes later, it started to rain, pitter-pattering lightly from the gloomy skies...

"Lang Nenlang——’gi-ah go’ (say it together) holding an umbrella together, as the rain gets heavier, I’ll take care of you, and you’ll take care of me——(Translation: ’The two of us, sharing a small umbrella, as the rain pours down, I’ll watch over you, and you’ll watch over me...’)"

In the middle of the spacious road, inside a pink car, with a Minnan tune from thirty years ago playing, a fat guy weighing at least two hundred yuan, and a hunk over one meter eighty with a sturdy figure, shamelessly started singing along, drawing sideways glances from everyone on the side of the road!

"With you and me, ’gi-ah’ holding a small umbrella, as the rain gets heavier, even if our feet get wet, our spirits remain high——(Your company and mine, sharing a small umbrella, as the rain grows stronger, even soaked feet can’t dampen our cheery mood...)"

Some say ’A man is known by the company he keeps,’ and in Zong Wangyue’s car, oozing with sass, you were quickly infected, just like ’catching athlete’s foot, one infects another’.

The shamelessness of you and Zong Wangyue has reached what kind of realm.

After the song finished playing, Zong Wangyue drove his pink car into a neighborhood.

This neighborhood appears quite new from the exterior, probably built in recent years. Every building faces from south to north, with plenty of sunshine. Zong Wangyue drove a short distance inside the neighborhood, and you didn’t detect any traces of filthy yin energy around the periphery of the complex.

"Hey, Zongzi, I haven’t even told you what happened yet, have I?"

"Oh, got too excited, I forgot." Zong Wangyue slapped his forehead and said with a laugh, "The newspaper just got a call, saying something happened to their kid, asked us to cover it."

"Their kid’s in trouble and they want us to report on it?" you were stunned, "What’s the situation?"

Zong Wangyue shrugged, "I’m not sure about the specifics, could be a stepmother issue."

Frowning, the two of you hurried towards the elevator in one of the buildings.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a man’s voice suddenly came from outside, "Hey hey hey, wait a sec!"

The man squeezed himself into the elevator just before the doors closed.

Once inside, he turned to you and Zong Wangyue with a smile.

"Sorry, sorry, delayed you guys for a few seconds."

The man was thin and not very tall, and when he smiled, he quickly got a good look at your and Zong Wangyue’s faces. He seemed not to recognize you, but upon seeing Zong Wangyue, his face showed surprise, and then a sycophantic smile appeared: "Turns out it’s Grandson, meeting you here is quite fate."

"You know me?"

"Hehe, well, I’m also a journalist, not working at your mother’s Newspaper Group, but I’m quite familiar with people in our circle."

Zong Wangyue looked at you and laughed, "I see. So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, to tell Grandson the truth, I came here because of a call I received, someone claiming her son turned into a monster, so I came to check it out."

Zong Wangyue frowned, "She called you too?"

"Oh? So Grandson is here for the same issue?" the other man was also surprised.

Zong Wangyue nodded and turned to look at you.

You were lost in thought.