A Place That Makes My Darling Uncomfortable Has No Reason to Exist

After about the same amount of time as the video he had sent Li Mao, Wan Fuqi sent back a video of his own, unwilling to be outdone.

Li Mao did not even need to open it.

Just seeing the cover image—that familiar yet unfamiliar face of his own, with an entranced expression and hazy eyes—told him exactly what the man had sent.

His face flushed red as he fumbled to select the video he had no desire to watch and tapped "Delete."

Out of sight, out of mind.

[Bunny Baby at Home: Looks like we really are in sync. We both like recording life with videos. Does that count as tacit understanding between partners?]

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: Guess I've had eight lifetimes of rotten luck.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: Does stepping on my face make you feel something?]

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: ...]

[Bunny Baby at Home: I watched the video again. Darling's feet are so pretty. Next time, can we do this while I'm awake? Let's try everything.]

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: Take your weird fetishes elsewhere. I was just humiliating you.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: So humiliating me makes you feel good?]

Li Mao silently exited WeChat and opened the encrypted album on his phone.

There was only one item inside.

He had always been afraid that the person whose face had been stepped on would discover it and destroy his sole remaining trophy, which was why he had made this encrypted album.

Now it seemed that neither the video nor the album had any reason to exist...

What bad luck.

The guy had actually enjoyed watching it.

After all that effort, he had ended up rewarding him?

Just as Li Mao finished deleting the video, another message notification from Wan Fuqi popped up on his screen.

[Bunny Baby at Home: Did darling see the contact information I left for you too? Isn't it cute? I saved a picture of that too. Want to see it?]

If speechlessness could take physical form, a huge blue sweat drop would definitely have been hanging from Li Mao's temple right then.

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: Get lost! If you've got nothing to say, stop talking.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: Don't be angry, darling. Your husband prepared a little gift for you. Feel around in your coat pocket.]

Li Mao raised a brow in surprise. Half doubtful, he followed Wan Fuqi's instructions and felt around in his coat pocket.

He actually found a little box.

He took the black velvet box out of his pocket. When he opened it, he found a glittering, delicate chain inside.

Li Mao frowned and studied it for a while.

He could not figure out where this thin, long chain was supposed to go.

Around the neck?

It was so long, it was probably made for a giraffe.

Yet Wan Fuqi, as though he possessed clairvoyant powers, could even see Li Mao's confusion through the screen.

[Bunny Baby at Home: I didn't have time to prepare a commemorative gift for darling, so I picked out this diamond waist chain for you. You'll definitely look beautiful wearing it. Wear it for me next time, okay? You've worked hard this past week, darling.]

Li Mao decisively snapped the jewelry box shut.

He had originally intended to carry the "out of sight, out of mind" principle through to the end and throw the damn waist chain out the window.

But when he thought of the word "diamond" before "waist chain," he shamefully tucked the box back into his pocket.

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: Not happening. I already threw it away. If you really think I've worked hard, be practical and transfer me some money.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: Once you completely give up the idea of removing the mark, I can transfer however much money you want.]

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: Get lost!! You've got the nerve to talk after freeloading? I'm blocking you.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: Stop throwing a tantrum. You still haven't told me where you're going.]

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: I'm going to keep your grandma company, grandson. Do you know you're overstepping? Just tend to your own little plot of land and stop meddling in your grandpa's private affairs. You won't give me money, yet you've got a mountain of bullshit to say. Go piss in some mud and play with it yourself, grandson.]

"We're here..."

The driver's trembling reminder from the front seat finally brought the smoke-free war between Li Mao and Wan Fuqi to an end.

"Ah! Okay, okay. Thanks, sir."

Li Mao had no interest in seeing what Wan Fuqi had replied. He locked his phone screen, stuffed it into his pocket, and opened the car door.

As he got out, he casually reached out and patted the driver on the shoulder.

The driver, who usually worked around the wealthy district downtown, gave a startled shudder.

Seeing that, Li Mao let out two quiet giggles.

The South District had always been notorious for being chaotic. Anyone who was not from around here was afraid of getting knocked unconscious with a blow to the back of the head even just passing through.

This driver was clearly not from the South District. Li Mao was only teasing him to help him get used to it.

The driver also gave an awkward, dry laugh.

The moment he saw Li Mao get out, he sped away in a flash.

Li Mao patted down his slightly rumpled clothes, lit another cigarette, and strolled toward the alley where someone had been making dirty money at his expense.

The moment he reached the alley entrance, he saw two cars parked across the narrow alley, with more than a dozen guys gathered there, led by A-Qiang.

Most of them were his "colleagues" from the bar.

One sharp-eyed guy spotted Li Mao and greeted him enthusiastically. "Bunny! You made it!"

Li Mao lifted his chin and quickened his pace.

"I'm here, I'm here. Why are you idiots just standing around? Didn't I tell A-Qiang to get inside and pin that old bastard— that old ringleader—down? That old fucker is too, too crafty. A cunning rabbit has three burrows. Who knows which back door he might've, might've slipped out through!"

"Fuck! If we don't catch that old, old bastard, I won't be able to eat or sleep right for three months!"

The more Li Mao thought about it, the angrier he got. He walked faster and faster, terrified that Mediterranean had really escaped.

But he failed to notice the indescribable expressions on his colleagues' faces after hearing him.

"Quit, quit fucking standing... there... Holy shit!"

When Li Mao reached the clinic entrance, he found that the entire clinic had vanished into thin air.

It was truly barren. Cleaner than if it had been burned down. Not even a single floor tile remained; even the foundation had been dug out.

That row of small shops had originally been lined up as neatly as a row of big white teeth. Now, that little clinic was like a front tooth knocked out by a punch—gone completely.

Li Mao was so shocked that he failed to hold onto his cigarette. It dropped to the ground with a patter.

Then A-Qiang spoke resentfully. "Bunny, what the fuck are we supposed to burn now? There's nothing left. I asked the people living nearby. They said a construction crew came here over a week ago and tore everything down in two hours. As for Mediterranean, they said they haven't seen him in a long time."

Only then did Li Mao hurriedly pull out his phone and open his chat with Wan Fuqi.

[Bunny Baby at Home: If you're going to that clinic, there's no need to waste your time. While your legs were wrapped around my waist, your husband had already taken care of everything for you.]

[Bunny Baby at Home: A place that makes my darling feel uncomfortable has no value in existing.]

Li Mao looked at those two messages, his feelings complicated.

Overstepping!

Wan Fuqi was absolutely overstepping!

Did Li Mao need this asshole to vent his anger for him?

Was he destroying his own criminal evidence here, then shamelessly claiming he was helping him solve the problem?

Li Mao muttered a curse under his breath, but he spoke too quietly for anyone to hear clearly.

His fingers hovered over the screen for a long time, typing and deleting, deleting and typing. Only when the cigarette butt burned his lip did he finally settle on three words and send them.

[A Rabbit Bites When Rushed: You're insane.]

After sending that message, Li Mao did something he had never done before in his life: he stopped being stingy.

He said to the dozen or so guys, "Come on, come on! I'm treating you to dinner! My, my treat."

As soon as he said that, his colleagues, who had made the trip for nothing, immediately began grinning and cheering. They shouted "Bunny's generous!" a few times before scattering into several cars.

No one was curious anymore about what grudge Li Mao had against the clinic, or who had handled the matter so thoroughly it looked like the place had been razed.