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Find a considerate personal assistant for her son.

In her eyes, her son was good in every way—except he lived far too roughly. A perfectly fine young master from a wealthy family, yet he did not know how to enjoy life at all. He did not like any of the household aunties, and after moving out, he only hired hourly cleaners. He made do with everything he ate and drank. How could that be okay? All he knew was work, work, work. If this went on, his health would collapse. Who was he earning all that money for?

If he did not like aunties, then find someone young!

Mrs. Wang was a woman of action. Before long, she was arranging job interviews.

Meanwhile, Li Zhikong, who had been idly eating and sleeping at home, carefree enough to lose track of the days, suddenly bolted upright from his dying dream. After doing a quick calculation on his fingers, he realized: Crap, I need to hurry up and find someone for Dual Cultivation.

He wondered whether Young Master Lu had recovered enough by now. Was he fully charged yet?

"Ah-choo!" Lu Yuan sneezed enormously.

That horny rabbit had not made a single move for two or three days. Could he really be that well-behaved?

Wrapping himself more tightly in his little blanket, Young Master Lu suddenly felt an ominous premonition rise in his heart.

Chapter 17

◎The wonderful teacher-student roleplay was here~◎

Since he was planning to go find him, there was no need to call ahead.

Otherwise, that scumbag Lu might get all tsundere again and start playing hard to get. Li Zhikong was quite a man of action. He quickly changed into clothes for going out. Why wait for another day when today would do? Wonderful teacher-student roleplay, here I come!

Seeing her troublesome grandson eagerly heading out with painting supplies on his back, Grandma hurried after him, anxiously reminding him all the way, "You found a job so quickly? What age is the child you're teaching? Do you know which neighborhood it is in? Is it far? If the parents are hard to get along with, quit immediately, understand? We don't need that little bit of money. We're not putting up with that kind of aggravation..."

"Not far, not far. The kid's pretty grown up already. Don't you trust me? How could I possibly be mistreated... Oh, right, I might come back a little late. The weather's so nice today, so I'll find somewhere to do some sketching while I'm out."

"Pretty grown up?" Watching her unreliable grandson quickly disappear into the distance, Grandma stood at the door, worrying to herself. "How grown up is pretty grown up? I forgot to ask whether it's a boy or a girl. If it's a girl..."

Grandpa drifted past behind her like a ghost. "Oh, give it a rest. Over the years, plenty of boys have liked Xiaokong too..."

Grandma shot him a vicious glare. Damn old man, why was he blurting out such truths?

Li Zhikong did not know Young Master Lu's exact home address, but as a Rabbit Spirit with cheats enabled, finding someone—especially someone he had cultivated with—could not have been easier.

When he had just learned to read as a child, he had been a lawless little monkey, rummaging through everything in the house. Once, he found a yellowed diary handwritten by his birth mother. Ninety percent of it recorded the romantic story of how she and his biological father had met, come to know one another, and fallen in love.

Li Zhikong had read it with great interest at the time, thinking that it was no wonder his mother had made a mistake. The two of them had been far too fated! Mr. Lü Qin had been obsessed with work and clumsy with words, spending all day away from home. His mother had been a naïve romantic. Yet every time she went out, she would run into Bai Jinxiao!

With coincidences like those, as though ordained by fate, combined with Bai Jinxiao's excessively outstanding looks, what woman could resist?

Though Li Zhikong had been young, he had been shrewd. He had even secretly analyzed how his father had pulled it off—obviously, there had to be meticulous planning involved. In such a huge city, how could two people with absolutely no connection run into each other every day so easily? There had to be something fishy going on!

Now he knew that he had been too young back then. All those methods he had guessed at—hiring someone to follow her, installing a tracker, and so on—were too naive! What a joke. They were Rabbit Spirits; why would they need such childish tricks? They could lock onto someone through their scent alone. That way, they could create chance encounters when advancing and make a clean escape when retreating. It was truly an essential divine skill for building a harem without getting caught—and for surviving even if one did get caught!

Sighing endlessly over this, Li Zhikong left the neighborhood and hailed a taxi. "Driver, just head straight ahead. I'll tell you where to go. Stop when I tell you to."

After saying that, he put on his earphones and occasionally glanced at his phone screen, looking melancholy and utterly detached from the world. How could the middle-aged driver dare slack off after seeing that? A sense of mission immediately welled up in him. Were they going to catch a cheater? Was he refusing to give an exact address because the target was on the move? This handsome young man had to be tracking that cheating couple!

Ah, in this day and age, what could anyone still believe in? It would have been one thing if an ugly person got cheated on, but this young man was more handsome than celebrities on television, and he still could not escape that fate!

The middle-aged driver was both emotional and excited, pressing the accelerator hard. Hahaha, he had driven plenty of ordinary cheating-catchers around before. Nothing special. But catching a cheater at this level was incredibly rare! He desperately wanted to see what sort of heavenly beauty had put a green hat on this young man...

Then he watched as they arrived at the city's most famous outrageously expensive residential complex—put it this way: for the same floor area, one apartment here could buy three apartments in the neighboring complex! The people who lived here were all legendary filthy rich tycoons.

Through the rearview mirror, the driver shot the handsome young man a sympathetic glance.

Sure enough, these days, being handsome was no match for being filthy rich. Poor kid. Coming to catch a cheater in a place like this, most people could not even get inside. The security guards would stop them at the gate.

Thinking that the handsome young man would probably need his taxi to get back later, he simply did not leave. He made a U-turn and pulled over to wait with a solemn expression, already composing several comforting speeches in his mind. He had been silent on the way here mainly because this passenger was so unrealistically handsome that he could not bring himself to open his mouth. But now it was different. As fellow proletarian brothers, he felt the distance between them had closed. There were plenty more fish in the sea. Look, he had a daughter around the same age as him—why not let them chat?

His daughter yelled every day about not being able to find a boyfriend and begged for introductions, but she refused anyone who was not handsome... Well, this one was handsome enough, right? The old father pursed his lips in a smug smile, secretly snapped a photo, and sent it to her on WeChat. [How about it? Your dad loves you, right?]

She replied instantly: [Aaaaaah! Dad! You're my real dad! You actually know such a handsome guy! Don't let him get away! You have to tie him up and bring him to our house to be my bandit husband, aaaaaah!]

The driver replied: [No problem. I'll ask him for his contact information later.]