Su Yi recognized Mo Xiting’s driver. With a square jaw and thick eyebrows, his entire aura screamed “upright citizen.”
However, Peter had accidentally discovered that this man was using Mo Xiting’s luxury car to pose as a wealthy socialite. Whenever Mo Xiting didn’t need the car, the driver would take it out to pick up girls, lying to them and claiming the vehicle was his.
Picking up girls was one thing, but he was juggling multiple women at once. Cheating was one thing, but he even engaged in “shaking the car” inside the vehicle. And if “car-shaking” once a day wasn’t enough, he did it three times in a single day. Doing it three times was bad enough, but each time, he would kick the “witness dog” out of the car, tying him to the roadside under the scorching sun. Peter had almost kicked the bucket from heatstroke.
“Aren’t you supposed to be tough? Why didn’t you bite him? Even if you were afraid to bite, you could have barked to call people over, right?” Su Yi asked. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she blurted it out, “Don’t tell me you’re just a bully who’s all bark and no bite?”
Great, so you only dare to bare your teeth at me, huh?
Peter didn’t notice the hidden “I know you, you dead dog” message in her words. He slammed a paw onto the table in indignation. “Wasn’t it all for my dim-witted dad? If I called people over to watch a live car-shaking show, was I supposed to wait for him to end up on the news? What if someone recognized his car? How embarrassing would that be! Besides, I can’t drive. If I bit him and he couldn’t drive, who would take me home?”
Of course, that wasn’t the real reason he hadn’t bitten the driver on the spot… He had been baked into a limp noodle by the sun. Where would he get the strength to bite anyone? Damn it!
“But once I got home, I looked for every chance to bite him. Yet my dad always takes the outsider’s side! Not only did he stop me, but he also lectured me!” Peter huffed with the frustration of a parent watching a child fail, then suddenly looked smug. “A few days ago, I finally found an opening, unleashed my ultimate move, and successfully bit that shameless bastard until he bled! Hahahaha…”
Hearing this, Su Yi remembered. That relentless grip when he wouldn’t let go—no wonder the grudge ran so deep.
[Three times a day… is his stamina really that good? Now I really suspect this is a script. Not sure, let’s keep watching.]
[Never would have guessed. My years of confusion have been answered: What do drivers do when rich people aren’t using their cars?]
[Dog Dad: I worked hard so my driver could live a life of debauchery. Who exactly am I working for?!]
[This guy is so cruel. He wasn’t even afraid the dog would die from the heat.]
[LMAO, the gold-digger got “re-educated” by a posing driver.]
[Incels, get out. You’re already labeling her a gold-digger? The point is that the driver is a liar, okay?]
Mo Xiting endured it as long as he could, then let out a cold sneer. “You really have a knack for making up stories for engagement. How could P—my son—have found out? I’ve never let my driver take him out alone.”
Upon hearing this, Peter let out a bark of pure “sonly” contempt. “You need me to take you to a live viewing before you’ll believe it? Last month, on the 12th, you had a sudden whim to take me to some dog lovers’ meetup. Halfway there, you changed your mind and went to a company meeting instead. You told him to take me home. Don’t tell me you don’t remember?”
“I suffered terribly that day! I went to complain to you, and what did you do? Instead of giving me justice, you maliciously speculated that I was in heat! You tricked me into going to the hospital to get my balls snipped—what kind of ‘heat’ could I be in? How can there be a father like you in this world!”
It turned out this seemingly harmonious pair of “father and son” had their own domestic drama. Truly, every family has its skeletons.
Su Yi smiled and dutifully translated the dog’s accusation. The moment she finished, she heard the “Dog Dad” roar, “Fk!”
The moment the streamer mentioned last month’s dog meetup, Mo Xiting had no choice but to believe it. He felt like he had swallowed a fly. The thought of someone having sex in his car without his knowledge made him want to vomit his dinner from last night.
However, he couldn’t just take the streamer’s word for it. Who knew if she was exaggerating for the show? Mo Xiting calmed down slightly. He no longer had the heart to continue the stream; he had to confront the driver immediately. He would give him a chance to explain himself—after all, the man had driven for him for years.
But before he could speak, the streamer let out a surprised gasp. “What? A viewer says she might be one of the victims? She wants to join the call? Alright, Miss Matcha Frappuccino, I’ve sent you an invite.”
What viewer? Why is this streamer bringing her ‘family’ into this? Mo Xiting’s confusion had barely surfaced when the screen flickered. The split-screen became a three-way call. A young woman with delicate features and an anxious expression appeared.
“I’m sorry, streamer, I’m in a bit of a hurry. I suspect the driver the dog mentioned is my boyfriend!”
Mo Xiting: “?”
[?? Wow, a victim is here!]
[To be precise, she’s ‘one of’ the victims.]
[Is it really such a coincidence that a victim just happened to be watching? The script feels a bit heavy here.]
[Anyone still whining about a script is just a jealous competitor. After so many episodes, it’s obvious whether our Little Su has real talent or is just acting.]
[The girl is so pretty. That driver is pure evil! Who knows how many girls are still being kept in the dark? Expose him!]
[Is this for real? Disclaimer: I’m not doubting Little Su, I’m a hardcore fan. But other callers blur their faces; this lady is showing her full face. It’s hard to say she isn’t just chasing clout.]
“Streamer, I’m not chasing clout. I didn’t expect such a coincidence either, but I really suspect…” Matcha Frappuccino spoke incoherently, then seemed to remember something. “Streamer, can you help me talk to the dog? I want to ask him a few questions to see if it’s really him. My boyfriend and I have already met each other’s parents. We’re about to get engaged…”
Su Yi raised a hand to soothe her. “Don’t worry. Go ahead and ask.”
Matcha Frappuccino said “thank you” several times and asked tentatively, “Hello, doggie. Do you still remember me?”
She bit her lip nervously after asking.
Peter tilted his head, his eyes widening. Three seconds later, he began barking. “It’s you! Of course I remember! Kind person, I remember you. You were the third girl to play ‘fairy fighting’ in the car with that bastard that day. You were also the only one who worried that I looked lethargic and might be sick. That bastard told you I was just sleepy from a full meal. Damn it, I was baked from the first two rounds! That heartless animal!”
As soon as Su Yi finished translating, Matcha Frappuccino’s face turned pale, and her eyes instantly reddened.
“It really is him! No, no, it can’t be…” She felt like she’d been struck by lightning, unable to accept it. She shook her head instinctively, then asked again as if grasping at a straw, “Doggie, is it possible you’re mistaken? Or remembered wrong? Can you say what the driver’s last name is?”
Peter rolled his eyes (unsuccessfully). “I’m a dog, not an idiot! It’s impossible for me to be mistaken, and even more impossible for me to remember wrong. Please don’t compare your human memory to a dog’s. Thank you. You don’t believe he’s a liar? Fine. Let me ask you: Was he driving a Porsche that day?”
“Did he tell you his family owns a company, and his dad is already training him to take over the business? Did he say he’s very busy and can’t date you whenever you want, so he can only meet when he’s free? And did he say his family is strict and doesn’t allow him to spend money recklessly to avoid becoming a spoiled brat, so he can’t buy you luxury gifts before marriage, but he’ll make it up to you after the wedding? He says that to everyone, you dummy.”
“He doesn’t just play ‘fairy fighting’ with you; he does it with others too, from the front of the car to the back. The car was practically falling apart. Oh, right, his last name is Yu. I don’t know his full name, but they all call him Little Yu.”
“And one more thing! Has he told you his shoulder is injured lately? I bit him.” At the end, he held his dog head high with pride.
“Yu Hao!” Upon hearing Su Yi translate the dog’s words, Matcha Frappuccino let out a cry, her tears finally overflowing.
Su Yi felt for her. she pulled out a tissue and held it toward the screen in a gesture of comfort. “Wipe your tears first, then think about what to do next.”
[Streamer, you’re actually a pretty good person, handing out tissues over the internet.]
[Poor girl. You can tell she’s genuinely heartbroken; that reaction can’t be faked. Big hugs.]
[Holy crap! His name is Yu Hao? Scumbag traits: Drives a Porsche, claims to have a family company, ‘busy’ with the succession, loves car-shaking. I hope other victims see this. Hunt down Yu Hao!]
[Stop crying for a second, beauty. Priority one: Go to the hospital for a check-up. Be careful you didn’t catch anything.]
[Just expose this trash’s info. Real photo, where he lives, how many people in his family… warn the girls who haven’t realized they’re being scammed yet.]
“He lied to me. I never imagined he would lie to me. He was so good to me, we were about to get engaged…” Matcha Frappuccino murmured through her sobs.
It was a scene that would make anyone weep. Just as Su Yi was about to offer more comfort, a worried and surprised male voice came from the other side of the screen: “Linlin? Why are you crying? What happened?”
Then came the sound of hurried footsteps.
He leaned over to hold Matcha Frappuccino’s shoulder, but the camera only caught his jawline.
What a familiar square jaw. Su Yi recognized him instantly. A face she knew well appeared in her mind—one that looked upright, though the memory of that face contorted in pain after being bitten by a dog was still fresh.
What a small world. The driver, Yu Hao, was actually with Matcha Frappuccino right now.
Su Yi immediately switched to a questioning tone. “Yu Hao?”
“You know me?” Yu Hao asked instinctively upon hearing someone call his name. He then realized his girlfriend was on a live stream. Just as he was about to turn away, he noticed the dog’s head in another split-screen. It was a Doberman.
But those fierce eyes, those sharp fangs… so familiar…
His wound throbbed with phantom pain. His heart skipped a beat. After staring for two seconds, he asked tentatively, “Peter?”
“Woof! That’s right, your daddy is right here!” Peter responded by baring his teeth and snarling.
“You… how could you… Linlin, you, both of you,” He jumped to the side, not understanding the situation. “How did you two end up together? No, wait, is this a live stream?!”
At this point, Mo Xiting—who had been interrupted from hanging up by Matcha Frappuccino’s sudden appearance—finally snapped out of it. He let out an angry roar: “Yu Hao, get off the stream right now!”
“…Young Master?!” Yu Hao screamed in shock.
Mo Xiting’s blood boiled. This idiot! Why is he calling my name? Why doesn’t he just read out my ID number while he’s at it?
As he shouted, he reached for his phone, but then came a crash, followed by two loud, crisp slapping sounds. The sudden turn of events made him pause.
“Yu Hao, you piece of trash! How could you do this to me?”
“Linlin, you’re hitting me?” Yu Hao cried out in disbelief, then winced in pain. “Ow, my shoulder! It hurts! Stop it, stop hitting me, Linlin! What on earth is going on!”
The camera in their split-screen was shaking violently. Figures blurred past, accompanied by the continuous sound of slapping and cries of pain.
Su Yi took a long drink of water and tried to mediate. “Stop fighting, you two! If you want to fight, go to the dance studio!”
[Subtext: If you want to fight, do it in Little Su’s stream and aim for the camera.]
[Good hit! Everyone should get a swing at this trash.]
[This guy is built. If he fought back, he’d probably knock her out with one punch. But he hasn’t fought back—maybe he has a shred of conscience? Maybe he really loves this girl?]
[?? No way. Are you seriously shipping them? Shipping everything will just give you high blood pressure.]
A woman crying while hitting, a man dodging while howling, a dog watching the chaos, the streamer, and thousands of viewers… After Mo Xiting shouted twice more with no response from the dodging Yu Hao, he felt his temples throbbing.
He didn’t care anymore. He had to end this farce immediately!
However, just as he stayed out of frame and grabbed his phone to end the call, the streamer spoke with a grin: “Mr. @6583fs58k, Dog Dad, the ‘Young Master’ of driver Yu Hao—if you don’t want to be on the call anymore, you can hang up. Miss Matcha Frappuccino can stay on the line alone~”
Mo Xiting sneered. Is this streamer an idiot? If he hung up and immediately called Yu Hao to tell him to kill the connection, wouldn’t that solve it?
He didn’t hesitate, hanging up instantly and calling Yu Hao without a second’s delay. He called three times, but no one picked up. He was so angry he nearly smashed his phone.
“Woof woof woof!” Peter suddenly barked at him again.
Mo Xiting was fuming. “Don’t bark! Shut up!”
“Woof?? I knew you were a massive moron. How can someone as dumb as you have a son as smart as me?” Peter jumped up to grab the phone. “Get back into the stream right now!”
Mo Xiting pushed the dog’s head away three times. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he had a sudden realization. “You want me to go back in and watch the stream?”
“Woof!” Peter nodded vigorously.
He was practically crying tears of joy. Thank God, he finally understood Dog-ish!
Mo Xiting found the stream again. The moment he entered, he wondered if his blood pressure was so high it was affecting his vision. Otherwise, why did the screen—which should have only had two split-screens left—now look like a nine-grid layout??
[Mama mia, eight viewers is just the limit for guest seats, not the limit for the number of women this driver scammed.]
[The “So Many People” JPG. What a grand scene.]
[How many people did he actually scam? My god. Driver Yu Hao, you are truly wicked!]
[Impressive. A driver, just by using a luxury car, managed to fool so many pretty girls and even got them to ‘car-shake’… How are honest kids like us, who say ‘Good morning’ and ‘Good night’ every day but can’t even get a date, supposed to feel?]
[If you only know how to say ‘Good morning’ and ‘Good night,’ you’ll probably never get a date in your life. (Not that I’m supporting the driver’s scamming!)]
Su Yi was also deeply shocked. There were already eight people on the call, and others were sending “Rocket” gifts just to say they were also victims. How many people had this driver lied to?
Yu Hao couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped enduring the blows and pushed Matcha Frappuccino away, causing her to hit the table. Su Yi grew angry and was about to mention calling the police when she saw the girl wipe her face hard. Her voice trembled, but her words were clear.
“Yu Hao’s license plate is A1-UJ888. His phone number is 139***1058. He has a black birthmark the size of a coin on his lower back. I hope other girls who haven’t realized his true face yet can see this!”
“…Wu Linlin, you dare ruin me!” Yu Hao roared. His fists, the size of sandbags, were clenched tight, veins popping.
Su Yi shouted, “I’ve already called the police! If you dare lay a hand on her, you’re going straight to jail!”
At that moment, more Rockets flew across the bottom of the screen as the number of victims continued to rise.
Victim #2: “Holy crap, the tea came for me! My friend told me to come watch, saying someone with my boyfriend’s name was posing as a rich kid and scamming women. And then??”
Victim #3: “Yu Hao, I’ll fk your ancestors! Aaaaaah!”
…
The stream was a total war zone.
Even if one person left the call, there were at least seven others active. It was completely out of control. Yu Hao stood frozen, feeling his head spin.
Run!
the moment Wu Linlin raised her phone to point the camera at him, he turned and bolted for the door. A faint ringtone made him pause for a split second, but he frantically grabbed his phone and dashed out.
He fled in disgrace under the gaze of countless eyes.
“Don’t chase him. He might do something desperate if cornered,” Su Yi quickly warned Matcha Frappuccino, who was about to run after him.
For the rest of the stream, the scammed girls cross-referenced their stories and cursed the scumbag together.
Mo Xiting exited the stream and rubbed his ears hard.
“Woof! Now you know the hell I went through? Hurry up and get revenge for me!” Peter barked at him.
This Yu Hao… he actually dared to do this behind his back? Using his car to pose and get laid—disgusting! Abusing his son—he deserved to die!
Mo Xiting was furious, but before he could even let out a string of curses, his phone rang.
“A1-UJ888? Oh, isn’t that Young Master Mo’s car?” A burst of laughter came from the other end of the line.
“…Fk!”