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The funeral venue was the most luxurious private club in the city, featuring performances by the country's top royal A orchestra, which was nearly impossible for ordinary people to book without a premium; this part required an additional fee. The pet burial site was chosen on a picturesque hillside, adorned with high-quality trees as companions for the deceased. The accompanying items and various floral decorations were also subject to price hikes due to rising costs; furthermore, the handsome Pet Funeral Director and owner of the Pet Memorial Station—who was me—would provide transportation in a luxury vehicle, which also came at an extra charge. The total amounted to one hundred seventy-five thousand yuan, tax included. Thank you for your patronage.” With that, he flashed a professional smile, as if his lips were blooming with blinding light.
One… One hundred thousand?!
She couldn’t even scrape together the extra seven thousand five hundred! Hearing this astonishingly large sum, Qiao Yuxiang gasped in disbelief, “You shady merchant!”
Before her stood a simple yet elegant storefront. Through the glass doors and windows, she could see various pets being kept inside. Qiao Yuxiang looked up at the sign that read "Pet Memorial Station" and then turned to the tall man beside her.
“So you’re the manager of the Pet Shop?”
“The Pet Shop was left to me by my parents; it’s more of a side business,” he replied.
“And what about your parents?”
“They passed away a few years ago.” His tone was casual, but it struck a dissonant chord in Qiao Yuxiang’s ears.
“I’m sorry for asking something so personal.”
“It’s fine.” He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and gently pushed open the door. A large Golden Retriever leaped into his arms, licking his face with its wet tongue in joyful excitement. “Xiao Nuo, good boy, sit down.”
The Golden Retriever obediently sat down, panting and gazing up at its owner with bright, watery eyes.
“Wow, it’s so well-behaved!” Qiao Yuxiang seemed to shake off the gloom of losing her pet, her hand reaching out as if to stroke the dog’s head. She softly asked him, “Can I pet it?”
With a glance of permission from Yan Kehe, she happily crouched down and faced the Golden Retriever, commanding, "Come here, little cutie, give me your paw."
Who are you? I’m not 'little cutie,' you silly woman! The Golden Retriever turned its head away, presenting its backside to her.
Amused by the humorous scene before him, Yan Kehe let out a chuckle. His smile at that moment was not the insincere grin of a businessman; instead, it had a youthful innocence to it. His attractive lips parted to reveal a set of white, even teeth, reminiscent of a leading man in a toothpaste commercial, effortlessly winning the hearts of many young girls with his dazzling smile.
Although being a Pet Funeral Director was Yan Kehe's main profession, on days when there were no business orders, he transformed into the charming and dashing manager of the pet shop.
It was only after Qiao Yuxiang started working in the store that she realized Yan Kehe was indeed an exceptionally handsome man, a belief that grew stronger with each passing day.
"Brother Kehe, my flower seems to have lost her appetite these past few days. What do you think I should do?"
"Duan, do we have any catnip left? Which kind do you think is more suitable?"
"Mr. Duan, my dog seems to have accidentally swallowed some chocolate. Should I induce vomiting? Can you recommend a clinic?"
At that moment, various women filled the shop—some graceful, some fair-skinned, some sweet-looking, and others exuding an elegant charm. They surrounded Yan Kehe tightly, calling out "Brother Kehe" on one side and "Mr. Duan" on the other. Their soft and delicate voices rose and fell in a chorus, vying for his attention.
Though this was merely an ordinary pet shop, the female customers disregarded all common sense, treating it as if it were a veterinary clinic or pet grooming center. They bombarded Yan Kehe with questions about various pet issues, all in hopes of creating more opportunities to get closer to him.
A sour feeling surged within Qiao Yuxiang as she tightly grasped Xiao Nuo’s paw, muttering indignantly under her breath, "Hmph, playboy."
Oh look, seems like someone is feeling jealous.
Xiao Nuo retracted its paw, licked it, and let out a cheerful little bark, as if mocking Qiao Yuxiang.
The Pet Shop, though not large, was no easy task to manage. It was only because the former assistant had resigned that Qiao Yuxiang had the fortune of landing this job.
One alluring woman kept casting flirtatious glances at Yan Kehe; even a blind person could tell what she was after.
However, Qiao Yuxiang was puzzled as to why this stunning beauty would suddenly shoot her an angry glare in the midst of throwing those seductive looks.
She saw Yan Kehe whispering something in the woman's ear, and instantly, the Seductive Woman's expression turned ashen, her face twisted into a fierce look that seemed to wish for nothing less than to devour Qiao Yuxiang alive.
After dismissing the group of female customers, Yan Kehe leisurely settled back onto the soft sofa, affectionately ruffling Xiao Nuo's fur. The little creature purred contentedly, looking utterly blissful. One couldn't help but wonder what kind of magic lay in Yan Kehe's hands.
Curiosity sparked within Qiao Yuxiang; she felt an urge to try it herself and experience that wonderful feeling of being cherished.
"What are you looking at?" Seeing her so intently focused on him, he felt a bit reluctant to interrupt.
"Ah! N-nothing," she stammered, her face flushing red as she quickly lowered her gaze. But recalling her earlier confusion, she couldn't help but look up and ask, "What exactly did you say to that lady just now?" It had left her on the receiving end of those sharp glares multiple times.
"Oh, I just said the boss lady was over there playing with the dog."
Yan Kehe's irresponsible remark made it hard to discern whether he was being serious or just teasing. He turned and picked up another white cat, heading toward the sand pit, leaving behind a bewildered Qiao Yuxiang and Xiao Nuo, who exchanged incredulous glances as if they could squeeze blood from their astonishment.
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