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Chapter 17: Clearing the Rental House and Returning the Keys

"What?"

That's… Lu Yunque?

"Lu's Auction."

Lu's Auction... oh, Lu Yunque. No wonder his voice sounded familiar.

"It's Mr. Lu. What a coincidence! Do you want me to mail the key, or shall we meet in person?"

"Mr. Lu would like to meet you. Let's do that," said Lu Yunque, remembering that Zijin still owned that piece of western suburb land.

"Sure. When and where?"

"This afternoon, three o'clock, Xiyu Café."

Zijin had nothing else to do, so she agreed without hesitation. After hanging up, she heard noises outside the stairwell. She poked her head out and saw the neighbor girl from across the hall—Lu Lanqi. The landlady's place was directly across from Zijin's, and occasionally they had plans to eat or go shopping together. Over time, they became familiar.

"Zijin! You won't believe it—I just saw a Porsche downstairs, in that gorgeous Ice Plum Pink. I'm so envious!" Lu Lanqi exclaimed, naturally pulling Zijin over to the window for a look.

Zijin kept quiet. Possibly, that car was hers, but she figured Lanqi wouldn't believe her if she said so.

"If you really like it, work hard and buy one yourself," Zijin replied. Owning it would feel better than envying others.

Lanqi sighed. "Easier said than done. If I ever save money, buying a house has to be my priority!" It was tough to afford property in the Imperial Capital.

"Anyway, you're first to arrive. In this apartment, aside from the appliances and furniture that belong to the landlady, you can take whatever you like," Zijin offered generously.

"Really? You spent ages carefully picking out these items when you bought them. I already have my eye on several! Are you moving far? Aren't you taking them?" asked Lanqi. She assumed Zijin might be moving to another rental, though it was odd to leave everything.

"I'm moving pretty far, and these items aren't easy to transport. Plus, I have the links if I ever need them again. Hurry up and pick what you want—I'll help you move them," Zijin said. Indeed, Xingyu Huafu was quite far.

"I want that one! I've always liked your 'lazy sofa' plus your set of dinnerware—when I checked, it was out of stock!" Lanqi exclaimed, wandering around and picking up stuff.

Just then, someone's shrill voice echoed: "Lu Lanqi! I was the first to spot that lazy sofa!"

Zijin and Lanqi had just hauled some items into the hallway, not yet moved them into Lanqi's place, when a sharp-voiced neighbor named Peng Jingjing appeared. She had typical "princess syndrome." Zijin and Lanqi didn't usually hang out with her. She hadn't spoken in the group earlier, so Zijin assumed she didn't want anything. But now she was second to arrive and immediately fought Lanqi for the sofa. Zijin rolled her eyes, unwilling to get involved in her neighbors' quarrels. She was already moving out and didn't want drama.

"First come, first served. I made that clear in the group," Lanqi said. "And you didn't ask for it before. I got here first, so I'm taking it. Besides, Zijin can give her belongings to whomever she wants. If you don't like anything else, you can just leave—I'm not giving you this sofa."

Lanqi flashed Zijin a thumbs-up, took her keys, and moved the sofa into her apartment. She wasn't a pushover, certainly not with someone like Peng Jingjing who expected others to yield.

"You two… I took time off work and rushed back here! My boss docked my pay for the day because of this sofa!" Jingjing fumed, glaring at Zijin, as if blaming her for the inconvenience.

"Well, you were a step slower," Lanqi retorted. "Anyway, I'm not giving you the sofa." As soon as she finished speaking, another neighbor arrived—a guy from the floor above. He paused upon hearing them argue and looked unsure whether to go upstairs or not. The rivalry between these three women was no place for a timid man.

"Deng Ming, you're here," said Zijin. "I've packed my things—help yourself to whatever remains except the landlady's appliances and furniture. First come, first served."

Zijin knew some of what she bought—like a little table or tools—could be useful. Deng Ming carefully edged past Peng Jingjing and slipped inside to pick out a hair dryer, a small coffee table, and a floor lamp.

Meanwhile, Peng Jingjing, apparently no longer fixated on the lazy sofa, rushed into the apartment to grab whatever was left. Zijin marveled at how the prissy "princess" was now acting so desperate. The next hour saw more tenants arrive, taking items. Eventually, the place was cleared of everything except a few odds and ends. Each person who came had taken time off work, so after grabbing what they wanted, they all hurried back to their jobs.

With the apartment mostly emptied, Zijin hired a part-time cleaner. The cleaner gave the place a thorough scrub, took some final photos and videos, then left. It was noon by then. Zijin washed her hands, grabbed a quick lunch at a nearby restaurant, and drove back to Xingyu Huafu.

She needed to meet Lu Yunque at three o'clock, so she showered again at home to remove any lingering dust from cleaning. By one-thirty, she set off. The Xiyu Café was near the Lu Group building. Zijin parked her car around two-thirty. Rather than waiting in the café, she walked around the vicinity hoping to spend five million yuan to complete her consumption task. By two-fifty, she stepped into Xiyu Café. Moments later, Lu Yunque arrived.

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