Chapter 19: The Mission Begins.

The car finally pulled up at the biggest nightclub in the city.
As soon as Bai Huang and Lu Hang stepped out, a doorman hurried over to take the keys.
He looked a little puzzled—
the driver was such a dashing woman—
but he didn’t say a word.

At the entrance, a woman in her thirties had clearly been waiting a while.
Her tight little suit couldn’t hide her curvaceous figure.
She shivered slightly in the night wind.
Her face still held traces of past beauty—probably an internet-famous look in her youth—
but the thick makeup now made her seem a bit vulgar.

The moment the car stopped, her eyes first landed on Lu Hang—
a flicker of confusion—
then shifted to the Lamborghini’s license plate.
Only when Bai Huang stepped out did she break into a wide, fawning smile and hurry over:
“So this is Young Master Bai’s sister!
Your family’s genes are really something.
The little brother is so handsome and dashing,
and even his older sister is this stunning.”

“Got a private room?”
Bai Huang asked, hands in pockets, glancing around.

“Of course, of course.
Anyone Young Master Bai recommends—how could we not have one ready?”
Mama Zhang smiled sweetly:
“Are you two just here for drinks, or… something livelier?”

Lu Hang had just pulled out his cheap Hongtashan cigarettes—
thirteen yuan a pack—
and suddenly felt out of place in this environment.
But he immediately noticed both women’s eyes on him.
He spread his hands:
“No smoking here?”

“No, she’s asking if we want to order princesses,”
Bai Huang explained helplessly.

Mama Zhang gave a charming laugh:
“Looks like Big Sis Bai is a regular.”

“Then order some princesses.”
Lu Hang nodded immediately.

He was here to complete the mission.

He didn’t actually care about picking up girls or drinking.
The deafening music, the whole bar scene—
he was only here because if he didn’t kiss a girl before midnight,
Great Fortune would run him over.

He didn’t know exactly how Great Fortune would kill him in a nightclub,
but the goddess had plenty of ways to make life worse than death.

Turning him back into a catgirl would already be bad enough.

His plan was simple:
play some drinking games—Truth or Dare, whatever—
win or lose, there’d be a kiss somewhere.
That was all he was thinking about—finishing the task.

Half a month ago, he’d have felt filthy for even considering this.
But after two missions—cohabitation and bursting in on a girl in the bathroom—
kissing suddenly felt tame. Cute, even.

He’d been trained.

With sixty thousand yuan already in his pocket,
Lu Hang forced himself to focus and asked:
“You said the deadline is today—meaning before midnight?”

“Yep. Good luck.”
The goddess had given a thumbs-up earlier.

Time was still on his side—
only around five in the afternoon.
Seven hours left.

His change really was massive.

Hearing “kiss a girl” barely registered anymore.

One absurd mission after another—
he felt himself sliding further down the scumbag path with no way back…

“Got it.”
Lu Hang nodded:
“Anything else? If not, I’m heading back—someone’s waiting.”

He was used to it now,
but he still didn’t see how these brain-dead tasks had anything to do with falling in love.

Normally, if the goal was sweet romance,
shouldn’t it be self-improvement, finding a quality partner,
growing old together?

Lu Hang couldn’t see the point of these stupid missions.
If the goddess wanted him to get a girlfriend,
right now—he still had zero desire to date.

Zero.

It just felt like doing a bunch of weird shit.

But at least there was money.
By graduation he could save for investments.
Otherwise he’d have flipped on this abstract goddess long ago.

“You’re thinking, ‘What’s the point of these missions, right?’”
The goddess had said earlier, licking her lollipop:
“‘I haven’t changed at all. Still zero interest in dating.’ Right?”

“Of course you’d know exactly what I’m thinking.”
Lu Hang had rolled his eyes.

The goddess had stood, hands behind her back.
Sunset lit her golden pupils with a faint glow.
She leaned in close—
those eyes like soul-stealers.
Lu Hang frowned, unsure what she wanted.

But after staring into them for seconds,
he felt completely exposed—
every part of him laid bare.

“See? The change has already started.”
She studied his eyes:
“Toward the girl who was standing over there—
you felt something different, didn’t you?”

Lu Hang froze before realizing she meant Bai Huang.
He pushed her face away and laughed dryly:
“How could that be? She’s my friend.
Even if you gave me three more years,
I wouldn’t end up with her.
Relax—eight hundred percent.”

“Little guy won’t admit it~”

She puffed her cheeks, annoyed he’d dared push her face.
Stared hard one last time,
then waved dismissively:
“Fine. Don’t admit it.
Go do your thing. Good luck.”

Vision blurred—
she vanished.

Another disappearance.
No ripple left in Lu Hang’s heart.

He was used to weird shit.

…

“Who was that?
You were talking, I blinked—she was gone?”
Bai Huang rushed over when he returned, shocked:
“Ghost?”

Lu Hang shrugged:
“Sports school next door.
Nickname: Female Bolt.
Blink and she’s gone.”

Bai Huang blinked, stunned:
“Holy shit, that fast?”

“Obviously. She’s Bolt.”
Lu Hang brushed it off while thinking about today’s mission.

Kissing seemed absurd at first,
but actually doable.

He already had a plan.

Bai Huang was still staring at where the goddess vanished, puzzled.

If she knew that vanishing woman was why she no longer had a dick,
who knew what she’d do.

Maybe because of the goddess’s last words.

Seeing Bai Huang’s long hair draped over her shoulders,
face innocently confused,
Lu Hang—without knowing why—glanced at her lips.

They looked thin.

Unease coiled slowly in his chest.
He shook his head hard, shoving the strange feeling away.

“Alright. Since the hospital said it’s nothing serious,
shouldn’t we celebrate?”
Lu Hang clapped and laughed.

Sixty thousand—besides saving,
sometimes it could fund mission expenses like this.

“How?”
Bai Huang asked suspiciously.

“Grab drinks?”

“Hell yes! You’re finally coming drinking with me!”
She lit up:
“Wait—but didn’t you say you wanted donkey-meat buns downstairs for dinner?
You always said expensive places don’t suit you…”

“No need for fancy.
No Western restaurants.
Anywhere casual.
Just suddenly feel like drinking.”
Lu Hang sighed helplessly:
“Today… got any standard package?”

“What package?”
She blinked.

“Bar, order some girls for drinking games,
chat them up, have fun.”
Lu Hang said casually:
“My treat.
Celebrating you dodging death.”

They locked eyes—
then burst into wild laughter.

“Of course there’s a package.
And you don’t need to treat—I’ve got it.”
Bai Huang was thrilled.
In the past Lu Hang hated crowds, always refused her invitations—
especially princesses.
He’d gone once and made endless excuses.
Seeing him finally willing made her—his brother—happy:
“You never wanted KTV or anything before.
Said drinking with princesses felt pointless.
What happened? Changed your mind?”

“Life’s long. Gotta try everything once.”
Lu Hang wiped his forehead:
“Any good spots?”

“I’ve got one.”
Bai Huang’s eyes sparkled—
clearly craving a drink after Lu Hang mentioned it:
“When?”

“Now.”
Lu Hang said.