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"My dear Wanqing, you're back?"

Hearing the door open, Gao Lan put down her phone, pulled her long legs back from the sofa armrest, put her bare feet on the floor, sat cross-legged, and looked at her with bright eyes.

"How did it go? Was it successful?"

Lin Wanqing smiled and nodded, then changed into slippers and sat down on the sofa, her tone filled with undisguised pride: "I'm already the deputy head of the cleaning department."

"What? It really worked?"

Gao Lan was shocked. She jumped up from the sofa, knelt down next to Lin Wanqing, grabbed her arms with both hands, and stared wide-eyed.

"Tell me quickly! What exactly happened! What happened between you, the male homeowner, and the female homeowner last night...?"

She hadn't finished speaking, but the gossip in her eyes burned brighter than the living room chandelier.

Lin Wanqing blushed and playfully slapped Gao Lan.

However, there's nothing that best friends can't talk about, especially since Gao Lan is practically a "strategist."

She pursed her lips, blushed, and began to tell her story.

"Last night... after President Qin sent me the message, I went to my hotel room to wait."

"And then..."

Gao Lan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "And then what?"

"Hey, keep your voice down!"

Lin Wanqing pinched her, making her face turn even redder: "Then came the exam."

"An exam? What kind of exam?"

"It's from... those study materials you showed me."

Gao Lan chuckled: "You're really going to give a test? Did you answer any of the questions?"

Lin Wanqing blushed and nodded: "I did cram for it... I guess I barely passed."

Her thoughts drifted back to the dimly lit presidential suite from the previous night.

The man sat there leaning back like a general inspecting his soldiers, and she was the one being inspected.

Every question he asked was incredibly tricky, but luckily the test points she had memorized these past few days came in handy.

That feeling of being recognized, mixed with a strong sense of shame, ironically became a strange kind of satisfaction.

"And then what?" Gao Lan urged.

"Then……"

Lin Wanqing buried her face in the sofa cushions, her voice muffled.

"And then...class started."

She lifted her face from the cushion, picked up a glass of water from the coffee table, and took a sip, as if trying to hide something.

"Class time..."

"Probably one long lecture."

"A long lecture?"

Gao Lan counted on her fingers and was stunned.

Then her pupils dilated suddenly.

No, is this a human's class time?

Lin Wanqing seemed to understand her best friend's expression, and buried her face in the cushion again, her voice becoming even more muffled.

"You didn't see it, I was completely dumbfounded."

"Sister Qin... she's usually such a cool and aloof goddess, I never expected..."

"Tsk tsk."

Gao Lan smacked her lips, her face filled with envy.

"Thanks to everyone who helped you cram so much study material, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have even passed!"

She paused, then, as if remembering something, leaned closer and lowered her voice:

"So... you really experienced it? What did it feel like?"

Lin Wanqing lifted her face from the cushion and glanced at Gao Lan.

There was satisfaction, reminiscence, and a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Just one word—

"value!"

Lin Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, hugging the cushion with the cartoon cat printed on it, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She used to think vanity was a derogatory term.

Now—

Really fragrant!

She recalled that this afternoon, Sister Zhang from the marketing department, who was arrogant and haughty, personally came to the cleaning department, carrying a cup of milk tea, with a smile on her face thicker than an end-of-year summary.

She addressed him affectionately as "Minister Lin," completely forgetting how she had once made sarcastic remarks in the break room about "some people getting promoted by using their breasts."

She also remembered Director Zhang, who used to make things difficult for her every day. Now, he avoids her when he sees her, and if he can't avoid her, he bows and scrapes and says, "Hello, Minister Lin."

His fearful and apprehensive demeanor was completely different from the way he had slammed his fist on the table and scolded her for "absenteeism without cause."

This has only been a day.

In just one day, the whole world turned upside down.

And all of this is because of that man.

Lin Wanqing hugged the cushion tighter, and the scene from last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The warm yellow floor lamp in the presidential suite, the faint scent of cedarwood in the air, and the man sitting against the headboard, the light falling on his profile, making his features so distinct as if they had been cut with a knife.

She remembered the slightly rising tone in his voice when he tested her, carrying a hint of nonchalant mischief.

I recall the faint smile that appeared on his lips when he was satisfied.

Thinking back to that condescending scrutiny, I actually felt a strange sense of peace.

It's not belittling or insulting, but rather a sense of ease that "you don't have to think about anything, just obey."

She admitted that she hesitated when she first made the decision.

Even before she stepped through that door, her legs were trembling.

But now...

She regretted it.

I regret not figuring it out sooner.

Gao Lan: "..."

She stared blankly at her best friend, suddenly realizing that Lin Wanqing had changed.

She is no longer the Lin Wanqing who would be called a "pervert" by any man who even glanced at her.

Lin Wanqing now exudes an aura of "I've had my fill, but I still want more."

But Gao Lan didn't possess that kind of aura.

"Oh my god!"

Gao Lan slumped onto the sofa, hugged the cushion to her chest, and kicked her long legs in the air several times.

"You're eating so well!!!"

She was genuinely jealous.

I'm jealous from the bottom of my heart.

In all her years of dating, Gao Lan has had countless men, from rich second-generation heirs and small business owners to seasoned veterans in the system. Who hasn't stared at her legs with wide eyes?

But the men she hooked up with were all scum compared to Shen Wang.

He's young, rich, handsome, and has a powerful family background—he's someone who stands shoulder to shoulder with the provincial party secretary!

That's bad enough, but to be even worse in that area...

An hour?

Is this even human?

Then think about the "backup options" in your phone. Some expect her to give herself to them after just a cup of milk tea, while others send her lewd pictures after a few words.

They're both men, so why is there such a big difference?

Gao Lan felt increasingly wronged and jealous. She threw the cushion aside, turned around, and stared at Lin Wanqing.

"Lin Wanqing, just tell me, did you save the galaxy in your past life?"

"You used to complain to me about how weird your blind dates were, and I comforted you by saying that your time hadn't come yet."

"Wow, fate just dropped an SSR character on you, and a fully equipped one at the top level!"