Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Cheng Zhe glanced at Li Yanping and replied on his phone, "Tone it down, don't act like that in front of Zhao Ya."

The moment the message was sent, Li Yanping's phone vibrated.

After reading the message, a provocative smile appeared on her lips as she replied, "No, Ya Ya wouldn't be able to tell."

Upon seeing the reply, Cheng Zhe's expression darkened. He simply stuffed his phone into his pocket and ignored it.

Zhao Ya saw all of this. Watching the two of them frequently fiddling with their phones and exchanging glances, the displeasure she had just suppressed resurfaced.

She gently tapped the table, her tone tinged with a hint of playful annoyance: "What are you two doing? Eat properly, don't just play on your phones. Are you treating me like I'm invisible?"

Li Yanping quickly put away her phone, a smile spreading across her face: "Oh dear, I was just talking to a colleague about some work-related matters. It'll be done soon, it'll be done soon."

Cheng Zhe also put his phone back on the corner of the table and smiled at Zhao Ya: "It's nothing, just dealing with a small message. Let's continue eating."

Zhao Ya didn't say anything more, but she didn't have much of an appetite for food, and only symbolically picked up a few bites of food.

After the dinner, Li Yanping said goodbye to the two men warmly. Before leaving, she glanced at Cheng Zhe, her eyes revealing an undisguised ambiguity.

Cheng Zhe simply nodded, then pulled Zhao Ya and turned to leave.

On the way back, the two remained silent. Zhao Ya kept her head down, kicking at the pebbles under her feet, looking sullen.

After walking for about ten minutes, Zhao Ya finally couldn't help but speak up, saying with a wronged tone, "Cheng Zhe, I don't want you to get too close to Li Yanping in the future."

Cheng Zhe paused, turned to look at her, and asked, "Why are you suddenly saying that?"

"I don't know why either," Zhao Ya said, looking up with a hint of self-reproach on her face.

"I felt uncomfortable having dinner with her today. The way she looked at you made me unhappy."

"Do you think I'm too petty, too easily jealous?"

Cheng Zhe reassured him, "I have nothing to do with her, don't overthink it."

The moment he finished speaking, his cell phone in his pocket vibrated briefly, breaking the silence between them.

Cheng Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze quickly swept over Zhao Ya beside him, noticing that she was staring down at the ground.

Without making a sound, he reached into his pocket, quietly moved two steps to the side, and unlocked the screen under the cover of darkness.

The screen lit up, and Li Yanping's message appeared: "Cheng Zhe, no one's home. Come over and sit for a while. I have something I want to show you."

The post ended with a shy emoji, making the ambiguous meaning undisguised.

Cheng Zhe's brows furrowed instantly, and he was about to type "I'm not going, I'll take Zhao Ya home."

A system warning suddenly appeared in front of me:

"Warning! Warning! Side quest 'Develop a secret romance with Li Yanping'. If you refuse this invitation, the quest will fail immediately."

"Failure penalty: Triggering the 'Disgrace' buff, the host's emotions will be fully exposed."

He gritted his teeth and quickly deleted the rejection he had typed.

He then replied, "Okay, I'll be right there."

After sending the message, he immediately locked his phone, stuffed it back into his pocket, forced a gentle smile onto his face, and turned to look at Zhao Ya.

Zhao Ya just looked up, seemingly waiting for his more definite promise.

Cheng Zhe avoided her gaze and said hastily, "I'm sorry, I just received a message from a colleague at the company that there's been a problem with an urgent task, and I have to go there to handle it now."

"Work?" Zhao Ya's eyes darkened. The dinner party had just been about work, and now Cheng Zhe was bringing up work again, as if she were just an irrelevant person.

"Is it that urgent? Can't we do it tomorrow?"

"Yes, it's extremely urgent and can't be delayed."

"Go home by yourself first, be careful on the way, and send me a message when you get home."

Cheng Zhe didn't dare look her in the eye and gave a vague reply.

Zhao Ya stared at his tense profile, clearly noticing the evasiveness in his tone, but still bit her lower lip.

He nodded sullenly: "Okay, then take care of yourself and don't overwork yourself."

"Okay, I'll be done soon." Cheng Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, watching Zhao Ya turn and walk away.

A wave of intense guilt washed over him. The system was like a double-edged sword; while he enjoyed the emotions, he inevitably had to make choices.

The moment she knocked, the door opened, and Li Yanping appeared, wearing a nightgown, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes brimming with a triumphant charm.

"Pretty fast, looks like I'm still more important than Zhao Ya." She stepped aside to let him in, her tone undisguisedly provocative.

Cheng Zhe asked knowingly, "What do you want?"

Li Yanping stepped forward, hooked her arm around his neck, and pressed her soft body against him: "What do you think?"

Her hand slowly slid down his chest, a bold and ambiguous gesture.

"Zhao Ya, did you see that? Cheng Zhe is at my house right now."

"Li Yanping, don't do this!" Cheng Zhe felt a pang of apology upon hearing this.

But Li Yanping refused, and instead laughed even more wildly, standing on tiptoe to cover his mouth.

Cheng Zhe instinctively tried to struggle, but Li Yanping wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, mumbling, "Zhao Ya... Zhao Ya, look..."

Cheng Zhe's struggles gradually crumbled under her scorching onslaught; though somewhat stiff, he no longer pushed her away.

Li Yanping noticed this subtle change and unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, eliciting a suppressed groan from Cheng Zhe.

"Zhao Ya, even your boyfriend couldn't hold back anymore." Li Yanping stepped back slightly, her breathing unsteady, but her face was full of smug control.

As she spoke, she bent down and unbuttoned the remaining buttons.

He kept repeating Zhao Ya's name, as if showing off or deliberately provoking her.

Cheng Zhe's breathing became more and more rapid, but the sensations coming from his body were irresistible to him.

Feeling his response, Li Yanping laughed even more unrestrainedly, frequently letting out soft moans from his actions.

He reached for his phone on the coffee table and dialed Zhao Ya's number.

"Feed? Ya Ya... ah... um," Li Yanping's voice trembled. She looked up at Cheng Zhe with a defiant look in her eyes, trying to appear calm as she endured the pain.

"N-nothing...it's nothing, just...I just missed you a little after we parted, and wanted to ask if you got home safely?"

A questioning voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yanping? Your voice sounds strange. Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe stopped what he was doing.

Li Yanping deliberately emphasized the tremor in her voice, and replied breathlessly, "No...it's nothing, I'm just a little tired. You...you're all set as soon as you get home."

But he pressed down on Cheng Zhe, signaling him to continue.

Before Zhao Ya could ask any more questions, she abruptly pressed the hang-up button and casually tossed the phone onto the coffee table with a soft "thud".

That feigned vulnerability vanished instantly, leaving only undisguised arrogance and swagger in his eyes.

She suddenly grabbed Cheng Zhe, her voice filled with manic triumph.

He tilted his head back, looking quite content.

"Zhao Ya! Look what Cheng Zhe is doing!" She raised her voice, calling out Zhao Ya's name, each word carrying a deliberate provocation.