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

Cheng Zhe leaned against the wall, listening to the man repeat his undignified promises over and over again, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.

He frowned and walked straight to Tang Xinrou's side: "I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xinrou's icy expression vanished instantly, replaced by a look of reluctance.

She stepped forward, feigning weakness, and tugged at Cheng Zhe's sleeve, her voice sweet and charming: "Are you leaving already? I'm so glad I ran into you today, otherwise this good-for-nothing would have driven me crazy."

Cheng Zhe glanced around the room and said calmly, "Since things have come to this, you shouldn't keep staying in hotels. Go home first; it'll be more convenient."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Tang Xinrou nodded obediently, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

She turned to look at the man still kneeling on the ground, the tenderness on her face vanishing instantly, her tone suddenly turning stern and harsh: "Did you hear me? Get up, pack your things, and go home!"

The man quickly responded, struggling to get up from the ground without daring to delay for even a moment.

Tang Xinrou stepped forward again, looking down at him and commanding, "From now on, the bedroom will be for him and me. You will live in the storage room. Without my permission, you are not allowed to step into the bedroom!"

The man's body stiffened abruptly, a hint of pain and resentment flashing in his eyes, but when he met Tang Xinrou's cold gaze, all his emotions vanished instantly.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists: "Okay, I understand. I'll tidy up the storage room when I get back."

Seeing the man's submissive demeanor, Cheng Zhe lost his desire to laugh. He nodded slightly to Tang Xinrou and said, "I'll be going now. Contact me by phone."

After saying that, he turned around and left the room.

As soon as Cheng Zhe's figure disappeared through the door, Tang Xinrou's delicate and pretentious expression instantly crumbled, and the tenderness in her eyes was replaced by cold impatience.

She slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, lifting her smooth little feet, which were wrapped in a bathrobe, and gently wiggled them.

She yelled at the man, "What are you standing there for? Get over here!"

Upon hearing this, the man's face instantly broke into a fawning smile, showing no sign of humiliation. He quickly stepped forward and immediately knelt down.

Tang Xinrou leaned back against the soft bed, her brows relaxed, and placed her feet on his shoulder.

It was as if the pleasure from just now had not yet been fully enjoyed, but seeing the person she disliked in front of her immediately ignited her anger again.

She began to point out where he was inferior to Cheng Zhe, but the man remained kneeling and dared not raise his head.

After a moment, her complexion gradually became rosy, and her breathing became more rapid.

Her tone was laced with sarcasm and disdain: "If you were even half as good as him, I wouldn't have divorced you. You can't even make money, and you're as pathetic as a dog."

The man seemed not to hear, his eyes filled with longing.

Seeing his expression, Tang Xinrou felt increasingly bored and too lazy to scold him anymore.

He felt a surge of anger rise up, and his foot slammed into the man's face, causing the man's upper body to lean back slightly.

He urged impatiently, "Alright, alright, I'll let you off easy this time. Now get up here!"

The man's humble expression vanished instantly, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed repeatedly, "Wife! I knew you still loved me!"

As he spoke, he scrambled onto the bed.

After leaving the hotel, Cheng Zhe drove home late at night.

He opened the door quietly, careful not to disturb anyone. He changed his shoes and washed up as quietly as possible before going straight into the bedroom, lying down on the bed without a sound, and soon fell asleep, exhausted.

The next morning, Cheng Zhe got up on time and went to the company office.

As soon as he entered the office area, several subordinates greeted him with smiles, saying, "Good morning, Supervisor!"

"Manager Cheng looks great today!" Cheng Zhe responded with a gentle smile, listening to his subordinates' thoughts during the remaining time of his mind-reading ability.

Most subordinates' thoughts were quite ordinary, nothing more than lamenting the new day's work or figuring out what to eat for lunch.

But some people, while outwardly smiling and exchanging polite greetings with him, were inwardly filled with jealousy and resentment: "Why did he get to sit in that position? He just got lucky!"

"They definitely used underhanded tactics to frame Wang Zhen and climbed up the ladder by stepping on others!"

Cheng Zhe's smile remained unchanged, but he had already made a mental note of this employee with negative thoughts.

He thought to himself: It seems that we need to do some serious rectification and get rid of these disgruntled people who only slander behind people's backs in order to make the team more stable.

As noon approached, Cheng Zhe glanced at the time, tidied up the documents on his desk, and got up to leave the office area.

Since being promoted to supervisor, his schedule has become much more flexible than before, and he had already arranged to have lunch with Li Ruoxi.

The two arranged to meet at a nearby elegant Western restaurant.

"Here." Li Ruoxi greeted him with a smile as he entered.

Cheng Zhe quickly walked over and sat down, speaking gently, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, for keeping you waiting."

"It's okay, I just arrived too." Li Ruoxi waved her hand.

After ordering, the two chatted, mostly about the details of their work collaboration.

While agreeing, Cheng Zhe subtly activated his mind-reading technique, listening to Li Ruoxi's inner thoughts.

Just as he had expected, her thoughts were mostly focused on work, with the project's progress plan, the key needs of the partners constantly flashing through her mind, and she was even planning the content of the group meeting to be held in the afternoon.

During a brief pause in their conversation, Cheng Zhe noticed a subtle shift in her thoughts.

Li Ruoxi picked up her water glass, took a sip, and a hint of melancholy flashed across her eyes. She thought to herself, "I'm already this old, and because of my health, I haven't had much contact with men."

"Cheng Zhe seems quite good. He's capable and has a gentle personality. We should observe his character more closely; he might be someone we can entrust with our lives."

Cheng Zhe noticed her wistfulness about her age and her fondness for him, so he immediately struck up a conversation with her, saying, "President Li, I think your age is just right. You have the competence and insight of a career woman, and you also exude feminine charm."

"She's practically every man's dream girl."

These words struck a chord with Li Ruoxi, and the melancholy in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a laugh.

A slight blush rose to her cheeks: "You certainly know how to talk."

Seeing her smile, Cheng Zhe was secretly delighted. He had indeed developed the talent to read minds, making it easy for him to find topics to talk about according to her wishes.

The sense of control he felt from receiving such clear and positive feedback was irresistible.

He even boldly imagined that, with his mind-reading abilities, he would have a chance to win over the usually aloof CEO Li within three days.

But the next second, he suddenly remembered that his mind-reading ability only had a few hours left, and he quickly composed himself.