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

Life went on peacefully like this. Cheng Zhe was busy with work and trivial interpersonal relationships, and never had any contact with Zhao Yu again.

On a weekend afternoon, Cheng Zhe leaned against the headboard, stroking Shen Yating's soft, long hair, the person in his arms curled up obediently.

Shen Yating pressed her cheek against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, but her head was buried even deeper, her whole body buried in his body.

"What are you hiding for?" Cheng Zhe chuckled, reached out and pinched her chin, gently lifting it upwards.

Shen Yating, like a startled fawn, abruptly covered her face.

"I'm just... a little embarrassed."

"I feel so ashamed of our relationship."

"What's there to be ashamed of?" he asked with a smile. "Weren't you quite loud just now?"

Shen Yating let out a muffled groan, buried her face in his arm, and brushed her lips against his skin, bringing a warm, wet itch.

"But...it just feels weird." She still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Cheng Zhe tightened his arms, holding her even closer, his chin resting on the top of her head: "It's okay, maybe we haven't done it enough times."

Cheng Zhe loosened his grip slightly, looked down at Shen Yating, whose face was flushed and who was still awkwardly trying to avoid him, and couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Just then, a translucent pale blue light curtain appeared before his eyes without warning:

[Mission: Prevent Tang Xinrou from getting a divorce. Mission complete.]

[Reward: 100 million RMB in cash has been transferred to your account, and the Mind Reading talent has been permanently unlocked]

The words on the screen were clear and dazzling. Cheng Zhe's heart stirred slightly, and the stone that had been pressing on his heart for so long finally fell to the ground.

It's finally over. I can finally break free from that absurd and exhausting entanglement with Tang Xinrou.

Furthermore, he has finally obtained the mind-reading talent he has long coveted, and from now on, no one will be able to lie to him.

He quietly lifted a corner of the blanket, got up, leaned against the headboard, and picked up his phone from the bedside table.

The screen lit up, and the name "Tang Xinrou" in the contacts stood out. Without hesitation, he long-pressed and deleted it, cleaning up the chat history and photos along with it.

To be fair, during his time with Tang Xinrou, although he wasn't exactly sincere and even went so far as to "go too far," he never mistreated her.

The few thick envelopes that were specially sent were enough to keep her safe and sound for quite some time.

In this way, there is even less psychological burden.

"Cheng Zhe, what's wrong?" Shen Yating noticed his movement, poked her head out from under the covers, her cheeks still flushed. "Aren't you going to hug me?"

Just as Cheng Zhe was about to speak, a clear and straightforward thought suddenly flooded his mind.

"The debt collectors are bothering me again. How am I supposed to bring this up with them...?"

The thought came unexpectedly, as clearly as if Shen Yating had whispered it in his ear.

Cheng Zhe instantly realized that he could finally hear what others were thinking again, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

A series of thoughts flooded Shen Yating's mind: "Why isn't he saying anything? Was I too awkward just now, and he's unhappy about it?"

Cheng Zhe reached out and pulled her back into his arms, his grip tightening even more so that she was pressed completely against his chest, and she could clearly hear his steady heartbeat.

"Nothing much."

"Just replied to a message."

Cheng Zhe chuckled, lowered his head and left a kiss on her forehead, his hand stroking her tense back, but when he felt the slight tremor in her eyes, the smile in his eyes quietly disappeared.

He deliberately withdrew his hand, leaning back slightly, with a hint of displeasure: "Why are you so resistant to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately frowned, his expression darkening slightly: "To be honest, I'm not very satisfied. You're always so shy and evasive, you can't let loose at all."

Shen Yating panicked instantly, abruptly removing her hand from her face. Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and the flush on her cheeks faded, leaving only embarrassment.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something in her defense, but the words stuck in her throat, and she just stared blankly at Cheng Zhe's cold expression.

Cheng Zhe took in her expression, and at the same time, her turbulent thoughts flooded his mind: "Oh no, he's unhappy... Was I too awkward and annoyed him? I was just thinking of taking advantage of his good mood to talk to him about the debt collection."

Cheng Zhe chuckled inwardly, but maintained an impatient expression on his face, his tone softening slightly: "However..."

He paused deliberately, watching Shen Yating's nerves tense up instantly, and slowly said, "If you take the initiative and stop being so hesitant, I can grant you one request, whatever it may be, as long as I can do it."

"Really...really?" Shen Yating's eyes lit up suddenly, her panic instantly replaced by elation.

Seeing the hope in her eyes, Cheng Zhe said calmly, "Of course it's true, it just depends on how proactive you are."

His gaze swept over her, meaningful: "Stop being shy, strike a pose that satisfies me."

Shen Yating's cheeks instantly burned again, and a wave of shame washed over her, making her want to bury herself under the covers again.

But when she thought of the pressure of debt collection and the conditions Cheng Zhe had agreed to, she bit her lower lip, and the hesitation in her eyes was gradually replaced by determination.

She took a deep breath, loosened her grip on Cheng Zhe's waist, supported herself on the bed with both hands, and looked back at Cheng Zhe.

Cheng Zhe looked up at the scene before him and smiled with satisfaction.

Her body tensed slightly, every inch of her skin radiating embarrassment, yet she stubbornly maintained this incredibly shameful posture, her voice broken and hesitant: "I...Is this...okay?"

Cheng Zhe smiled and said, "Okay, keep it up!"

Shen Yating was already struggling to maintain her posture, and seeing him like this, her heart tightened.

She instinctively wanted to get up, but then she remembered his promise.

Her legs buckled slightly, and she almost couldn't stand up.

But a thought crept into his mind: "This is too perverted, he actually..."

Cheng Zhe saw her trembling and her thoughts, but felt no pity...

After a long while, she could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the bed.

Before she could recover, Cheng Zhe leaned over and his lips unexpectedly approached hers.

Shen Yating's pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively turned her head to avoid him, pushing against his chest with both hands. Her voice was heavy with breathlessness and stubborn, embarrassed anger: "You call me your 'white moonlight'?! You're treating me like a Japanese girl!"

"Ugh..." Shen Yating groaned softly, as if she was trying her best to hold back, and mumbled a protest, "You're bad..."

But the hand pressing against his chest gradually loosened its grip.