A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

Um......

Jiang Ye stroked his chin, his eyes flickering.

There's nothing shameful about doing tasks!

This woman has a habit of taking off her shoes as soon as she gets on the bus. So, if she's drunk and accidentally loses a sock, or takes it off because she feels uncomfortable, it's a very reasonable and logical thing, right?

Yes, that makes perfect sense!

After convincing himself, he first cautiously looked around to make sure it was late at night and no one was paying attention. Then he leaned over, took Ye Cheng's ankle, gently lifted her leg, hooked his fingers around the top of her sock, and gently pulled it down—

One of her socks was taken off.

He casually stuffed the socks into his coat pocket, then immediately focused his attention on the task panel.

[Monthly Gentleman's Task: Collect three pieces of clothing worn by different women with a charm value of 85 or higher. (1/3)]

The progress bar did indeed change from 0 to 1!

Jiang Ye was overjoyed. It seemed that this seemingly perverse task was not too difficult to carry out in practice!

If you find the right goal, there are always more solutions than problems!

Relieved, his gaze unconsciously fell back on Ye Cheng's bare left foot.

I must say, this woman's feet are really quite beautiful.

Her feet were small and delicate, with a beautiful arch and rounded, even toes. Even in dim light, her skin appeared fair and smooth. If only...

!!!

Depend on!

Jiang Ye!

What are you thinking about?

He suddenly woke up with a start and mentally berated himself.

It must be a side effect of the mission!

Damn system, its intentions are despicable! It actually tried to corrupt my Daoist heart in this way!

Jiang Ye was instantly enraged!

To express his indignation at the system's evil intentions, and as punishment for his momentary wicked thought, he suddenly reached out and, with a "smack," slapped his hand—

He grasped Ye Cheng's smooth left ankle.

Hmm, slightly cool and delicate... and quite soft.

Jiang Ye helped her straighten her legs again, restoring her to her previous sleeping position.

Time for bed! I'll have a good talk with this woman tomorrow!

He lay back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to plan his "claims" for tomorrow.

Any normal person, seeing the state of those pants and considering the "value" of their BMW 5 Series, would think that paying 500 yuan in compensation wouldn't be too much, right?

A tenfold cashback is five thousand!

Sure enough, my plan was flawless!

Um......

However, Plan B can be further optimized...

From now on, I'll specifically go to bars and KTVs late at night and wait for drunk girls to mistake my car for theirs. Then I'll induce them to vomit all over me and my car, and then I'll brazenly try to extort money from them...

Jiang Ye, filled with boundless anticipation for a bright future, unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

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At six o'clock the next morning, Jiang Ye's biological clock woke him up on time.

He stretched groggily, sniffed, and a sour, tattered cotton smell slowly entered his nostrils.

It feels like there's something stuck to my face, and it's itchy.

He subconsciously reached up and scratched his face, grabbed the thing, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Oh, it's just a sock...

"...?"

"......!!"

Depend on!

Why are they socks?!

Who the hell put a sock on my face?!

Jiang Ye looked at the somewhat familiar sock in his hand and instantly became more alert, as memories of last night flooded back.

He quickly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out another one.

Case solved!

It was last night...

Holy crap? Where did everyone go?

Jiang Ye was suddenly startled to realize that the passenger seat was empty; the woman named Ye Cheng had left sometime earlier.

He quickly got out of the car, looked around it, and then glanced at the entrance of the building, but couldn't see a single person.

Jiang Ye felt a chill run down his spine.

My compensation money! My grand cashback plan!

He opened the car door in frustration, about to lament the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values, when his gaze was drawn to the sun visor on the passenger side.

On the vanity mirror of the sun visor, someone had written a clear combination of letters and numbers.

Is this... a lipstick? A WeChat ID?

Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, his mood instantly brightening.

Fortunately, this woman still had some conscience and didn't just run away.

He took out his phone, opened WeChat, entered the number, and sent a friend request.

The other person's WeChat name is "A Huge Orange", and their profile picture is a round, bright yellow orange.

While waiting for the other person to pass, he sent another WeChat message to the station manager, Wang Dali: "[Station manager, I dislocated my back, and it hurts terribly. The doctor advised bed rest, so I need to take a month off. [crying][crying]]"

His experience of losing all his money on the lottery last year taught him that he should always leave himself a way out.

If this "living off a woman" plan doesn't work out after a month, at least I can go back to delivering food and wait for the system's talent refresh next year.

I had just sent the WeChat message when my phone vibrated; the friend request had been successfully accepted.

Jiang Ye habitually opened the other person's Moments.

The setting is very common, only visible for three days. The only post I could see was from around 10 PM last night, and it was just a brief five-word message:

"I hate people who show off!"

Jiang Ye touched his nose and thought back for a moment.

I picked up Ye Cheng last night, around 10 pm, I think? I wonder who made her so angry while she was drinking.

He returned to the chat interface, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, pondering how to start his first sentence.

Should you start with a polite "Hello?", or question, "You threw up all over me and just ran away?", or simply pretend to be angry and ask, "What happened to the socks on my face?"...

Huh? Why are you pretending to be angry...?

Just as he was considering his words, the other party sent a message first.

A huge orange: [A little pervert?]

Jiang Ye: "..."

So, do people who black out from drinking remember what happened around them while they were asleep?

Jiang Ye stared at those three words, lost in deep thought and a touch of guilt.

He didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he simply pretended not to have seen it.

A while later, the other party sent another message.

A huge orange: [I think I threw up on you yesterday. How much were your clothes? I'll pay you back.]

Upon seeing the word "compensation," Jiang Ye's eyes lit up instantly, but unfortunately, this was also a difficult question to answer.

He was unsure whether the system would interpret his direct offer as a "solicitation" and thus invalidate the cashback offer.

To be on the safe side, it's best to guide the other party to give money "voluntarily" and "on their own initiative".

Jiang Ye: [Never mind, it's fine. But you really do seem to be able to vomit a lot; your pants and shoes are ruined, just throw them away.]

He deliberately emphasized the severity of the loss, hoping to evoke a sense of guilt in the other party and thus persuade them to pay up.

After sending the message, Jiang Ye held his phone, breathless, hoping for a reply like, "That won't do! You have to compensate me! Name your price!" or a direct transfer of money.

However, what he received was—

A huge orange: [Okay then, you can have those socks, thanks handsome~ (smiley face)]

"..."

Jiang Ye glanced at the socks on the passenger seat next to him, and his lips twitched.

He suppressed the urge to curse and typed quickly, "Hey beautiful, wanna have dinner together tonight? Let's chat?", but stopped halfway through.

The other party is clearly pretending to be stupid.

If you appear too eager, you can easily go from being the one in the right to being the one who keeps arguing, and end up in a disadvantageous position.

Once the initiative changes hands, it'll be a miracle if she doesn't act like a sycophant, let alone spend money on you.

He deleted the text he had typed and tossed his phone back onto the passenger seat.

Forget it, haste makes waste.

If there's a chance in the future, we can "bump into" each other again at Taian Building or near the Conservatory of Music, and slowly cultivate our "relationship." A slow and steady approach is the best way.

Jiang Ye forced himself to calm down, restarted the car, and prepared to find a steamed bun shop to appease his rumbling stomach.

On the way away from Tai'an Building, he once again focused his mind on withdrawing the remaining 300 yuan from his system account to WeChat.

But when they saw the system account balance, they were stunned.

[System account balance: 420 yuan]

Huh? How did it become 420?

I withdrew 200 last night, so I should have 300 left, right? Where did the extra 120 come from?

He clicked on the transaction record with a puzzled look, and was shocked to see a recent deposit record from just a few minutes ago:

[Received a gift from Ye Cheng: a pair of cotton socks (already used), system-assessed value: 12 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, received 120 yuan.]

Jiang Ye looked at the record, shook his head with a wry smile, drove his BMW 5 Series, merged into the morning traffic, and headed towards the nearest steaming bun shop.