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

"???"

Hearing the sarcastic tone, Jiang Ye tilted his head and carefully looked at Ye's tense profile, and immediately burst out laughing.

"Hey, what you're implying... you're not jealous, are you? Are you worried that I'm giving it to her instead of giving it to you?"

"Jealous my foot! I just think you men are all so unreliable! You talk a good game, but your actions are all empty promises! Whatever, do whatever you want. You'll be happy when you get scammed by those female anchors and have nothing left but your underwear, unable to even afford instant noodles!"

After saying that, Ye Cheng, as if to prove her "indifference," continued to eat noodles with her head down, but her chewing movements were clearly fierce.

Seeing her sullen expression, Jiang Ye glanced down at the message for help Yao Yao had sent on WeChat, hesitated for a moment, and then put his phone aside.

He lowered his head and took a bite of noodles, secretly glancing at Ye Cheng beside him out of the corner of his eye.

This reaction...it's probably because he's jealous, right?

However, you can't entirely blame my brother!

Wasn't the implication in my brother's WeChat Moments obvious enough?

If you had realized this sooner and taken the initiative to "show your appreciation," would I have been short of your pocket money? We might be living in a presidential suite by now.

Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, feeling that he still needed to increase the intensity of the hints.

Simply posting on WeChat Moments isn't enough; we need to do something more direct.

He secretly reached out his right hand, carefully pinched the edge of Ye Cheng's "bare leg artifact" with his thumb and forefinger, and gently pulled it.

The highly elastic socks were stretched instantly, then snapped back with a "snap," kicking up a tiny speck of dust.

Ye Cheng, who was engrossed in eating her noodles, was startled by the touch on her leg. She looked up, chopsticks still in her mouth, and raised an eyebrow at Jiang Ye, her eyes questioning:

"?"

Jiang Ye withdrew his hand with an "innocent" look, coughed lightly, and asked with feigned curiosity, "Um... well, I'm just curious, what you're wearing... is it pants or socks? They're quite stretchy."

Ye Cheng: "..."

She silently took the chopsticks out of her mouth, staring at Jiang Ye's "I'm just curious" face, her forehead veins throbbing.

After staring at him for a full five seconds, Ye Cheng snorted irritably, put down her bowl, and got up to walk into the bedroom.

A little while later, she came out again, carrying a small, transparent plastic bag, and tossed it directly into Jiang Ye's arms.

"I'm fed up with you! Take it! Don't bother me anymore! You pervert!"

Jiang Ye looked down and was overjoyed!

The plastic bag contained several pairs of socks, both long and short, all of which looked like they had only been worn a few times; one pair even still had the tag on!

He quickly separated a sliver of his consciousness and sank it into the system space.

[System account balance: 7480 yuan]

A new income record has appeared: [Received a gift from Ye Cheng: a bag of mixed cotton socks, system-assessed value: 748 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, received 7480 yuan.]

Hahaha! We've made a killing!

This bag of socks is worth 748!

Women's products are indeed incredibly profitable!

Jiang Ye couldn't help but break into a ecstatic smile as he looked at the skyrocketing balance in his system account, his heart bursting with joy.

Seeing him grinning foolishly while clutching the plastic bag, Ye Cheng couldn't help but roll her eyes again. She walked to the sofa, sat down, and extended a fair hand towards Jiang Ye, saying matter-of-factly:

"Give me some pocket money!"

"Huh? You want money?"

Jiang Ye was shocked and instinctively tightened the plastic bag around his chest: "Weren't these socks a gift for me? Why do you want money again? I already said I didn't want to buy them..."

"Who said I was going to sell you socks? I meant—give me some pocket money! Just pocket money!"

Ye Cheng pouted and waved her hand: "Anyway, you have plenty of money. Instead of spending it on those invisible and intangible female streamers online, why not give me, your potential 'sugar daddy,' some pocket money! Otherwise, why should I just wait for you to save up a million? You have to give me some 'waiting fee,' right? Otherwise, I'll be at a loss!"

Jiang Ye looked at the girl's coquettish yet self-righteous expression, then glanced down at the socks worth "7480" in his arms, and quickly calculated in his mind.

This cashback is already a huge profit. Such an insightful girl really deserves some pocket money. Otherwise, if she needs money and has to take on a "part-time" job, he'll lose a fortune.

He smiled, picked up his phone, tapped a few times, and then gestured to Ye Cheng with his chin, indicating that she should look at the phone.

Ye Cheng picked up her phone suspiciously, opened WeChat, and stared in shock at the amount Jiang Ye had transferred:

"5000?! Holy crap, you really gave it to me?! No, dude... what's your deal?"

She looked up at Jiang Ye, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Even if... even if you give me that much money, I won't... I'm warning you, this is pocket money, I won't agree to any unreasonable requests! I..."

Just as Ye Cheng was about to state her position righteously, she saw Jiang Ye extend those two wicked fingers again and tug at the bare leggings on her legs once more. This time, the force was quite strong, causing her body to sway.

After finishing, he casually withdrew his hand, coughed lightly near his mouth, and his eyes darted around.

"Um... well, I'm still a little curious, what you're wearing... is it pants? Or socks? They're really stretchy..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Looking at Jiang Ye's "obsessed" and lewd appearance, she rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the ceiling, utterly speechless.

Ye Cheng glared at him fiercely, said nothing, turned around again, and rushed back to the bedroom with a loud thud, this time slamming the door shut even louder.

Less than two minutes later, she came out bare-legged, holding the Victoria's Secret "bare leg" tights that Jiang Ye had been longing for, worth over four hundred yuan. She crumpled them up and threw them at his face in annoyance:

"You pervert! Take it! Don't even think about it anymore! I'm speechless!"

The bare-legged artifact, carrying the warmth of a young girl's body and the faint scent of laundry detergent, lightly covered Jiang Ye's face. A mixture of sunlight, clean fabric, and Ye Cheng's unique girlish fragrance instantly filled his nostrils.

This scent is completely different from those strong artificial perfumes; it's a more natural, more intimate, and... a warm feeling that stirs the soul.

Cough, it's even a little sweet.

Jiang Ye suppressed his excitement and hurriedly removed the "spoils of war" from his face, carefully putting them away along with the bag of socks from before.

He quickly glanced at the system account again—

[System account balance: 11680 yuan]!

[Received a gift from Ye Cheng: Victoria's Secret Bare Leg Tights, system-assessed value: 420 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, received 4200 yuan.]

really!

The balance has become 11680!

This is a huge profit!