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

Seeing the balance in his system account skyrocket because of that bag of "spoils," Jiang Ye was overjoyed, but he tried his best to keep a calm expression on his face, as if to say, "I'm not really in a good mood."

He looked up at Ye Cheng standing at the bedroom door.

The woman had her arms crossed, her lips pursed, and she was staring at him with a look that was a mixture of extreme contempt, a little incomprehension, and a bit of disbelief as if he were an idiot.

"Satisfied now? You pervert!"

Jiang Ye smacked his lips, then picked up the instant noodle soup and took a big gulp, satisfied: "It's alright, so-so."

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, feeling utterly unable to comprehend this bizarre thought process.

But after looking at the 5000 yuan transfer record in WeChat, I felt a little guilty—after all, I had just received so much money from them, and it seemed a bit unconvincing to just give them the middle finger.

But then again, if he likes it so much, why doesn't he just buy it online?

No one would refuse to spend a few thousand dollars, right?

Oh, right, he's probably afraid of being scammed, afraid that what he bought at a high price was supplied by some burly guy with unkempt feet...

Ugh, just thinking about it makes me sick.

Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt that her source of goods was simply pure and unpolluted, and the quality was guaranteed.

Um......

In short, it's best not to remind him that it's sold online.

From now on, I'll rely on this "information gap" to supply goods regularly, and then ask him for pocket money. It's perfect!

Ye Cheng gave a soft hum and sat back down on the sofa to continue eating her noodles. However, when she glanced at the bag out of the corner of her eye, she still felt a little embarrassed, and her ears gradually turned red.

Jiang Ye looked at her sullen and embarrassed expression and suddenly felt a little itchy.

He coughed and then stretched out two fingers again, gently pinching Ye Cheng's smooth thigh.

It feels smooth and warm to the touch, with an excellent tactile experience.

"Hello!"

Ye Cheng was startled and jumped up from the sofa: "What are you doing?! You're touching me!"

Jiang Ye scratched his head, looking serious: "I was just checking to see if you were still wearing something super thin... Oh, so you weren't wearing anything..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Looking at his "I was just curious" face, her chest heaved violently, but she couldn't find the right words to scold him.

"Why are you staring at me like that? What the hell? Ye Cheng, you didn't think I was trying to touch your thigh just now, did you? What are you thinking? Don't I have thighs myself? Why would I need to touch yours?"

"..."

Looking at his righteous and indignant demeanor, Ye Cheng gritted her teeth and squeezed out three words: "You win!"

Then, she decisively picked up her bowl and chopsticks, moved her buttocks to the other end of the sofa, and kept her distance from him, demonstrating with her actions that "don't touch me."

Jiang Ye looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy and clicked his tongue, as if he thought she was making a mountain out of a molehill.

He picked up his phone again, opened JD.com, and skillfully swiped his fingers across the screen.

Two minutes later, Ye Cheng's phone, which was on the coffee table, vibrated a few times.

She picked up her phone in confusion, opened WeChat, and saw several messages from Jiang Ye. The cross-shaped veins on her forehead instantly bulged out.

Those were several links from JD.com, all featuring high-end brand pantyhose, priced between 1000 and 2000 yuan.

The headlines made her eyelids twitch – “Ultimate Temptation,” “Ultra-thin Lace,” “Sheer and Invisible”…

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to smash her phone into Jiang Ye's smug face.

Damn!

Is this bastard trying to "order" food here?!

However, to Jiang Ye's surprise, she didn't immediately react. Instead, she took a deep breath, silently put her phone on silent, and continued eating her noodles, pretending not to have seen anything, acting as if she didn't care.

Jiang Ye nodded with deep feeling.

Hmm, he's got that kind of reaction!

Isn't this the standard state of speechless helplessness that modern-day poor laborers feel when faced with unreasonable demands from a stupid boss?

His lips involuntarily curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile, but then he froze.

Eh?

and many more......

Something seems off about this analogy. Why am I inexplicably putting myself in the role of that idiot boss?

Damn it, I'm clearly a generous and conscientious entrepreneur with a slightly unique collecting hobby, okay?

......

What should have been a ten-minute meal of instant noodles took over an hour to finish due to the two's various "confrontations" and "games".

By the time the last sip of soup was finished, it was almost 11 p.m.

The night outside the window was dark and the streets were unusually quiet.

Jiang Ye patted his belly, glanced at Ye Cheng who was watching a variety show while hugging a cushion, and started plotting something in his mind again:

"Um... Xiao Ye, look how late it is, and it's freezing outside. It's not easy to get a taxi, so how about I just... "

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Cheng turned around and raised a straight middle finger at him, her eyes filled with contempt that seemed to say, "I've seen through everything."

"Don't even think about it! Have you saved up enough money? Have you given me the million? You want to unlock the overnight stay storyline? Have you finished eating? If you have, get the hell out of here and go home!"

Jiang Ye was speechless. Looking at Ye Cheng's guarded and unyielding attitude, he sighed helplessly.

Alright, looks like it's not going to happen tonight.

Since staying overnight isn't allowed, the longer I stay, the more upset I'll get. I might as well go home and sleep.

"Fine, fine, go ahead and leave, as if nobody has a home."

Jiang Ye stood up nonchalantly, picked up his precious bag, walked to the door, and bent down to change his shoes.

As soon as he opened the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something, hesitated for a moment, and turned to look at Ye Cheng, who was still on the sofa:

"By the way, Xiao Ye, I have something serious to discuss with you."

Ye Cheng looked wary: "No farewell kiss, no touching, no hugging, get out of here right now!"

"...I wanted to ask if you have any classmates or friends who are exceptionally good-looking and have a great presence?"

Jiang Ye tried his best to make his tone sound like a casual question:

"Um...could you get me some of those little trinkets they used, like hair clips or hair ties? I have a friend who likes them and wants to collect them."

Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng's eyebrows shot up instantly, and she refused without hesitation:

"No! Don't even think about it! Get out of here! It's not enough that you've already messed with me, you want to extend your clutches to my sisters? Jiang Ye, let me tell you, not a chance!"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that the word "hoho" was not quite right, as if she had gotten herself into a mess, and two blushes involuntarily rose on her cheeks.

To cover up her embarrassment, she simply jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the door, and shoved Jiang Ye out.

"Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll call the police and report you for harassment!"

"Hey, hey, hey... don't push me away, I'm really asking for a friend..."

"Bang!"

His response was a relentless, heavy slam of the door shut.