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

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Ye went out with dark circles under his eyes.

Instead of riding his bike to the station, he went straight into the subway station, heading straight for Wanda Apartments.

After a sleepless night of deep thought, he made a momentous decision!

Go apologize to that girl from yesterday!

Of course, the apology was just a pretext; the real purpose was to ease tensions.

As the only confirmed high-quality "cashback target" with a charm value definitely over 80, we must try our best to secure it.

He wasn't expecting to achieve instant success; he just wanted to ease the tension, add her on WeChat, chat casually, play games together, exchange in-game skins, or maybe get her to "take the initiative" to buy him a milk tea while they were shopping...

Ten times the cashback! Isn't that like treating this woman as a stable job?

This gigolo smells delicious!

An hour later, Jiang Ye stood in that familiar apartment building again and walked to the door of 1703.

He took a deep breath, straightened his collar (which wasn't much to straighten), and tried to put on what he thought was a sincere yet slightly apologetic smile before knocking on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

Soon, the door clicked open a crack.

Jiang Ye's smile froze just as it was about to bloom.

The woman who opened the door wasn't the stunningly beautiful girl with a great figure who had left a deep impression on him yesterday; instead, it was a complete stranger.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with a perm and big waves. Her appearance was... average, barely considered one of the more well-dressed people on the street, but her figure was alright.

The woman peeked him through the crack in the door, looked him up and down, and frowned. "Introduced by a friend?"

Jiang Ye was taken aback by the question: "Huh? No, I came yesterday, looking for that..."

"Oh~~"

The woman seemed to understand something, and her brows slowly relaxed.

She peeked out and looked around, then pushed the door open a little and pulled the still somewhat dazed Jiang Ye inside:

"Come in, come in. Don't stand at the door. Lily isn't here today. I'm Yangyang. It's the same for everyone. Come in first and we'll talk."

"Huh? They're all the same?"

Jiang Ye was a little bewildered by this sudden enthusiasm, a string of question marks floating above his head: "What's the same?"

Yangyang slammed the door shut behind her, giving him a disgruntled look: "It's the same everywhere!"

Jiang Ye was even more confused. He scratched his head and subconsciously looked around the room.

The living room wasn't big and wasn't decorated much. Several stacks of disposable bath towels were piled up messily on the floor, and a few boxes of wet wipes and tissues were scattered around. A cheap scent of aromatherapy wafted in the air.

"Change your shoes! What are you standing there for?" Yangyang pointed to several pairs of plastic slippers by the door.

"Okay, okay."

Although Jiang Ye was full of doubts, he still felt that Lily's roommate was very hospitable, but the room was a bit strangely decorated.

He changed into slippers and walked somewhat awkwardly to the sofa to sit down.

The sofa was a common fabric sofa, covered with a somewhat tacky lace cover.

"Um, Yangyang, when is Lily coming back? I came here today with the utmost sincerity to apologize to her."

Yangyang was taken aback by what he said, then burst into laughter as if she had heard a joke. She laughed so hard that she was shaking, and her eyes swept over him.

"Oh, you didn't behave well yesterday? You even came all this way to apologize? You're quite a responsible little brother!"

"Performance? Uh... I guess so..."

Jiang Ye was completely confused, so he explained, "We should have made things clear yesterday, but I was in a bit of a rush, I..."

"I understand, I understand, it's too cold, I haven't eaten, I'm busy with work, and I can't sleep well..."

Yangyang waved her hand, interrupting him with an expression that said, "Who are you?"

"...I'm busy with work."

"It's alright, it's alright, it doesn't matter which one it is. Just behave well later, and when Lily comes back, I'll pass on your 'heartfelt sincerity' to her, okay?"

"Uh... thank you, Yangyang-jie. You're a really nice person."

Seeing his stunned expression, Yangyang smiled, said nothing more, and picked up her phone to show her payment QR code:

"Come on, little brother, let's get this done. 400 or 600? Take your pick. After you're done, hurry up and rinse off in the bathroom over there. You just showed up without an appointment, it might clash with other customers' schedules, what a hassle!"

???

Scan the code?

400? 600?

Taking a bath? A guest? Bumped into?

Jiang Ye's mind went blank for a moment, and several keywords instantly connected, as if all his previous doubts and sense of incongruity had been shattered by a lightning bolt!

I! Damn!

It's connected! It's completely connected!

No wonder that woman was so secretive! No wonder online dating only involves voice messages! No wonder there are so many disposable bath towels and tissues in this room!

So... so that's what you do?!

Damn!

A woman who looks like that... such an exceptional woman, surely it's not that bad?

Even if you really don't want to work hard anymore, can't you just find a rich man or become an escort? Why bother with 400 or 600 in a place like this?

Jiang Ye looked at the QR code for "XX Seafood" in front of him, then glanced at the very "hospitable" Yangyang, and asked incredulously:

"Lily...is she also 400 or 600?"

Upon hearing this, Yangyang's previously smiling face instantly changed. She abruptly pulled back her phone, her eyes scanning him up and down warily.

"What are you doing here? You're not here to have fun?"

She recalled what she had just said, and realized she hadn't said anything sensitive. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, too lazy to ask further, and simply began to usher them out.

"Get out! Whatever you do, get out of here! Don't cause trouble!"

Seeing that the other person had suddenly become agitated, Jiang Ye guessed that she might have mistaken him for an undercover investigator, so he quickly stood up to explain:

"Sister Yangyang, don't get agitated, I didn't mean it..."

"Get lost! Who's with your sister! Get out of here!"

Yangyang ignored him completely and shoved Jiang Ye toward the door.

"It's not what you think! I just wanted to confirm... Damn it! Don't push me! I can walk myself! Ouch... I told you not to push me!"

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut behind them, making the hallway seem to tremble.

Jiang Ye stood at the entrance of 1703, still holding his worn-out sneakers in his hand.

He looked at the closed door, then glanced down at yesterday's delivery record, confirmed the address was correct, and sighed speechlessly.

Ugh!

I've been driven to this point by this damn system, and I still haven't made up my mind to go into this business. And yet, this beautiful girl has already... started her business in this godforsaken place before me?

Is it really that we're too conservative in our thinking and can't keep up with the times?

After putting on his shoes, Jiang Ye shook his head and sighed at the decline of morality as he walked heavily toward the elevator.

It seems that his connection with Lily is completely severed, but even if it wasn't, he wouldn't dare to have any more ideas.

If you contract some strange or unusual disease, then you might earn money but not live to spend it.

Forget it.

Just as Jiang Ye dejectedly pressed the elevator down button, the door to room 1705 diagonally opposite him suddenly opened with a "click".

A pretty girl with a high ponytail, wearing home workout clothes, came out carrying a small bag of trash. Just as she was about to put the trash at the door, she looked up and saw Jiang Ye's profile as he turned to enter the elevator.

The girl was slightly taken aback, then her expression changed drastically. She hurriedly walked to her front door, nervously checked the keyhole, and found that it wasn't blocked by glue. Only then did she breathe a long sigh of relief and pat her chest.

But then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she cautiously walked to the door of 1703 and carefully checked the keyhole there as well.

After confirming that both companies were fine, the girl frowned, looked again at the closed elevator doors, pursed her lips, a hint of confusion flashing across her face, and turned back to her room.