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

As Jiang Ye stepped out of the Marriott Hotel's side entrance, a gust of cold afternoon wind made him instinctively tighten his delivery uniform.

He took out his phone, opened the pinned WeChat chat window, and quickly tapped the screen a few times before entering the amount: 100,000.00.

After a slight hesitation, she typed four more words in the transfer instructions: "Mom, spend it however you like!"

Click, confirm, and enter your password.

Payment successful!

Looking at the notification that popped up on the screen, Jiang Ye let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished something he had been planning for a long time.

He didn't rush to ride away; instead, he straddled the small electric scooter, his eyes fixed on his phone screen, waiting quietly.

At this time, my mother, Xu Man, should be busy with cleaning work at the Conrad Hotel.

The phone may be on silent or placed in the employee locker.

Jiang Ye wasn't sure if his mother would see it immediately, but he was 100% certain that the woman who loved him most in the world would bombard him with calls as soon as she saw the transfer information.

He stared at the WeChat interface, and his mother's image involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Jiang Ye's father passed away from illness when he was in junior high school. His mother, Xu Man, raised him all by herself, acting as both father and mother.

In my memory, my mother always seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and her face was always filled with a hearty smile, as if she could use the sky as a blanket even if it fell down.

But only Jiang Ye knew how many nights he would get up to see the faint light shining through the crack in his mother's bedroom door, and how she would silently shed tears in front of her father's photo, quickly wipe them away, and then become the optimistic and strong mother she was the next day.

After he was admitted to university and left home, his mother went to work as a full-time cleaner at the Conrad Hotel in order to have a more stable income and future security.

Every time he calls, his mother always says cheerfully, "Son, don't worry, my job is great. It keeps me active and helps me lose weight. My colleagues are all good too, and they pay for all the social insurances and housing fund. I won't be a burden to you when I get old."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye felt a mix of bittersweet emotions and warmth in his heart.

He looked down at his outfit and then touched the string of numbers on his WeChat balance. A sense of accomplishment welled up inside him, that he could finally be his mother's support.

Time ticked by, and just as Jiang Ye thought his mother was busy and was planning to go home and talk to her later, his phone screen suddenly lit up—a voice call invitation from "Husband freezes to death from uterine cold after wearing a bikini in Northeast China".

That's right, that's Comrade Xu Man's WeChat name!

Just from this wild and unrestrained WeChat name, one can glimpse her optimistic, cheerful, and even somewhat lively and quirky personality.

It is precisely this personality that has enabled her to withstand the heavy pressure of life and always remain optimistic.

The phone rang persistently, and Jiang Ye was momentarily dazed, his heart filled with mixed emotions—gratification, bittersweetness, and an overwhelming urge to share his joy.

He took a deep breath, answered the phone, and called out with deep emotion:

"mom......"

But his carefully cultivated emotions were ruthlessly interrupted by a barrage of questions from Comrade Xu Man on the other end of the phone, delivered in a low but rapid-fire manner:

"Ono! Where did you get so much money?! 100,000 yuan?! Tell me the truth! Did you use credit cards? Or did you take out some online loans?"

"Wait a minute, with your credit history, you shouldn't be able to get such a high credit limit card, right? Could it be...?"

Xu Man on the other end of the phone seemed to gasp, her voice tinged with fear: "Could it be... that you've gone into the sex industry?!"

"..." Jiang Ye almost choked on his breath.

Before he could refute, Xu Man continued to deny it herself: "That's not right either! With your looks, no rich woman would even want you if you went into prostitution... You're a money-loser!"

Jiang Ye's forehead creased with annoyance.

Immediately afterward, an even more horrifying thought formed in Xu Man's mind, and her voice suddenly rose: "Could it be... you didn't sell women, you... you sold men?!"

"Jiang Ye! Are you trying to drive me crazy?! I raised you with all my heart, feeding you and changing your diapers, only for you to sell your ass?!"

"If your dad found out about this, aren't you afraid he'd climb up in the middle of the night and spank you until your butt was raw?!"

"Yes! When I get home, I'll burn paper money for your dad and tell him! I'll make sure he spanks you until your ass is raw! So you won't be able to sell yourself!"

As Jiang Ye listened to his mother's increasingly outrageous and agitated words on the other end of the phone, her lips twitched wildly, and he was completely stunned.

He interrupted, half-laughing and half-crying, "Mom! Can you please stop...?"

"Don't what?!"

Comrade Xu Man was clearly at her emotional peak: "You want me to understand you? Yes! I work as a cleaner in a hotel, and I've seen plenty of these messy relationships between men and women! But let me tell you, I might treat other people's affairs as gossip, but when it comes to my son, I can't understand it! I can't accept it!"

Her voice was filled with exasperated anger: "I know your father passed away early, and your family has always been poor, which must have affected your upbringing... But I've imagined eight hundred ways you might go astray, and I never thought you'd actually take the wrong path! Jiang Ye! You're really going to drive me crazy!"

Xu Man seemed to remember something, and her tone became even more heartbroken:

"I remember you always kept tissues by your bedside since high school. How many times have I cleaned up those tattered tissues for you?! You were clearly straight! How did you become gay in college...?"

"mom!!!"

Jiang Ye couldn't stand it anymore; his blood pressure was rising. He quickly raised his voice to interrupt his mother's endless imagination.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "I told you long ago, with your imagination and eloquence, it's a waste that you're not a live streamer! If you were a streamer, those old men would be completely infatuated with you, and they'd spend all your pension money!"

On the other end of the phone, Xu Man, annoyed by her son's interruption, retorted angrily, "You little brat, you..."

Jiang Ye quickly reminded her, "Mom! Watch your words! If you swear at me like that, you'll be the one who gets scolded!"

Xu Man: "..."