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

One hour later.

As night completely enveloped Shengtian's night sky, a faint aroma of braised pork wafted from the kitchenette of Suite 2303 at the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

Lin Wanxing is indeed quite capable.

The hotel didn't have all the seasonings, so she used what she had on hand. She used black tea instead of dark soy sauce for color and honey instead of rock sugar for flavor. In this tiny kitchen, she managed to make three dishes and a soup in a small frying pan.

Even Lu Man, who had always been puzzled by the idea of ​​"hotel cooking," had to admit that this woman was indeed quite something after tasting a bite of the braised pork.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, a very real problem slowly appeared before the three of them.

Late at night.

Time to wash up and go to bed.

As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think about taking a bath." When the three of them realized this almost simultaneously, the atmosphere in the living room instantly became subtle.

As a former bar manager, Lu Man has an unwavering habit—the first thing she does when she gets home is take a bath to wash away the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and perfume, allowing her tense mind to relax.

What's more, she had been undressed and hugged by someone for a long time today, and the warmth of that guy's palm still lingered on her skin, sticky and uncomfortable.

She really can't sleep tonight without taking a shower.

Lin Wanxing's situation was similar.

First, I spent the whole day at the gym. As soon as I got home, before I could even catch my breath, Su Ning dragged me into an hour-long "caught in the act script training." I didn't even have a chance to shower.

The day's sweat had long since dried on my body, and that tight, dry feeling made me feel uncomfortable all over.

Adding to the discomfort was the fact that she had just cooked a meal in the kitchen and her clothes smelled of cooking oil. This combination of discomfort made her really want to take a good shower.

As for Jiang Ye's attitude, it was even clearer—

"I don't know about you guys, but I definitely have to wash."

He casually sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands behind him, and looked completely at ease.

"How can I sleep in this sweltering heat covered in sweat? I'm a civilized person, and I don't want to bother others with my stench. If you don't mind, you don't have to shower, but if I find out anyone has smelly feet later..."

"..."

Lin Wanxing frowned, her mind in turmoil.

Yes, it definitely needs to be washed.

The problem is, Zhou Rong's suite only has two bedrooms. With three people crammed into the second bedroom, who should shower first? How should they shower? What about the other two while they're showering?

Especially...

She glanced subconsciously at the bathroom directly opposite the bed—the frosted glass door didn't reveal a clear view, but the silhouettes of people were still vaguely visible.

This is very embarrassing.

Lu Man rolled her eyes, clearly not having as many concerns as she did.

Manager Lu, who had already been seen naked, was extremely unperturbed. He shrugged indifferently, took a bathrobe from the cabinet, draped it over his arm, grabbed his phone, and wiggled his hips as he entered the bathroom.

"I'll go wash first, you guys can discuss it slowly."

"Whoosh—"

The sound of water soon filled the room, and Jiang Ye and Lin Wanxing were left sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"cough......"

Jiang Ye cleared his throat, his gaze subtly sweeping towards the bathroom before breaking the silence:

"Wanxing, after Manager Lu finishes showering, would you like to go first, or should I...?"

"..."

Lin Wanxing curled her legs up slightly, turned her face to the window, and pretended not to hear.

"Why don't you go first?"

Seeing that she didn't reply, Jiang Ye moved closer and began to discuss things in a "sincere" tone:

"I need to talk to her about what's to come later, so I don't disturb your sleep tonight."

"No way!" Lin Wanxing refused without even thinking.

"Tsk, alright, alright, I'll go first."

Jiang Ye sighed, seemingly embarrassed, and got up to start pulling off his T-shirt:

"Come to think of it, she smells so nice after showering, it wouldn't be polite for me to go over and chat about work with all this sweat. Hmm, I'll go join the queue now, right behind her..."

"That won't work either!" Lin Wanxing interrupted again decisively.

"???"

Jiang Ye's T-shirt was halfway off, stuck on his head, revealing his eyes and a speechless expression.

"Wanxing, this won't do, that won't do, you can't just not let me shower, can you? It's so uncomfortable to sleep without a shower, you know how clean I am!"

Lin Wanxing: "..."

Looking at the scoundrel in front of her with that "Why are you being so unreasonable?" expression, her eyelids twitched, and she also felt a bit of a predicament.

He went to shower first, leaving this guy alone outside with Lu Man, who had just come out of the bath, smelling sweet and alluring.

Who knows what strange noises might come from outside before I even wash my hair or get myself wet?

Xiao Ye's words of advice still ring in her ears; she must stand firm at this post!

But if you let this guy go wash first, and then you go yourself...

No no no!

That won't do!

After he finished showering, clean and naked, probably only wearing a towel, he would be alone with that fragrant, alluring Lu Man...

The scene was too beautiful for Lin Wanxing to imagine; she only felt a strange sense of unease welling up inside her.

Then this...

She frowned, her mind racing through various plans, but none of them seemed reliable.

Let Lu Man leave? That's not realistic. Where would she go in the middle of the night?

Go away by himself? That won't work either; if he leaves, there will be no one to keep an eye on him.

Judging from his attitude, if I don't let him take a bath, he'll definitely cause some other trouble...

Just as Lin Wanxing was frowning and deep in thought, her mind in turmoil—

"Click".

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Lu Man, wearing a bathrobe, walked out with a smile.

She walked out, towel in one hand, drying her hair. The belt of her bathrobe was loosely tied, the neckline slightly open, and her freshly washed face had a faint pinkish hue. She exuded a lazy yet charming aura.

Say something.

In terms of looks alone, Lu Man can't compare to Su Ning's stunning beauty;

In terms of physique, she can't compare to the toned lines sculpted by Lin Wanxing through years of fitness training;

In terms of presence, she can't compare to Shi Wei's composure honed through years of experience in the workplace;

In terms of fullness, she is no match for Tian Feiyue, who is exceptionally gifted and seems to want to stuff her brain into her chest.

Not to mention comparing her to Ye Cheng, who possesses all four of the advantages and has a unique charm that is unparalleled in the world.

but......

The other person possessed something they lacked—a captivating allure.

That plumpness, like a ripe peach; that natural, mature charm that comes with the passage of time and experience.

Sometimes bright and flamboyant, sometimes affectionate and charming, every smile and frown exudes the unique charm of a mature woman.

Although it was clear that the other person was deliberately trying to suppress this allure, their slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, the corners of their lips with a faint smile, and their plump, fair legs exposed outside their bathrobe all unconsciously amplified this feeling.

Even the way she glances at people carries an indescribable gentleness, easily leading people to mistakenly believe that that tenderness belongs only to her.

"What are you talking about? The atmosphere is so tense?"

Lu Man smiled as she looked at the two people locked in a stalemate by the bed, and waved the hair dryer in her hand:

"I'll blow-dry my hair outside. Which of you two wants to go wash it first? It's getting late, so you can go to sleep after you're done."

"..."

Lin Wanxing glanced at the glimpse of Lu Man's chest as she bent over, then quickly looked at Jiang Ye, who was whistling and darting around pretending not to care. She felt that the black lines on her forehead had increased again.

No!

We must never give them a chance to be alone!

A strong sense of responsibility mixed with an inexplicable sense of mission, akin to protecting a radish, drove Lin Wanxing.

She abruptly sat up in bed, took a deep breath, as if she had made some enormous decision, and with a stern face, gave a resolute snort:

"Jiang Ye! Come on! You're coming in with me!"