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

Seeing Jiang Ye's expression that said, "I'm very reasonable, come and discuss this with me," Ye Cheng knew she couldn't let him lead her astray. She had to turn the tables and take the initiative.

She looked at Jiang Ye with a half-smile and posed that classic, potentially disastrous question:

"So, Young Master Jiang, what do you want to unlock—the upper body or the lower body? The upper body represents my soul, my thoughts, and the resonance of our spirits; the lower body represents my physical body and the most primal desires."

Ye Cheng leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on him: "Jiang Ye, please tell me honestly and sincerely, what do you love most—my soul, or...this handsome exterior of mine?"

When she asked that question, she knew in her heart that this kind of fatal question, which could stump 99% of men, would most likely be an ineffective attack on this guy who was as thick-skinned as a city wall and whose morals were completely shattered.

He definitely has a way of giving an answer that is both shameless and irrefutable.

As expected, after hearing the question, Jiang Ye didn't fall into deep thought or panic like a typical man. Instead, he lowered his head somewhat embarrassed and took a big gulp of milk tea.

"Hmm...neither."

Ye Cheng snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

Look!

This guy is definitely going to start acting like a scoundrel.

She blocked his path first: "So... it's the left half, right? You're dreaming, isn't it? It won't interfere with anything, and it can even..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Ye waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Comrade Xiao Ye, your thinking is too narrow. How could it not cause delays?"

"Hmm? So what do you want...?"

What I want to unlock is the 'front half'.

Ye Cheng was taken aback, not quite understanding: "...The front half?"

"Yes! It's this half of you, the front half."

Jiang Ye nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity: "From head to toe, the entire front side! I promise you, I won't touch your back even once. I will absolutely respect the sovereignty and integrity of your 'back half'! I swear!"

As he spoke, he raised three fingers as if swearing an oath.

Looking at his face full of "sincerity" and listening to his absurd theory of opening the door to the absurd "first half," Ye Cheng was completely bewildered.

...You spoke too soon!

That "new understanding" of him I just had was so superficial!

This person's moral bottom line is simply a bottomless pit!

The front half of the body?

Is this the kind of wild idea that carbon-based life forms could come up with?

Why don't you use your brain to take the postgraduate entrance exam, get a doctorate, and do scientific research? So you have no intelligence, only lewd intelligence?!

Jiang Ye saw Ye Cheng with her mouth agape and her eyes wide open, looking as if she had left her body. He was pondering whether to add "I can write a guarantee" to show his sincerity when he suddenly noticed some movement at the gym entrance.

He quickly patted Ye Cheng's arm: "Hey, hey, we'll discuss that matter in more detail later! The main character has arrived, the show is about to begin!"

Ye Cheng finally snapped out of her shock and pinched his arm hard, making him wince in pain.

"Discuss my ass! You pervert!"

Despite her cursing, she quickly turned her gaze toward the gym entrance.

Lin Wanxing, already dressed in a coat and trousers, walked out expressionlessly and stopped in front of Zhang Wenhai.

The two were a bit far apart, so the specific content of their conversation could not be heard.

All that could be seen was that Zhang Wenhai seemed somewhat agitated, gesturing wildly with his hands as if he were trying his best to explain and promise something.

Lin Wanxing, on the other hand, had her hands in her coat pockets, her expression indifferent, even a little cold, only occasionally shaking her head, revealing no particular emotion.

After a brief standoff, Zhang Wenhai suddenly made a surprising move—

He suddenly knelt on one knee, raised the bouquet of red roses above his head, looked up at Lin Wanxing, and opened and closed his mouth, clearly making a sudden "kneeling confession".

"Holy crap! How shameless?!"

Ye Cheng frowned deeply: "This is public kneeling as a form of moral blackmail!"

Jiang Ye took a sip of milk tea, somewhat surprised: "Don't you girls all like this kind of romantic public confession? And then people around you cheer and shout 'Get together,' it's like something out of an idol drama."

"That requires mutual affection and a natural progression!"

Ye Cheng rolled her eyes at him and explained, "In situations where the woman has clearly rejected you, the man still pulls this stunt, purely using the pressure of onlookers to force her to give in! If she has a short temper, she might just yell at him to get lost. But if she's good-tempered and considerate of the occasion and her image, it feels like she's suddenly exposed while shopping—awkward, incredibly embarrassing, and she has to pretend to be calm!"

Just as she expected, when Zhang Wenhai knelt down, the female students who had been watching the spectacle from inside the glass curtain wall, regardless of age, all showed standard "auntie smiles" on their faces.

Some customers passing by stopped and watched curiously, and many even raised their phones to record this "romantic" scene.

Zhang Wenhai remained kneeling, continuing to speak, seemingly making a final, heartfelt confession.

Lin Wanxing's face visibly darkened, her brows furrowed, and her eyes revealed obvious impatience and embarrassment.

"I've never seen anything so shameless and perverted! This isn't courtship, it's harassment!"

Ye Cheng grew increasingly furious, and snorted coldly, "Let's go, let's go! We must speak up for justice! We can't let him bully people like this!"

As she spoke, she reached for the milk tea placed on the empty seat next to her, intending to take a sip to moisten her throat before launching into a "speech of justice."

When he reached out, he grabbed nothing.

Turning her head, she saw that her cup of taro boba had somehow ended up in Jiang Ye's hands, and the guy was casually sucking on the straw, enjoying himself immensely.

"Hey! Why are you drinking my water?!"

"Huh? Yours?"

Jiang Ye seemed to just realize something, looked down at the milk tea in his hand, and had a look of sudden realization:

"Oh, no wonder it tastes so much better than mine! It's sweet but not cloying, fragrant and delicious... Did you secretly spit in it?"

"..."

Ye Cheng's lips twitched violently twice, and she rubbed her forehead speechlessly: "I take back what I just said... In the realm of perverts, that Zhang guy is as pure as a white flower in front of you!"

Jiang Ye slurped up the last few pearls and taro paste at the bottom of the cup in one gulp, smacked his lips contentedly, and threw the empty cup into the trash can next to him.

"What's our relationship? Sharing a cup of milk tea is fun! It's interaction! How can it be compared to those perverted people who use moral blackmail? They're not even on the same level!"

He stood up, dusted himself off, and waved his hand triumphantly: "Let's go! Let's act on behalf of heaven and get our mistress out of this predicament!"