When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

Chen Yang was awakened by a heavy feeling.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a brilliant gold, like molten gold covering his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a delicate orchid-like fragrance wafted into his nostrils, clearing his muddled mind somewhat.

He looked down and, lo and behold, Katyusha was wrapped around him like an octopus, using both her arms and legs.

A smooth, long leg lay unguarded across his waist, the hem of her clothes rolled up to a dangerous position, her other hand still tightly gripping his arm, her head resting on his shoulder, fast asleep.

The heating in the carriage was on full blast, and the girl's body felt like a small furnace, radiating amazing heat and a soft touch even through the thin fabric.

Chen Yang's body froze instantly.

At the prime of his life, and for the first time in many years, he had such intimate contact with a woman, who was also a stunning beauty.

He felt like he was about to lose control of his nosebleed.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't look at, don't look at what you shouldn't look at..." Chen Yang muttered to himself, but his eyes couldn't look away.

That sleeping posture is a bit too unrestrained, isn't it? Is this the style of the fighting nation?

He carefully tried to move her legs apart, but as soon as he did, Katyusha whimpered twice in her sleep and hugged him even tighter, muttering something indistinctly in Russian.

Chen Yang is now fluent in Russian and can understand it.

She said, "Meat...my roast meat..."

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated. So they mistook him for a big pork knuckle?

As he was debating whether to continue being a gentleman or... cough cough, enjoy this rare "perk," Katyusha's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and she opened her eyes.

Those sapphire-like eyes were initially somewhat confused, but they lit up instantly after seeing Chen Yang so close to them.

"Hungry!"

One word, crisp and decisive, shattered all the romantic atmosphere.

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of loss.

He sat up and cleared his throat: "Wait here, I'll order breakfast."

He pressed the call button by the bedside.

Soon, footsteps echoed down the corridor. The train conductor, whose face changed faster than flipping through a book yesterday, pushed open the door and entered with a professional smile: "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?"

"Bring over breakfast, the best of it." Chen Yang waved his hand.

The train conductor's smile froze for a moment, turning somewhat awkward: "Sir, this is unfortunate. The milk and bread in our dining car have all been bought up by the guests in the compartment next to yours. Now... now all that's left is instant noodles."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the next private room was flung open with a "whoosh," and the fat man with the gold chain from yesterday walked out, carrying a steaming cup of milk and a sausage dangling from his mouth. He deliberately bragged loudly to the heavily made-up woman next to him:

"Honey, caviar is only truly authentic when served with hot milk! See? It's good to be rich; you can eat whatever you want! Unlike some penniless people who probably can't even afford instant noodles!"

As the fat man spoke, he glanced at Chen Yang with a provocative look, his smugness practically shoving into Chen Yang's face.

This fat guy must have been provoked by something, because he booked a private room last night too.

Chen Yang's temper flared up instantly.

Damn it, you haven't had enough of being slapped in the face yesterday, have you?

Katyusha also heard the noise. She poked her little head out of the bed and stared longingly at the milk and sausage in the fat man's hand. Her stomach rumbled twice, much to her dismay.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Chen Yang's anger instantly turned into rage.

You can bully me, but you can't bully my wife!

Chen Yang expressionlessly took out his phone, pulled up the payment code, and handed it directly to the train conductor who was caught in a dilemma.

Show me your personal payment QR code.

The train conductor was taken aback: "Huh? Mr. Chen, this isn't according to the rules..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Yang's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority. "If I tell you to shine, then shine."

The train conductor instinctively took out his phone and pulled up the payment QR code.

"drop--"

Chen Yang scanned the code, entered the numbers, and confirmed with his fingerprint.

"Alipay payment received, 2,000 yuan."

A crisp, mechanical female voice rang out in the quiet corridor.

The fat man stopped picking his teeth.

The train conductor stared wide-eyed at the string of zeros on his phone screen. A round trip on this train only earned him a little over three thousand yuan in salary and bonuses. And now, with this one scan, almost half a month's wages were in his hands?

"Brother...brother, this..." The train conductor stammered.

Listen carefully.

"While you're in the parking lot for these twenty minutes, go down and buy it for me. I want the best fresh milk, freshly baked bread, and if you have caviar, get me two boxes too. This two thousand dollars is your errand fee; I'll charge you for the goods separately. Can you do that?"

"Okay! Don't worry, brother! I promise I'll handle it perfectly!"

The train conductor bent over at a ninety-degree angle instantly, his face plastered with a fawning smile. He grabbed the two thousand yuan and, as if injected with adrenaline, turned and dashed off towards another carriage.

That speed was faster than a rabbit's.

The fat guy next door was completely dumbfounded. He forgot to drink the milk in his hand, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at Chen Yang.

This kid... isn't he a penniless pauper? How come he just casually pulls out two thousand dollars as a tip?

Chen Yang sneered, not even bothering to look at him again, and turned to close the door of the private room.

"Wait, something delicious will be ready soon," he said to Katyusha.

Katyusha nodded obediently, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

In less than ten minutes, the train conductor returned carrying a huge tray, sweating profusely.

On the tray, there was not only fresh milk, but also freshly baked Russian rye bread, several different kinds of imported ham, and even a small box of red caviar and butter.

"Brother, here's what you ordered! Try it, it's absolutely fresh!" The train conductor bowed and scraped as he placed the items on the small table.

"Hmm, well done." Chen Yang nodded in satisfaction.

Katyusha couldn't wait any longer and grabbed a glass of milk, taking a big gulp.

Then, her delicate brows furrowed.

"It doesn't taste good," she commented in Russian. "It's not as good as the milk from Peter the cow at home; it's too watery."

Chen Yang was stunned. What? They have dairy cows at home? And one named Peter?

He didn't think much of it at the time, assuming that the girl was just a refugee who was homesick and had started being picky about food.

"You should be grateful to have something to drink, drink up!" He pushed the cup back to him, half-commanding and half-coaxing.

[Ding! Daily feeding successful, triggering a small rebate, rebate multiplied by 10! 20,000 yuan deposited!]

Hearing the voice in his mind, Chen Yang was overjoyed.

He was happily looking at the incoming payment notification on his phone when there was another knock on the door of the private room.

This time, it was the train conductor, a middle-aged man in a crisp uniform, followed by the same train attendant from before.

"Sir, I'm so sorry!" The train conductor bowed and apologized as soon as he entered. "It was our poor service that neglected our valued guest! I have severely criticized the relevant staff, and, to express our apology, your meal is on the house!"

Chen Yang knew that it was definitely the two thousand yuan tip that had the effect.

He waved his hand: "No need, this won't happen again."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The train conductor nodded repeatedly, then turned and shouted into the corridor, "And the passenger next door, please keep quiet! Don't disturb other passengers' rest! If this happens again, we will take serious action against you according to passenger regulations!"

In the hallway, the fat man was about to peek out and curse a few words when he heard this. His face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and in the end, he reluctantly closed the door.

Chen Yang felt incredibly relieved.

He was in a great mood and planned to have breakfast before taking a nap.

But just as he lay down, the door to the private room was suddenly banged loudly!

The force was so great that the entire door panel was shaking.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of several drunken men shouting and cursing in Russian could be heard outside.

"Open the door! I know there's a pretty girl hiding inside!"

"Damn it, stop pretending to be so high and mighty! Hand over that girl and have a drink with us!"