I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

Chen Fei looked at her awkward appearance, where she clearly had no experience but insisted on imitating the "domineering CEO" routine, and wanted to laugh, but also felt... that she was indeed being manipulated.

He sighed helplessly and nodded: "What's wrong with looking at this? You can look if you want."

He took out his phone, unlocked it, opened WeChat, found his chat history with Lu Ziyue, and handed it over.

Anyway, there really wasn't anything between him and Lu Ziyue, and the photos were sent by her on her own initiative, so he had a clear conscience.

Jiang Che took the phone, swiped his finger across the screen, and looked at it carefully.

The photos Lu Ziyue posted were indeed quite revealing, showing the young girl's body under carefully arranged lighting, conveying a carefully designed sense of innocent sensuality.

Even as a woman herself, Jiang Che had to admit that the girl in the photo was beautiful, with skin that was enviable.

Especially her translucent, fair, and delicate skin—it's so much better than my skin, which occasionally breaks out from long hours of overtime work.

Her fingertips paused for a moment, then she flipped through the pages again and suddenly saw Meng Sixian's cosplay photos. She frowned slightly. Why was there another girl she didn't recognize?

Jiang Che looked up at Chen Fei and asked curiously, "Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi...do you know them?"

"I know everyone except Lu Ziyue," Chen Fei answered truthfully, there was nothing to hide.

Jiang Che nodded and handed the phone back to Chen Fei: "What do Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi think? I mean, what about the fact that there are other girls around you besides me?"

She paused, carefully choosing her words for a few seconds, before continuing:

"Although I feel that given their personalities, they probably wouldn't mind, I still have to ask just to be on the safe side."

Otherwise, if we accidentally say or do something wrong next time we meet, it would be awkward for everyone. After all, we might be working and living close by in the future.

Chen Fei took the phone but didn't put it away immediately.

Seeing Jiang Che's earnest questioning, he knew that this was an unavoidable question and a good opportunity to discuss it openly.

He organized his thoughts and said seriously, "You're not mistaken. When they confessed to me, they made all of this clear. Shen Shaoting believes in living in the moment and being happy, while Lin Jingyi just wants to be with me."

"And what about you?" Chen Fei asked Jiang Che after finishing his sentence. "What's your opinion? You said you don't mind, but is there any bottom line or expectation behind this 'not minding'?"

He threw the question back at Jiang Che, giving him space to express his needs and establish rules.

Jiang Che was silent for a moment, his fingers unconsciously digging into the rough armrest of the sofa, before slowly saying:

My "not minding" is based on the fact that I know what I want.

What I want is to build a business together with you and realize my dream of making clothes.

At the same time, I also have feelings for you and want to experience what it's like to be in a relationship.

These two points, at present, do not seem to conflict entirely with the presence of other people around you.

She spoke slowly and logically, and her self-analysis was very clear:

"I don't need you to be with me all the time, nor do I need you to claim to others that I'm the only one for you. But I need respect, I need you to treat me as an equal and important person."

They are a reliable partner at work and a serious romantic interest.

I don't care about how you interact with them in private, but when it comes to my part, such as our relationship, our company's cooperation, and my feelings, you must be honest and take me seriously.

They shouldn't treat me casually or make me suffer just because they exist.

Chen Fei understood and breathed a sigh of relief.

This side of Jiang Che made him feel that he was more real and easier to get along with.

"I understand." He nodded and said solemnly, "I will do it. Respect, honesty, I will take you seriously, don't worry."

Looking at his serious expression, Jiang Che recalled the photos from earlier, and her competitive spirit and possessiveness began to resurface.

She gave a soft hum, her tone shifting back to teasing: "Thinking about it this way, the competition is pretty fierce. First there's the Shen Shaoting and Lin Jingyi sisters, and then there's Lu Ziyue posting her private cosplay photos. I need to figure out how to become the boss."

Chen Fei felt this topic was difficult to respond to, so he could only give a dry laugh and prepare to put his phone away, ending this increasingly dangerous conversation.

Just then—

He felt a sudden force coming from his side!

Caught off guard, I instantly lost my balance and fell backward!

With a muffled thud, he sank solidly into the old sofa.

Although the fabric sofa was old, the filling was still quite thick. It caught him, raising a small cloud of dust.

Chen Fei was a little dazed from the impact. Just as he was about to sit up, a figure pressed down on him.

Jiang Che straddled him, using his body and weight to firmly trap him between the sofa and himself.

Chen Fei sank into the soft sofa, finding it difficult to exert any force.

He could guess what Jiang Che was planning, but now Li Yunyao also had a key to the place, and he had entrusted her with finding a renovation team. She could come over at any time to take photos and document the event.

If they see this, wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing?!

"Hey, don't do this, wait a minute..." He had just opened his mouth when a cool hand covered his mouth.

Jiang Che looked down at him, his breathing a little rapid, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"You've seen Lu Ziyue's private photos, why don't you take a look at mine in person?" Her voice trembled slightly, but she didn't loosen her grip on her hand, while her other hand began to move.

She first roughly tore off her coat and threw it casually on the ground.

Then she unbuttoned her shirt and took it off, revealing a black spaghetti strap bra with lace trim underneath, exposing a large expanse of fair skin.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in through the skylight, casting dappled shadows on her.

Then, she released her hand from Chen Fei's mouth, but without giving him a chance to speak, she pressed his two arms, which he was trying to raise, onto the sofa.

She leaned down, brought her breath close to his ear, and said, word by word, "I'm wearing black stockings under my jeans."

After saying that, just like during that video call, she silenced Chen Fei once again.

Chen Fei's mind went blank for a moment, and his gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

Because of their close position, he could clearly feel the completely different texture of the silk underneath her tight jeans.

She really wore it... and at this time, in this place, in this way...

Jiang Che took in Chen Fei's absent-mindedness and tense body, and his desire to "control" him surged to an unprecedented level.

She found herself starting to enjoy the feeling of forcing the other person; she had too many things to consider in her daily work and life, and too much restraint.

Now, this purely primal behavior makes her heart race, her blood boil, and she experiences an extraordinary sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

Just as she saw the panic surging in Chen Fei's eyes, and decided to take this moment to take a further step—an action she had considered countless times but never put into practice—

"Click".

A soft sound came from behind them.

The door was pushed open.

Jiang Che's body stiffened abruptly, all his movements stopped instantly, and he slowly turned his head to look towards the door.

Chen Fei turned his head in the direction of her gaze.

The door that Jiang Che had just locked from the inside was now being pushed open from the outside.

A familiar face, with a hint of doubt and inquiry, appeared behind the crack in the door.

With her short, neat hair and clear eyes, it was Li Yunyao.

She seemed surprised by what she saw behind the door—coats and shirts scattered haphazardly on the floor, Jiang Che straddling Chen Fei in only a tank top, and Chen Fei with a complex expression...

Time seemed to stand still.

Six eyes met.

The air was deathly still, with only dust motes dancing silently and wildly in that slanted beam of light.

Li Yunyao swallowed hard. She used to work in the atmosphere-building team at a bar, so she'd seen this kind of scene before, but this time the other party was her boss.

A mixture of embarrassment, helplessness, and a strong survival instinct—a feeling of "should I just disappear?"—left her frozen at the doorway.

Jiang Che's face turned increasingly red at a visible speed; she could even hear the buzzing sound of her blood rushing to her head.

Chen Fei closed his eyes and took a deep, deep breath.

Very well. Now, it's really hard to explain.