Shen Meng was breathing hard, her face flushed crimson.
'Yang Hui was so naughty. His hand kept trying to slip further inside. If we weren't in the car, he would have gotten his way.'
"Goodnight," she said, quickly getting out of the car. Even the air inside was thick with a charged, amorous tension.
Only then did Yang Hui have time to open his system messages:
[System task-bound individual, Shen Meng, has spent 420 yuan on behalf of the Host. Activating random multiplier for spending rebate.]
The wheel finally stopped. 80x!
[Spending Rebate Random Multiplier: 80x
Spending Rebate Amount: 33,600 yuan
Task Completion Progress: 2,370 / 50,000]
From today's livestream, Shen Meng would earn a 24,000 yuan commission, so she had specially ordered a couple of extra dishes tonight. Well, well, she'd just earned back the money Yang Hui spent on her bag.
When she got home and was changing her shoes in the entryway, she heard Wu Min shout from inside, "Shen Meng, have you eaten yet?"
"Look what time it is. Of course you've already eaten."
Wu Min was lying on the sofa. Hearing her, she yelled, "My mom went back to her hometown. You were just afraid you'd have to cook if you came back, weren't you? Because of you, I had to go downstairs and eat rice noodles and liangpi for dinner."
Shen Meng explained, "I ate with Yang Hui after my stream tonight."
She was trying to explain that she wasn't avoiding cooking, but the moment Wu Min heard Yang Hui's name, she shot upright. "Who paid?"
Shen Meng rolled her eyes. 'Wu Min is completely obsessed. Every time I eat with Yang Hui, she has to ask who paid, as if she's determined to prove he's a total cheapskate.'
"I paid. I'll be paying from now on, so you don't have to ask anymore."
"Hmph, hmph. Yang Hui really knows his numbers. A Ballon Bleu watch and a pile of skincare products to land such a pretty girlfriend, and he even gets a long-term meal ticket out of it. What a worthwhile investment."
"Cousin, why do you always insist on assuming the worst about Yang Hui? Is your hobby being an internet hater?"
Wu Min craned her neck, texting someone on her new iPhone. "I just want to expose him for the cheapskate he is. Any money he spends is just an investment for a bigger payoff."
Shen Meng finished changing her shoes and was about to head to her room to put her things down, too lazy to get into a verbal spat with Wu Min.
"Hey, what's that in your hand?"
Wu Min's gaze froze for a second on the Gucci Sylvie bag in Shen Meng's hand. Under the entryway light, the golden buckle on its signature red and blue web stripe refracted a dazzling glare.
"Is that new?" The three words were squeezed from her throat, her voice cracking with a sharp edge.
"Mhm, Yang Hui bought it for me."
Shen Meng didn't normally like to show off, but after what her cousin had just said, she decided to say it anyway. She wanted to show Wu Min that Yang Hui wasn't the kind of person she thought he was.
Wu Min's eyes narrowed. After a long moment, she spat, "He could clearly live off his looks as a pretty boy, so why does he insist on pretending to be a rich tycoon?"
"Cousin, you're a little twisted."
Shen Meng went back to her room and hung up the purse. After grabbing her pajamas, she was about to take a shower when Wu Min walked in.
"What do you want?"
"I'm going to take a picture to show Wang Hua. Do you have the receipt? I'll snap a picture of it, too."
'Sigh...' Shen Meng shook her head. 'Poor Wang Hua. I can't imagine what kind of ridicule he's in for from Wu Min this time.'
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When Yang Hui got home, the little girl was in her room doing homework, and Wenren Meng was busy with chores in the living room.
The coffee table was so clean it shined, yet she still wiped it several times a day. Yang Hui began to suspect she was a neat freak.
"President Yang, you're back?"
Yang Hui nodded and sat down on the sofa, but his eyes followed the young housekeeper's busy form. A patch of her cotton loungewear was damp, clinging to her waist. As she wiped the coffee table, it traced the faint, alluring line of her waist—
Her cuffs were rolled up from the movement, revealing wrists with bones as defined as the gilded lines on a wood carving—slender, yet hinting at a surprising strength.
Yang Hui's gaze was unconsciously drawn downward. As Wenren Meng bent over to wipe the coffee table, the collar of her cotton loungewear drooped. With her energetic scrubbing of a stubborn stain, the curve of her chest traced a dizzying trajectory. They swung back and forth like two globes. His Adam's apple bobbed. The financial magazine in his hands hadn't been turned for a long time.
Fine beads of sweat pooled in the hollows of her collarbones, visible at the edge of her collar, rising and falling with each breath. He let out a dry cough, stood up, and retreated to his room.
'Having a beautiful young housekeeper at home... I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse,' he thought. 'Pleasing to the eye, but I'm burning with desire.'
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「Futong Commerce」
The office was buzzing today. Rumor had it that this year's salary adjustments would be finalized, with an email announcement after work detailing who would get a raise and for how much.
Ji Kun had been a nervous wreck since the morning, constantly glancing over at Yang Hui. He even made eye contact a few times, thinking, 'The boss has to call me in for a chat, right?' But to his dismay, Yang Hui didn't acknowledge him at all.
A knot formed in Ji Kun's stomach. This was not a good sign.
'Yesterday, the boss said we'd definitely get a raise of at least 1,000 yuan. But the results are coming out today, and he hasn't mentioned a word. News is already spreading among the other teams; some people already know they're getting raises.'
'Looks like he couldn't get it approved by the company. He probably feels like he failed to deliver on his promise, and that's why he's not telling us. Sigh... he only just got here. It's already impressive that he's been getting us monthly bonuses. We can't be too greedy.'
After giving himself a little pep talk, Ji Kun went back to his work, absent-minded. He no longer held any expectations for the evening's email.
But his colleagues in the group chat wouldn't give him any peace. Other than Zhu Jing and Ji Kun, the rest of the team was out of town on business today, so they were chatting freely.
[Xu Guang: Ji Kun, I heard you talked to the boss about raises yesterday and practically went to war for it. What was the verdict? The email comes out today!]
[Xiang Ling: Yeah, exactly! Our team has the lowest base salary. Logically, they should give us at least 500 yuan this year. Ji Kun, you got any news?]
[Han Ya: If you ask me, you're asking the wrong person. What's the point of asking Ji Kun? You should be asking Zhu Jing. She's the boss's favorite. He's always backing her from behind.]
[Zhu Jing: Han Ya, you're so dead! Believe it or not, I'll go tattle to the boss right now and make sure you don't get a single cent.]
[Ji Kun: Zhu Jing, does that mean you have news? Are we getting raises?]
[Zhu Jing: I didn't ask. I know that originally, there were no plans for our team to get raises. I don't know what the situation is now.]
"It's over. There's no hope, then. If President Li never planned on it, talking to him would've been useless anyway."
"Yeah, President Li is so biased. Are we at Airex all treated like stepchildren?"
[Zhu Jing: Don't be so discouraged, you guys. Let's just wait for the email tonight. Until it's official, everything is just speculation.]
[Han Ya: I just can't stand how unfair it is. I'm on a business trip with a supervisor from Erke, and she said their boss confirmed they're each getting a 500 yuan raise. It was decided a long time ago.]
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