Shen Meng was a bit surprised when she followed Yang Hui to his Mercedes-Benz E-Class.
’Driving a Mercedes E-Class at his age... he’s definitely winning at life.’
He pulled open the car door, and the scent of cedarwood from the vehicle’s fragrance system wafted out. It mixed with the perfume from her hair, mingling in the enclosed space. On the center console, a quartz clock reflected the faint blue glow of the instrument panel.
Shen Meng sat in the passenger seat, and Yang Hui reached over to help her fasten her seatbelt.
"I can get it myself, thanks!"
His phone buzzed with a message. He opened it and saw it was from Liu Shasha. ’This girl must be getting antsy.’
It was a voice message. While fastening his seatbelt, he tried to convert it to text, but he accidentally pressed too hard and played it out loud.
And at that moment, his phone had already connected to the car’s Bluetooth.
"Yang Dingtian, President Yang, I’ve been waiting for you."
The voice was coquettish and whiny, and the atmosphere in the car instantly became awkward.
He skillfully started the car, turned the steering wheel, and smoothly pulled out from the company’s lot.
"Why does she call you Yang Dingtian?"
Shen Meng found the name strange. She had glanced at his phone screen; his WeChat name was clearly Yang Hui, not Yang Dingtian.
"It’s just a joke. She thinks I’m some kind of hero who can hold up the heavens, so she calls me Yang Dingtian."
Shen Meng gave him a suspicious look, unconvinced. ’With a voice that coy,’ she thought, ’she’s probably not saying you can hold up the sky. More like she wants you to... plow the earth.’
But she didn’t press the issue. After all, she didn’t know Yang Hui well—even though he’d already done something quite intimate and seen practically everything.
Through their small talk on the road, Yang Hui learned that Shen Meng was also new to the company. She had originally interviewed for a Retail Supervisor position, but the company was just starting to form a livestreaming team at the time, so she was recommended for that instead.
After learning about the salary for a supervisor at Futong Commerce, she felt that being a livestream host offered more potential. Besides, everyone was talking about "online + offline" models these days, so she thought she’d give it a try.
"Well, that was a happy accident. You really are suited to be a livestream host."
Shen Meng smiled and shook her head. "With my monthly sales figures, how can I be considered a qualified host? My sales for a whole month are less than what others make in a day, or even what a top streamer earns in a minute."
"That’s different. You’re the real deal. A lot of those other streamers have inflated numbers. Trust me, with the traffic boost and consumer subsidies from Xinyue Group this time, we’re going to have a huge success."
"I hope so. I’ll hold you to that. If I make more from this than I do at the company, I’ll treat you to dinner!"
Yang Hui glanced in the rearview mirror, a smug look on his face. ’And just like that, she has a reason to spend money on me.’
While waiting at a red light, Yang Hui admired Shen Meng in the passenger seat from the corner of his eye.
The pleats of her JK skirt had ridden up slightly, revealing a section of her snow-white thigh. Her skin looked even more radiant against the dark seat.
She shifted her position, crossing her legs. The hem of her skirt barely covered the top of her thighs, yet it still gave off a faint, almost imperceptible allure.
Perhaps sensing his burning gaze, she realized her skirt had ridden up when she got in the car, exposing her pale legs. She quickly grabbed the hem and pulled it down, trying to cover her thighs.
"Your car is so comfortable," she said, seemingly trying to dispel the charged atmosphere. Her fingertips unconsciously traced the stitching on the side of the seat. Her gaze swept over the quartz clock on the center console and the Burmester speaker grilles before returning to her own pointed toes. The delicate straps of her high heels wound around her ankles, accentuating the slender lines of her calves.
The cedarwood scent from the car’s fragrance system, mixed with the faint perfume from her body, quietly spread through the small space.
When they arrived at Xinyue Square and were about to take the escalator upstairs, Yang Hui suddenly stopped her. "Let’s take the elevator."
"Why?"
Shen Meng didn’t understand. They were already at the escalator, so why walk so far to find an elevator? Besides, you had to wait for elevators.
"You’re wearing a skirt. It’s easy for someone to look up it."
Shen Meng blushed deeply. She knew he was worried about people being able to see up her skirt from below. At the same time, she chided, "Do I look like an idiot to you? Of course I’m wearing safety shorts under my skirt."
’Ah, right. Forgot about that anti-perv Divine Artifact.’
"Let’s take the elevator anyway. Running into those kinds of creeps is disgusting."
Shen Meng didn’t say anything, but she followed his suggestion. ’This guy is such a male chauvinist,’ she thought. ’And so possessive.’
They went up to the first floor. There was a beverage shop opposite the elevator, and feeling a bit thirsty, he said, "Shen Meng, what do you want? I’ll go buy us some juice."
Shen Meng smiled. "Let me get it. You’re helping me expand my business, so it’s my treat."
Yang Hui’s eyes lit up. "Okay!"
He agreed so readily that Shen Meng was taken aback for a moment. She even started to suspect that his earlier offer to buy her juice was just a polite gesture and he never really meant it.
’A male chauvinist like him... how could he let a girl treat him at a time like this? How could he let a girl stand in line? Shouldn’t you be rushing to get in line and pay?’
’This guy is so different from my other pursuers. He obviously looks like a seasoned player, so how is this his game?’
She grumbled about Yang Hui in her head as she went to stand in line.
’My offering to treat you to juice, and you agreeing so eagerly for me to treat you, are two completely different things!’
How could she know that Yang Hui was calculating his mission progress? A cup of juice wasn’t worth much, but it was a good start, wasn’t it?
’Get Shen Meng to treat me once, and she’ll get used to it.’
After a short while, she came back holding two fruit teas and handed one to him.
"It’s lemon-flavored. This one’s called Peach-Lemon. I think it suits you."
He took it, wondering if she was subtly calling him a womanizer—the "peach" in the name a jab at his love life. But he had no proof, so he couldn’t call her out on it.
Just then, a system notification chimed:
[System task-bound individual Shen Meng has spent 30 yuan for the host. Activating random multiplier for spending rebate.]
Then he saw a spinning wheel appear in the system, its numbers turning from 10 all the way to 100. It was only 30 yuan, so he didn’t really care. Whether it was 10x or 100x, it wouldn’t make a huge difference to him.
The real significance of this moment was that he had finally made his first "sale." The Long March had finally taken its first step.
Finally, the wheel stopped. ’No way, it’s actually 100x!’
[Spending Rebate Random Multiplier: 100x
Spending Rebate Amount: 3,000 yuan
Mission Progress: 30/50,000]
"I treat you to a juice, so why are you looking at me so reproachfully, as if I’ve done something terrible to you?"
Shen Meng was utterly baffled by the look he was giving her.
"I was just thinking it would have been better if you’d treated me to Maotai instead of juice."
She rolled her eyes. "Treat you to Maotai? Look at my meager income. Do I look like I can afford that?"
"Don’t worry, you have me. I’m willing to be the man behind you!"
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