Zhong Ling leaned half her body over the iron railing of Mu Changge's bed.
Her usual playful demeanor was completely gone, replaced by a serious expression.
The gaze of the female university student was filled with a determined intensity.
"Changge, I'm not trying to pry into your private life just to make fun of you."
Zhong Ling deliberately lowered her voice, her fingers gripping the edge of the bedsheet tightly.
"The flashy world of Shanghai is too complicated. I'm just afraid you'll get deceived in a moment of impulsiveness."
"Those rich young men outside, there's hardly a good one among them."
As she spoke, she glanced back at Fang Jinse.
"If you really encounter some urgent need for money, the four of us in the dorm can sit down and figure out a way to help."
She leaned closer to the blanket.
"You don't even buy a decent bottle of shampoo for yourself, don't go doing something reckless on your own."
Fang Jinse stood behind, nodding vigorously in agreement.
Mu Changge buried herself completely under the soft blanket.
From within the thick quilt came her muffled voice, tinged with a mix of anger and grievance.
"Zhong Ling, if you say one more word today, I'll apply to Sister Man to change dorms tomorrow."
With those words, the air fell silent.
Zhong Ling wisely shut her mouth, making a zipping motion across her lips.
She knew Mu Changge's temper all too well.
Though she seemed gentle on the outside, she was fiercely strong-willed at heart.
If pushed further, Mu Changge might really pack up and leave.
Zhong Ling slowly withdrew, exchanging a meaningful glance with Fang Jinse.
The two girls' eyes met in mid-air, sparking countless silent fireworks.
The old wooden door of the dorm, warped from years of humidity, had a broken hinge, leaving a gap two fingers wide.
Zhou Zhiqing, who had just finished washing clothes in the communal bathroom at the end of the corridor, was about to return to her dorm.
As she passed by, the not-so-quiet voices from inside reached her ears.
She clearly heard the women inside talking about clothes worth tens of thousands.
And then, the next second, she heard about someone not returning all night.
Zhou Zhiqing's usually brisk steps slowed down uncontrollably.
She cautiously approached the door gap.
Boldly, she pressed her right ear against the peeling, rusty door frame.
Inside the dorm, the conversation became crystal clear.
She could even hear Zhong Ling's heavy breathing from excitement.
In those brief minutes of eavesdropping, she caught several explosive words.
Something about a high-end silk dress costing sixty-eight thousand.
Something about the wrong size of underwear.
Even red marks left by a man.
Zhou Zhiqing's breathing quickened.
She swiftly pieced together these fragmented yet shocking words into a complete, scandalous drama in her mind.
As the dorm gradually quieted down, she carefully lifted her heels, tiptoeing away like a stealthy mouse.
From start to finish, she didn't dare breathe loudly, afraid of making any noise that would shatter the juicy gossip she had stumbled upon.
Back in her own dorm, Zhou Zhiqing locked the door behind her.
She tossed the laundry basket onto the cluttered desk. Get faster updates on g.com.
She plopped down on the chair, her face brimming with the excitement of catching someone out.
The boys at Shanghai University were usually blind, constantly pining after the aloof Mu Changge.
Who would've thought she could be so disgraceful behind the scenes?
Eagerly, she pulled out her iPhone from her pajama pocket.
Her fingers quickly unlocked the screen and found Zhao Zixuan's chat at the top.
Zhou Zhiqing and Zhao Zixuan had grown up together in the same compound as childhood sweethearts.
During high school, they often sneaked out to watch movies and had already planned in noisy KTV rooms.
They were just waiting to go public with their relationship once they entered this university.
But Zhao Zixuan's heart changed faster than a chameleon changes color.
On his first day at university, he saw the photos of the Four Campus Belles on the campus forum, and his heart was instantly captivated.
Just last week, he even warned her under the cafeteria building to maintain a normal classmate relationship at school.
Thinking of that disdainful look, Zhou Zhiqing gritted her teeth.
She stared at the chat window on her phone screen.
If Zhao Zixuan knew that the pure campus belle he longed for couldn't even talk to him...
Actually spent last night with another man and came back covered in marks...
Zhou Zhiqing's thumbs quickly typed out a message on the keyboard.
"Brother Xuan, I accidentally overheard a fight in Mu Changge's dorm today. She didn't come back last night."
"And she returned wearing branded clothes worth tens of thousands, with marks left by a man."
She read the message twice, feeling it was too revealing of her emotions, and quickly deleted it.
She began to ponder over what kind of words could provoke Zhao Zixuan.
To make him see the true colors of these so-called campus belles and come back to her.
Meanwhile, in Mu Changge's dorm, the atmosphere finally calmed down.
Su Banxia had been sitting quietly on her small stool, watching the other two roommates settle down.
She quietly stood up, walked to her desk, and opened a drawer containing a few cheap skincare products.
Stopping by Mu Changge's bed, she silently looked at her roommate, who still had her head covered with the blanket.
Su Banxia didn't pull the blanket away but took out a small flat plastic jar from her pocket.
She gently placed the aloe vera gel, bought for nine yuan and ninety cents from the pharmacy, on the uncovered part of Mu Changge's bedsheet by her pillow.
Mu Changge had been tense, watching the situation outside through a gap in the blanket.
She immediately recognized the aloe vera gel.
Mu Changge felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly by a rough hand.
Su Banxia bent down slightly, bringing her mouth close to the gap in the blanket.
In a whisper only the two of them could hear, she murmured softly.
"Apply this when you shower tonight. Aloe vera gel is the quickest for fading those red marks."
After saying this, she didn't wait for any reaction from Mu Changge and quietly returned to her place.
Meanwhile, over in Lujiazui.
Su Mu drove the eye-catching Porsche 911, swaggering into the pristine underground garage of Tomson Riviera.
Dressed in the high-end casual wear he bought that morning, he took the private elevator up to the penthouse apartment in good spirits.
As soon as he pushed open the heavy door with the fingerprint lock, the cool air from the central air conditioning greeted him.
Su Mu casually tossed the car keys onto the entryway cabinet and changed into soft-soled slippers, walking into the spacious living room that could host a soccer game.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the large glass coffee table in the center of the living room. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Where there was once empty glass, now sat a neatly folded white towel.
The towel's edges were folded as precisely as a block of tofu, looking even tidier than what the cleaning lady could manage.
Beside the towel was a square note torn from a notepad.
Su Mu raised an eyebrow and leisurely walked over to pick up the note.
The note bore a line of neat yet slightly awkward handwriting.
The towel and shirt have been washed and dried. Thank you for yesterday.
The signature was a hastily written "Mu."
Su Mu stared at the note for a moment, unable to suppress a smile.
This woman was quite interesting, truly fitting for the role of "Personal Living Assistant."
He gently crumpled the fragrant note into a ball with his fingers.
With a casual flick of his wrist, the paper ball arced through the air, landing perfectly in the corner's smart sensor trash can.
But just as the paper ball hit its mark, a familiar blue glow suddenly lit up his retina.
A semi-transparent system notification panel popped up without warning.
[Detected that target Mu Changge has actively demonstrated behavior related to personal care.]
[System determines this behavior aligns with early signs of the target's hidden attribute.]
[Congratulations, host. Current target development progress increased by 5%.]
Su Mu stared at the lines of text, stunned.
He felt as if three giant question marks were hovering over his head.
He found the internal mechanism of this broken system's progress calculation truly bizarre.
Even in that high-end fitting room, when he helped her with the zipper stuck on the netting.
He hadn't even properly touched the scenery beneath that layer of fabric.
To know that the Porsche's Han Yaotiao's development progress was only at 10%.
Yet Mu Changge's progress bar had already surpassed it.
Was she the kind of rare existence that could self-progress without any special effort?
Su Mu lazily walked over to the leather sofa that could fit three people, throwing himself onto it.
He now seriously suspected that this broken system had some backdoor he wasn't aware of,
Or perhaps this Iceberg Campus Belle had an inherent tendency for self-progression.
He opened his eyes, staring at the system panel's still-censored hidden attribute for a while.
In fact, when the system indicated that Mu Changge's emotions included pride in that fitting room during the day, he was already puzzled.
Putting these two things together, along with the system's mention of personal care behavior.
He could roughly guess the so-called hidden attribute of Mu Changge and the shortcut for development.
However, he rested his head on the sofa's backrest, completely uninterested in delving into it.
After all, with his daily small goals being met on time, why bother with someone else's thoughts?
Moreover, given Mu Changge's current situation, she definitely couldn't escape his grasp.
Putting this matter aside, as Su Mu pondered what big toy to reward himself with tomorrow, his phone screen suddenly lit up.
He picked up the phone and glanced at it; it was a WeChat message from Wang Hao.
"Suzi, why haven't I seen you around this weekend?"
Before Su Mu could reply, a second message popped up.
"Wanqing Senior posted a notice in the Student Union group, saying there's a Freshman Tea Party at the activity center the day after tomorrow."
"She specifically invited me this time and asked me to bring my roommates along."