Hmm...
Jiang Ye rubbed his chin, his eyes flickering.
Doing a mission isn't shameful!
This woman has a habit of taking off her shoes as soon as she gets in the car. So if she accidentally loses a sock while drunk, or takes it off because it's uncomfortable, that's reasonable and logical, right?
Yes, very reasonable!
After convincing himself, he cautiously looked around to ensure it was late at night and no one was watching. He leaned over, held Ye Cheng's ankle, gently lifted her leg, hooked his finger into the sock's edge, and pulled it down lightly—
A short sock came off.
He casually stuffed the sock into his jacket pocket and immediately focused his mind to check the mission panel.
[Monthly Gentleman Mission: Collect three items of clothing worn by different women with a charm score above 85. (1/3)]
The progress bar indeed changed from 0 to 1!
Jiang Ye was delighted. It seemed that this seemingly perverted mission wasn't too difficult to execute!
As long as the target is right, there are more solutions than problems!
Feeling relieved, his gaze unconsciously fell back on Ye Cheng's bare left foot.
To be honest, this woman's feet were quite pretty.
Small and delicate, with a graceful arch, rounded and neat toes, and skin that appeared fair and delicate even in the dim light. If only...
!!!
Damn!
Jiang Ye!
What are you thinking?
He snapped back to reality, harshly scolding himself internally.
It must be a side effect of the mission!
Damn system, its intentions are despicable! Trying to corrupt my moral compass like this!
Jiang Ye was instantly furious!
To express his indignation at the system's evil intentions and to punish himself for his momentary wicked thoughts, he suddenly reached out and, with a "smack," grabbed Ye Cheng's smooth left ankle.
Hmm, slightly cool and delicate... quite soft.
Jiang Ye gently placed her leg back into its previous sleeping position.
Sleep, sleep! Tomorrow, I'll have a good talk with this woman!
He lay back in the seat, closed his eyes, and began to plan his "compensation" speech for the next day.
Surely, any reasonable person, seeing the state of those pants and considering the "value" of his BMW 5 Series, would agree that a compensation of five hundred isn't too much, right?
With a tenfold cashback, that's five thousand!
Indeed, my plan is flawless!
Hmm...
But Plan B could be optimized further...
In the future, I could specifically wait outside bars and KTVs late at night, waiting for those drunk girls to mistake my car for theirs, then coax them into throwing up all over me and my car, and then confidently demand compensation...
With dreams of a bright future, Jiang Ye drifted off to sleep.
He stretched lazily, sniffed, and a sour, musty smell of old cotton fabric wafted into his nose.
Something seemed to be stuck to his face, tickling him.
Instinctively, he reached up to scratch his face, pulled off the object, and opened his eyes in a daze.
Oh, it's a sock...
"...?"
"...!!"
Damn!
Why is there a sock?!
Who the hell put a sock on my face?!
Jiang Ye looked at the familiar short sock in his hand, suddenly much more awake, as memories of last night flooded back.
He quickly reached into his jacket pocket and, sure enough, found the other sock.
Case solved!
It was from last night...
Damn? Where's the person?
Jiang Ye suddenly realized that the passenger seat was empty, and the woman named Ye Cheng had left at some point.
He hurriedly got out of the car, circled it, and glanced towards the entrance of the building, but didn't see a single person.
Jiang Ye's heart sank.
My compensation! My cashback plan!
He opened the car door in frustration, ready to lament the decline of society and the fickleness of human nature, but his eyes were drawn to the passenger side sun visor.
On the makeup mirror of the sun visor, a string of clear letters and numbers was written.
Is this... lipstick? A WeChat ID?
Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, his mood instantly lifting.
Luckily, this woman had some conscience and didn't just run off.
He took out his phone, entered the numbers, and sent a friend request.
The other person's WeChat name was "Huge Tangerine," and the profile picture was a round, yellow tangerine.
While waiting for the friend request to be accepted, he sent a WeChat message to Station Master Wang Dali: [Station Master, my back's out, it hurts a lot, the doctor suggests bed rest, I need a month's leave. [Crying][Crying]]
Last year's experience of losing everything in the lottery taught him to always have a backup plan.
In case this "soft rice hard eat" plan doesn't yield results in a month, at least he can go back to delivering food and wait for next year's system talent refresh.
Just after sending the WeChat message, his phone vibrated, indicating the friend request was accepted.
Jiang Ye habitually opened the person's Moments.
It was the usual three-day visibility, with the only visible post being from around ten o'clock last night, simply stating four words:
"I hate pretentious people!"
Jiang Ye rubbed his nose, recalling.
He picked up Ye Cheng last night, and it was around ten o'clock, right? He wondered who had annoyed this woman while she was drinking.
Should he start with a polite "Hello?" or question "You threw up on me and just ran off?" or pretend to be angry and ask "What's with the sock on my face?"...
Eh? Why pretend to be angry...
While he was considering his words, the other person sent a message first.
Huge Tangerine: [Little pervert?]
Jiang Ye: "..."
So, do people who black out from drinking remember what happens around them after they fall asleep?
Jiang Ye stared at those two words, lost in deep thought and a bit of guilt.
He didn't know how to respond, so he decided to pretend he hadn't seen it.
After a while, another message came through.
Huge Tangerine: [I think I threw up on you yesterday, how much for your clothes, I'll compensate you?]
Seeing the word "compensate," Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, but unfortunately, this was also tricky to respond to.
He wasn't sure if directly quoting a price would be considered "demanding" by the system, which might invalidate the cashback.
To be safe, he needed to guide the other party to "voluntarily" and "willingly" offer money.
Jiang Ye: [Forget it, no need. But you really did a number on me, my pants and shoes are ruined, had to throw them away.]
He deliberately emphasized the severity of the loss, hoping to trigger the other party's guilt and prompt them to offer money.
After sending the message, Jiang Ye held his phone, holding his breath, hoping for a reply like "That's not right! I must compensate you! Name your price!" or a direct transfer.
However, what he received was—
Huge Tangerine: [Alright then, you can keep the socks as a gift, thanks, handsome~ (smiley face)]
"......"
Jiang Ye glanced at the sock on the passenger seat, his mouth twitching.
He resisted the urge to curse, quickly typing a line [How about dinner tonight, beautiful? Let's chat?], but halfway through, he stopped.
The other party was clearly playing dumb.
If he appeared too eager, he could easily go from being in the right to being seen as pestering, losing the upper hand.
Once the initiative shifted, forget about getting her to spend money, he'd be lucky if he wasn't treated like a simp.
He deleted the typed words and tossed his phone back onto the passenger seat.
Forget it, haste makes waste.
There will be opportunities in the future to "bump into" her near Taian Tower or the Music Academy, slowly building "rapport," and taking a long-term approach is the way to go.
Jiang Ye consoled himself, restarted the car, and decided to find a bun shop to appease his growling stomach.
A quick look at will leave you more fulfilled.
As he drove away from Taian Tower, he once again focused his mind, intending to withdraw the remaining 300 yuan from the system account to WeChat.
But when he saw the system account balance, he was stunned.
[System Account Balance: 420 yuan]
Hmm? How did it become 420?
He withdrew 200 last night, so there should be 300 left, right? Where did the extra 120 come from?
He curiously opened the transaction record and saw a recent entry from a few minutes ago:
[Received a gift from Ye Cheng: a pair of cotton socks (used), system assessed value: 12 yuan. Triggered 1000% cashback, received 120 yuan.]
Jiang Ye looked at the record, shaking his head with a wry smile, as he drove the BMW 5 Series into the morning traffic, heading towards the nearest steaming bun shop.