Forty minutes later, the BMW 5 Series slowly drove into the Chenbei University Town area and finally came to a steady stop beneath Taian Tower.
Jiang Ye turned his head to look at Ye Cheng, who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat, feeling a mix of emotions.
This woman was really carefree, sleeping the whole way without a hint of concern about being in a stranger's car.
"Hey, beautiful, wake up, we're here."
Ye Cheng mumbled an "mm" in her sleep, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.
She sat there dazed for a few seconds, seemingly rebooting her brain, then turned to look at the familiar building outlines outside the window and mumbled, "We're here..."
Shaking her head, Ye Cheng reached out to put on her shoes, then pushed open the car door: "Thanks, driver... I'm off then."
Seeing the "God of Wealth" about to leave, Jiang Ye quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and rushed to the passenger door with a sincere smile on his face:
"Hey, beautiful, you still seem a bit tipsy. Do you need me to walk you upstairs? It's late at night, and it's not safe for you to be alone. Besides, meeting is fate, why don't we add each other on WeCha—oh damn!"
Before he could finish, Ye Cheng, hit by the cold night breeze and the head-shaking, felt a wave of nausea in her stomach, lifted her head, and—
"Ugh—!"
She threw up all over Jiang Ye, who was trying to get close.
Jiang Ye: "..."
Cashback! Ten times cashback!
Endure! I must endure!
It's all for the money!
He gritted his teeth and spoke expressionlessly, "Hey, beautiful, this outfit... I just bought it on Double 11, it's really expensive, you see..."
After vomiting, Ye Cheng seemed to sober up a little.
She covered her mouth, looked at the mess on Jiang Ye with some confusion, and repeatedly bowed her hands together: "I'm sorry... really sorry... I'll pay, I'll pay you... yue~~~"
Jiang Ye: "..."
He stood there, not dodging, taking the second wave of attack head-on.
As long as she pays!
Making money is nothing to be ashamed of!
This outfit has to be worth two or three hundred, right? Ten times that is two or three thousand!
Thank you, System!
Wait, hold on...
Thanks to the cashback, does this "compensation" count as "voluntary monetary contribution"? Will the System recognize it?
If it does...
Hey hey hey?!
If she throws up in the car, wouldn't that mean...
Jiang Ye's heart skipped a beat, as if he had discovered a new wealth secret!
He immediately stomped his foot, shaking off some of the dirt on his shoes, then stuffed the still retching, unsteady Ye Cheng back into the passenger seat.
"How can you go upstairs like this? Just sober up in the car first! Don't end up fainting in the elevator!"
Jiang Ye's tone was full of "concern," and he shut the car door, cutting off Ye Cheng's chance to "waste food."
Then he forced himself to endure the disgust, took off his horribly stained outer pants, rolled them into a ball, sealed them tightly in a plastic bag, and threw it into the trunk—this was crucial "evidence for compensation"!
At the end of November, the night in Shengtian was already below freezing.
Wearing only a pair of thermal pants, Jiang Ye felt a chill immediately and hurried back into the car, turning up the heat a bit. He then turned to watch Ye Cheng, who was curled up in the seat beside him.
Come on! Throw up!
Throw up all over the car!
Make sure to cover the seats, windows, and dashboard!
That way, I can legitimately claim a hefty cleaning fee!
Ten times cashback, just thinking about it is thrilling!
Jiang Ye shouted in his heart, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Ten minutes passed...
Jiang Ye: (✧ω✧)
Ye Cheng: (-_-) zzZ
Twenty minutes passed...
Jiang Ye: (ಠ_ಠ)
Half an hour passed...
Jiang Ye: "..."
Ye Cheng: (-_-) zzZ
He scratched his head, a bit unwilling to give up, and gently nudged her: "Hey, beautiful? Wake up, are you done throwing up?"
No response.
Only the sound of her steady breathing proved she was still alive.
Sigh...
Jiang Ye sighed helplessly. It seemed tonight's "accident" plan was a bust.
Oh well, let her sleep. She can't run away anyway. Tomorrow morning, when she's sober, I'll talk to her about compensation with that "battle-damaged" pair of pants.
He checked the time; it was almost midnight.
After a long day, he was tired, hungry, and exhausted.
Jiang Ye cracked the window for some fresh air, turned up the heater to keep the "God of Wealth" from freezing, then adjusted his seat, ready to catch some sleep and recharge.
Just as he lay down and closed his eyes for barely three seconds, he suddenly sat up again!
Almost forgot something!
That damned "Gentleman Mission"—"Collect three items of clothing worn by different women with a Charm Score above 85"!
His gaze immediately swept over Ye Cheng.
Her hair was loose, no hair ties or clips.
Neck and wrists were bare, no jewelry...
Clothes...
I can't just strip her clothes or pants now, can I? That would change the nature of things, from gentlemanly to criminal.
No! Choice! Left!
Jiang Ye's gaze slowly moved down, landing on her feet, which had once again kicked off her shoes.
At this moment, Ye Cheng was curled up in the seat, her feet clad in gray ankle socks exposed.