A woman as experienced as Zhenni understood men perfectly. Every movement of hers could stir a man’s blood.
“Brother, let me scrub your back.”
The two played in the bathtub, bodies entwined.
Zhenni was completely naked, her figure irresistibly alluring—full where it should be, slender without a trace of excess anywhere else.
Chen Qi had only dated two girls before. The first was in college, the second was Li Ting. He had never been intimate with Li Ting, and he had been holding back for a long time. Now, faced with Zhenni’s teasing, he had no resistance at all.
They started right there in the bathtub, then moved to the bed, then the sofa.
By the time dawn broke, they had gone at it five times before collapsing into exhaustion and falling asleep.
Meanwhile, Han Linlin was tutoring elementary school students. Every couple of minutes, she checked her phone.
She was waiting for Chen Qi’s message. Although they had agreed to meet in the afternoon, she couldn’t help thinking he should contact her earlier.
The boys who had pursued her before would send messages non-stop early in the morning. Who waited until the agreed time to message?
Just then, her phone chimed.
She picked it up eagerly, only to find it was a message in the group chat.
“Linlin, these rich heirs spend wildly. Don’t get swept away by their sugar-coated attacks.”
Lin Yuan had won two bottles of Ace of Spades last night and returned them to the bar for 35,000 yuan, but she had no intention of speaking up for Chen Qi.
“Ayuan’s right. Did you see how wild he was playing last night?” Yun Yun added.
“I know. I’m not stupid.”
“You can’t just listen to sweet talk, and you can’t just follow him because he’s rich. Money only counts when it’s in your hands.”
Recently, a phrase had been circulating among scumbag men.
A man’s money is for women to look at, not to spend.
Gold diggers strongly condemned that statement—if men didn’t spend money, how were they supposed to gain anything?
Chen Qi and Zhenni slept until noon. When he woke up, his lower half had already “woken up” as well.
“Brother, you’re so annoying, coming at me again right after waking up,” Zhenni teased.
“Can’t blame me. You’re too tempting.”
Another round followed, and Chen Qi began to feel slightly drained.
[Jiang Zhenni favorability +5, current: 25]
“Damn… this adds more than spending 700,000 or 800,000 yuan. But her increase doesn’t really help me.”
He didn’t even know if the attribute rewards at 100% progress would be useful. Right now, he desperately needed to improve his physique, or he wouldn’t be able to fully enjoy life.
When seeing Zhenni off, Chen Qi transferred her 100,000 yuan.
Zhenni felt like she had hit the jackpot. Chen Qi was generous, handsome, and she had thoroughly enjoyed their time together.
“Brother, if you miss me, just call me anytime.”
After Zhenni left, Chen Qi checked his phone.
Several colleagues had tagged him in the company group chat, and Manager Wang had also sent him a private message.
“You didn’t show up all morning. Do you even want this job anymore?”
After just one weekend, Chen Qi had forgotten it was Monday—he was supposed to work.
Wait… I already have a system. Why the hell would I still work?
“Yeah, I’m quitting,” Chen Qi replied.
“You think you can just quit like that? The new store project the company just handed you—can you take responsibility for the losses?”
Chen Qi was an operations manager at an e-commerce company. Just last week, the company had assigned him a new project.
If he left immediately, it would indeed cause losses. If the company pursued it, they could even sue him.
He wasn’t afraid of compensating money—it was just that lawsuits were troublesome.
“I’ll come to the company in a couple of days.”
“You think you’re the boss? ‘In a couple of days’? Get over here immediately! You’ve already been absent for half a day—count it as a full day!”
Chen Qi still had to go back at least once. There wasn’t anything valuable he needed to take, except for one thermos.
It had belonged to his father. After his father passed away, Chen Qi started using it.
The thermos had probably been used for over ten years. The paint had long peeled off, and it had been polished smooth from years of handling.
Chen Qi transferred 50,000 yuan to Manager Wang.
Manager Wang stared at his phone, confused. “What the hell is this supposed to mean?”
Before he could reply, another 50,000 yuan came through. Then another, and another—four transfers in total. Only then did Chen Qi send a message.
“This 200,000 yuan counts as compensation.”
Even if there were losses, it would only be a few tens of thousands. Chen Qi directly sent 200,000 yuan, shocking Manager Wang.
“Xiao Chen, did you win the lottery?”
“Yeah, so I’m quitting.”
“I knew it. How else could you suddenly have so much money? How much did you win?”
“Not convenient to say. Just enough to live comfortably.”
Manager Wang thought that in Donghai City, “enough to live comfortably” meant at least 10 million yuan.
“Alright then, don’t worry about the store. I’ll handle it.”
Out of that 200,000 yuan, Manager Wang could pocket 195,000 yuan and give 5,000 yuan to a subordinate to take over Chen Qi’s workload. Then the company would hire a new employee—saving even more money.
“Pack up my things at my desk. I’ll pick them up in a few days.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll personally take care of it.”
For lunch, Chen Qi casually had Kobe beef, wild large yellow croaker, and wild softshell turtle at the hotel.
After replenishing his energy, it was already 1:30 p.m.
Chen Qi sent a message to Han Linlin. “Linlin, where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
“I thought you forgot about me,” she replied, sending her location.
[I’ve been fully made up and waiting all morning.]
Little did she know, Chen Qi had also been “busy” all morning.
“Mr. Chen, the car is ready.”
Downstairs at the hotel was a Maybach S800, specially used to transport Hildo’s VIP guests.
“Linlin, I’m downstairs.”
“Brother, I’m coming!”
Han Linlin checked her makeup and outfit one last time in the restroom mirror.
[Perfect. I look great.]
When she came downstairs, she saw a Mercedes and assumed it was Chen Qi’s car.
However, she felt a bit disappointed. Weren’t rich heirs supposed to drive Porsche, Ferrari, or Lamborghini sports cars?
She only recognized car logos and had no idea this Mercedes was a Maybach S800 worth over 6 million yuan—far more expensive than entry-level sports cars, and much more comfortable.
Chen Qi didn’t plan to drive his Ferrari often. If he could rely on soft rice steadily, he would switch to something more spacious and comfortable. A Rolls-Royce would be nice… and maybe hire a driver.
Chen Qi rolled down the window and called out, “Linlin, over here.”
The driver, wearing white gloves, stepped out professionally and opened the rear door for her.
[So it’s a chauffeur-driven car… he really is a rich young master.]
The moment she got in, Han Linlin realized this was completely different from the Mercedes she had seen before.
Some teachers at her school also drove Mercedes, but their interiors couldn’t even compare.
“Linlin, you look great today.”
Yesterday, she had worn a white T-shirt and jeans—her figure wasn’t obvious, and her looks carried everything.
Today, she had a school-style outfit: a white blouse on top, a pleated skirt below, paired with white stockings. Her legs were slender and glowing, and she wore black leather shoes.
With her sweet face, no one would believe she had just graduated from university—they would think she was still in high school.
“Wasn’t I pretty yesterday?”
“Of course you were. Linlin looks good in anything.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Yoona?”
There it was—Chen Qi’s classic celebrity comparison.
“Yoona from Girls’ Generation? She’s much prettier than me.”
Chen Qi shook his head. “You lack awareness of your own beauty. You’re even prettier than her.”
“Brother, you really know how to sweet-talk,” Han Linlin said with a smile.
She was very confident in her looks. Among all the girls at Donghai Normal University, she could easily rank among the top three campus beauties.