Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

The cafeteria windows were bustling with people.

Zhang Yan stood in front of the card reader, clutching the two-yuan bottle of Ice Dew in his hand.

The students queuing behind him were impatiently urging him on, but he ignored them.

All that remained in my field of vision was that oil-stained display screen.

The eerie green numbers exuded a strange sense of mockery.

Balance: 100050.00 yuan

One hundred thousand.

A full 100,000.

The fact that this money was sitting in a university meal card seemed absurd and glaring.

No need to guess.

In the entire city of Beijing, only that woman living in the Cloud Top Manor could do something so simple, crude, and utterly lacking in common sense.

In my mind, the system notification sounded at just the right moment, with a hint of schadenfreude.

【Ding! 】

[The host has been subjected to "money humiliation."]

[Triggering Task: The Self-Cultivation of a Kept Man.]

[Task Description: The true way to "eat a woman's rice" isn't to refuse her money, but to make her feel that the money was well spent, and even want her to deposit another 100,000.]

Option A: Angrily request a refund and denounce the rich woman for insulting your character. (Reward: +1 to integrity, -100000 to savings)

Option B: Accept it readily and turn it into strategic capital. (Reward: +100000 in savings)

Zhang Yan stared at the screen.

His lips twitched slightly.

This system is even more like a capitalist than Nie Qingcheng.

Zhang Yan chose B, after all, who would turn down money?

Then, he turned and walked out of the cafeteria, finding a secluded shady spot under a tree.

I took out my phone, and the crack on the screen split the pure black profile picture in two.

Fingertips fly as they type:

[Mr. Nie, what's with the meal card?]

The message has been sent.

back in seconds.

[Employee meal allowance.]

Then another one followed.

[Shut up, keep it to yourself, and eat something good. Don't make me think my private chef is a refugee.]

Even through the screen, Zhang Yan could imagine Nie Qingcheng's expression at that moment.

She must be sitting with her legs crossed, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand, her chin slightly raised, looking all haughty and smug.

Looking at his phone, Zhang Yan's inexplicable anger suddenly dissipated.

Row.

Meal allowance, right?

Since it's an "employee meal allowance," it should be used wisely.

Nie Qingcheng's pampered stomach couldn't be satisfied with ordinary ingredients.

That 100,000 yuan is just enough to buy those ridiculously expensive top-quality ingredients at imported supermarkets.

Use her money to buy the best ingredients, cook the most delicious meals, and finally lock her stomach in.

The wool comes from the sheep, and in the end, the sheep still have to be fed.

This logic is perfect.

Zhang Yan put away his phone, feeling inexplicably much better.

This "soft rice" (living off a woman) not only needs to be eaten, but it needs to be eaten with dignity and skill.

……

Male dormitory, room 302.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of instant noodles mixed with foot odor hit me.

Wang Hao, shirtless, was frantically typing away at the computer screen.

"Healer! Heal me! Holy crap, is this support player throwing the game?!"

The screen went dark instantly.

"Game Over".

Wang Hao shoved the keyboard aside and scratched his messy hair in despair.

Turning around, he saw Zhang Yan enter and immediately wailed:

"Brother Yan! My dear brother! Help! I need to borrow your meal card to buy some instant noodles. It's the end of the month, and the kid is starving!"

As he spoke, he lunged forward and reached into Zhang Yan's pocket.

Zhang Yan stepped aside and casually tossed his meal card onto the table.

"Take it yourself."

Wang Hao chuckled, grabbed his meal card, and was about to rush out.

My eyes inadvertently swept over the query strip pasted on the back of the card.

That was the balance slip that Zhang Yan had just printed out.

His steps abruptly stopped.

Wang Hao looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He rubbed his eyes.

Look again.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

"Holy crap?!"

A piercing, high-pitched scream nearly blew the roof off the dormitory building.

Wang Hao's hands trembled as he gripped the thin meal card as if it were a nuclear bomb.

"Ten...hundred thousand?!"

"Yan-ge, did you hack into the school's academic affairs system? That's a crime punishable by jail time!"

Zhang Yan pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of mineral water.

His expression was indifferent.

"It's not illegal, it's legal."

Wang Hao rushed over and circled Zhang Yan three times, looking at him as if he were an alien.

"Legal? This meal card could buy me half my life!"

He suddenly realized something, and with a look of fear and lewdness, he leaned closer and lowered his voice:

"Brother Yan, tell me the truth."

"Yesterday, that haute couture outfit costing tens of thousands of yuan; today, this meal card worth a hundred thousand yuan..."

"Did you... get taken in by some rich woman?"

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

Zhang Yan put down his water bottle and looked at his roommate's face, which was filled with a thirst for knowledge.

The image of Nie Qingcheng's devastatingly beautiful face flashed through my mind, along with her domineering words, "Shut up and keep quiet."

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

I guess so.

"I found a part-time job, and the boss is quite generous."

Wang Hao instantly exploded.

"Part-time job?! What kind of part-time job offers a 100,000 yuan meal allowance?!"

"Brother Yan! I want to improve too! I don't want to work hard anymore! Please carry me!"

Just then.

A sneer came from the doorway.

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a nauseatingly sarcastic tone.

"Oh."

"So that's why you suddenly acted all respectable; turns out you'd sold yourself out."

The two turned around.

Zhao Yu leaned against the door frame, twirling the Porsche car keys in his hand, his face showing undisguised disdain.

He happened to be passing by when he heard the phrase "100,000 in meal subsidies".

In this industry, what kind of part-time job allows you to get an advance of 100,000?

He couldn't think of anything else besides being a male prostitute.

Zhao Yu walked into the dormitory and his gaze lingered on Zhang Yan's high-quality T-shirt.

Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

Why should a poor guy be dressed better than him?

Why would Su Wanqing look at someone who sells herself for personal gain with such disdain?

"Zhang Yan, I really overestimated you."

Zhao Yu walked up to Zhang Yan, looking down at him with a contemptuous tone.

"You'd throw away all your dignity for money?"

"But then again, for an orphan like you, as long as you're paid, you'd probably call someone 'Mom,' right?"

Wang Hao jumped up, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Zhao Yu! Watch your mouth! Believe me or not..."

Zhang Yan reached out and stopped the enraged Wang Hao.

He raised his head and looked calmly at Zhao Yu.

There was no anger.

There was no embarrassment.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a stray dog ​​barking wildly at a tire on the roadside.

It even carried a hint of pity.

"Make way."

Zhang Yan said calmly, "You're blocking the light."

After saying that, he picked up the book on the table, turned to a page, and completely ignored the living person in front of him.

This utter disregard is more hurtful than any rebuttal.

Zhao Yu's cold smile froze.

An unnamed fire shot straight to the top of his head.

He wanted to see Zhang Yan die of shame and indignation, and he wanted to see Zhang Yan become enraged.

Instead of treating him like he's invisible, like we are now!

"Fine, keep pretending."

Zhao Yu gritted his teeth, nodded, and looked sinister.

"Zhang Yan, the entire school's faculty and students will be there for the welcome party in two days."

"I hope you can still be this calm then."

He had already planned everything out in his mind.

Since you like to pretend to be high and mighty, then I'll expose your true colors in front of everyone.

Let Su Wanqing see just how filthy her "male god" really is!

Zhao Yu snorted coldly, turned around, and slammed the door shut as he left.

"Bang!"

The door panel trembled.

Wang Hao was trembling with anger: "Brother Yan, that bastard is too arrogant! He's definitely going to cause trouble at the welcome party!"

Zhang Yan stared at the words on the page without even looking up.

A very faint smile curved at the corner of his lips.

Are you trying to cause trouble?