The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

In the morning, Ye Shu stretched out one leg and lounged on the sofa like an old man. Luckily, the sofa at home was long and big enough, otherwise there wouldn't be enough room for him to sit.

Ye Shu was holding his phone, checking his bank account balance.

Looking at that string of numbers, I silently calculated in my mind that I had indeed saved quite a bit over the past six months.

Sister Chen Xing paid a high salary, and there were also bonuses during holidays. Every time the money arrived, it made Ye Shu happy for a long time.

He thought about transferring some money to his father, but his father always refused, usually saying something like this on the phone:

"What are you talking about? Your grandma and I have food, drink, and salaries at home; we don't need your money. You're living over there now, and you have plenty of expenses. Keep it for yourselves, you hear me?"

And what about daily expenses?

He never seemed to have to worry about buying groceries or daily necessities for the family.

Is the refrigerator empty?

It's okay. When he comes home from get off work, he'll find the refrigerator packed full again, as if there's a fairy godmother in the house.

Moreover, his fixed monthly expenses, the unwavering 800 yuan rent, were never accepted again after the relationship was established.

Each transfer will be refunded after 24 hours.

As a result, apart from occasionally buying himself a couple of knock-off brand clothes, his major expenses are now reduced to just two things.

First, there's the cost of taking them out to play and eat good food.

Instead, they would casually pick up small items they saw on the street or online that suited them, as small gifts.

With stable income, controllable expenses, and even reduced spending, the numbers in my bank account gradually increased.

However, Ye Shu's eyebrows were still slightly furrowed as he looked at the string of numbers.

It seems... it's still a bit short.

He didn't calculate the exact difference, but he felt that it was quite a bit off from the baseline he had envisioned.

As he was thinking, there was a constant clicking sound coming from the side.

Xia Qing sat cross-legged next to him, holding a bag of potato chips that looked like a sack in her arms, watching a variety show while popping potato chips into her mouth.

When they got to GG, Xia Qing glanced at Ye Shu next to her and saw his bitter and resentful expression.

Xia Qing put the bag of potato chips on the ground, licked her fingers a couple of times, then took out a tissue to wipe her hands. She then moved closer to Ye Shu on the sofa and looked at his phone.

"What are you looking at?"

She pressed her face directly against Ye Shu's face, pushed Ye Shu's head to the side, and turned the screen to face herself.

Hmm... the potato chips are barbecue flavored.

Ye Shu smelled the aroma of barbecued potato chips and said:

"Nothing, just checking my balance."

Xia Qing looked at the screen, which indeed displayed her bank balance. She pursed her lips, sat back down, and casually picked up the bag of potato chips, holding it to her chest.

"Tch, boring. I thought you were looking at something interesting. What's so interesting about bank balances?"

As she spoke, she put another potato chip in her mouth.

But after chewing a couple of times, she suddenly stopped, as if she had remembered something important. She turned her head sharply, her eyebrows furrowing, and looked at Ye Shu with displeasure.

"That's not right, Ye Shu."

Ye Shu was taken aback by this sudden turn of events. Looking at Xia Qing's expression that seemed to say, "Why aren't you cooperating?", he asked:

"W-what's wrong?"

"Didn't we agree this morning that you'd enjoy emperor-like treatment while you're recovering? What kind of emperor are you? You have no ambition at all."

She put the bag of potato chips back on the ground, turned her body, and faced Ye Shu:

"Tell me what you want, what you want to eat, what you want to do!"

Ye Shu put her phone aside and, seeing her determined posture as she prepared to perform her duties, knew that she was in high spirits again.

"I... don't really want anything, isn't it fine as it is?"

"No!"

Xia Qing looked at Ye Shu with a hint of disappointment, thinking to herself, "How can he be so easily satisfied?"

"I must say! A life of ease is for ordinary people; you are the emperor now! How can an emperor not have desires?"

She leaned to the side again and gestured with her chin towards Ye Shuyang:

"Hurry up, stop dawdling, think of one!"

Ye Shu had no interest in this kind of role-playing and even felt a little embarrassed.

But seeing that Xia Qing was in such a playful mood, he knew that if he didn't cooperate and enjoy this emperor-like treatment, she probably wouldn't have a moment's peace.

Oh well, I'll just treat this as a way to appease a child.

Ye Shu sighed inwardly, but still cleared his throat and said:

"Then... Xiaxia, listen to my command."

His cooperation immediately pleased Xia Qing, who waited for him to continue.

"Quickly find me some beauties. I'm in a good mood today and want to share with the people... Ah!"

Before Ye Shu could even say the word "joy" in "sharing joy," Xia Qing nudged his shoulder.

"No!"

Xia Qing leaned closer, her forehead touching Ye Shu's, and stared into his eyes as she asked:

"You're dreaming! You want more beauties? How many do you want? How many? Hmm? Tell me, how many do you want?"

Ye Shu was pressed against the corner of the sofa by her forehead:

"I'm sorry... just kidding. So... could you go get me a drink? Is that alright?"

"Okay, that works."

Xia Qing pushed it back, and her face brightened.

She got up from the sofa, ran to the refrigerator in her slippers, opened the lid, and started rummaging through it.

"What would Your Majesty like to drink?"

"Uh... then let's have Coke."

Actually, Emperor Ye can drink anything now; he's just forced to find something for this energetic Xiazi to do, to let her indulge in serving others.

Xia Qing rummaged through the refrigerator again, and after a while, she closed the refrigerator door.

"Tsk, the cola's all gone."

"Then anything else is fine, just pick one."

Ye Shu quickly said that he just wanted to finish this ordering process as soon as possible.

But Xia Qing's expression was serious:

"No way! A king's word is his bond. I promised to let you experience the treatment of an emperor, and I have to keep my word! If the emperor wants to drink cola, then it has to be cola! You wait, I'll go buy it for you."

After saying that, she rushed towards the dressing room.

Ye Shu was exasperated. What kind of play was this? He felt incredibly uncomfortable all over.

"Hey, no, really, you don't need to. Anything is fine with me!"

"No!"

Xia Qing, already wearing a coat, came out and said to Ye Shu:

"My mind is made up. Your Majesty, you can just wait and enjoy your royal cola!"

After saying that, she pushed open the door and went out.

Ye Shu watched as the door closed, feeling utterly speechless.

"A ruler's word is law; am I not the emperor?"

Never mind, let her be.

Xia Qing is in the middle of her excitement right now, and there's no way to stop her. Once her initial burst of enthusiasm wears off, she'll calm down.

Probably...