I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

The next morning, the ringing of his cell phone alarm clock woke Lin Yang from his deep sleep right on time.

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was unfamiliar, and a faint musty smell lingered in the air.

This is Tianyue Huafu, room 2403.

His new resurrection point.

The fatigue of last night vanished, and my limbs were filled with a kind of eager energy.

He rolled out of bed, barefoot, feeling the warm touch of the wooden floor. A few simple push-ups and squats, the tautness of his muscles and the smooth flow of power gave him a clearer sense of control over his body.

After washing up and changing into clean casual clothes, Lin Yang prepared to go out.

He gripped the security door handle, about to turn it open.

"Click".

A soft sound, almost simultaneously, came from the other side.

Lin Yang stopped moving.

The security door of apartment 2404 across the hall was also ajar.

He opened his door and went outside.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on, casting a soft glow that illuminated the figure that had just stepped out from the opposite doorway.

Lin Yang's gaze froze.

It was a woman, wearing a black mask that covered half her face, exuding a cold aura that said, "Don't come near me."

However, she was wearing an oversized, wide dress, the hem of which barely covered her upper thighs, and below that were two straight, long, and dazzlingly white legs.

And a pair of pink fluffy slippers.

This strikingly contrasting combination instantly captured Lin Yang's full attention.

Especially that oversized dress, which not only failed to conceal her figure, but also created an astonishing curve due to her full chest.

A pair of large watermelons.

This was the first and only word that popped into Lin Yang's mind.

Based on his knowledge of the sizes of the various hard drive models, this one in front of him was at least an E cup. Add to that his height, and it's like an anime character has come to life.

He could even imagine how spectacular they would look without the restraint of that fabric.

"What a coincidence, neighbor, you also work on weekends."

Lin Yang spoke first, wearing what he considered to be his most amiable smile.

His voice broke the silence of the corridor.

The woman was clearly not expecting anyone to be there; her body stiffened abruptly, and the small bag of trash she was carrying fell to the ground with a "thud."

Like a startled rabbit, she didn't even glance at Lin Yang before quickly retreating back inside the door.

"Bang!"

The security door was slammed shut, and the resulting gust of wind ruffled the stray hairs on Lin Yang's forehead.

In the corridor, only the abandoned bag of trash remained, along with a deathly silence.

Lin Yang's lips twitched slightly.

Am I that scary? But this figure... tsk tsk, why isn't the system reacting? Is it because the mask is covering my face, so the appearance data is incomplete and therefore the panel can't be generated?

A strong sense of interest arose in his heart.

This woman is very interesting, and also very problematic.

He stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the bag of trash.

It's very light, and there are some snack wrappers and kitchen waste inside.

He carried the trash, walked to the door of 2404, raised his hand, and gently knocked.

"Thump, thump."

There was no response from behind the door; it was deathly silent.

Lin Yang didn't mind. He softened his voice and spoke through the crack in the door:

"Neighbor, let me take the trash down for you."

After saying that, he didn't linger and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Behind the door, the woman leaned against the cold door panel, her heart still pounding. Through the peephole, she watched the man carry her trash bag and disappear into the elevator.

Her ears were burning hot.

"Thanks……"

A sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz faded into the empty room.

When he got downstairs, Lin Yang threw the bag of trash he had brought with him into the trash can by the door.

……

On a Sunday morning, there weren't many people squeezing onto the subway.

From Tianyue Huafu to Tianheng Garden, it's a distance of five stops, neither too far nor too near, yet it allows him to smoothly transition from one world to another.

Lin Yang took the elevator to the 12th floor with ease. When he opened Su Man's door with the password, Aunt Chen had already prepared breakfast.

"Good morning, Kobayashi."

On the table, there was a soft and fragrant lean meat porridge, a golden fried egg, neatly sliced ​​ham, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Good morning, Aunt Chen. You look even younger today."

"Hehe, Kobayashi really knows how to talk."

Su Man had finished eating. The door to the master bedroom was half open, and the sound of a hairdryer could be heard inside.

Suman's home was now completely open to him.

Lin Yang sat down and quietly ate his breakfast.

Every bite tastes of money, a result of his "labor" in another way.

Just as he finished eating, Su Man came out of the bedroom.

She changed into a sharply tailored black Chanel suit, her long hair styled in an updo, revealing her slender and graceful swan neck.

With her exquisite makeup and delicate red lips, she transformed back into the decisive and ruthless queen of the business world.

"Let's go."

She handed a file folder to Lin Yang.

The Volvo S90 smoothly drove out of the underground parking garage and merged into the relatively empty traffic on a Sunday morning.

The atmosphere at the Enwei Group building was unusually somber today.

In the parking lot, a row of luxury cars, rarely seen on ordinary days, were parked. The company lobby was also quiet, with only a few figures hurrying by and looking serious.

Su Man led Lin Yang to the conference area on the 21st floor of the headquarters building without any obstacles.

"There's an impromptu group strategy meeting today, and the heads of several business units are here." Su Man walked ahead, her high heels clicking crisply and powerfully on the polished marble floor.

She lowered her voice, turned her head, and gestured to Lin Yang with her eyes.

"That's Ms. Lu Qingyi, the head of the Innovation Business Unit."

Lin Yang followed her gaze.

Not far away, a woman wearing a high-quality gray silk shirt and wide-leg pants was holding a coffee and talking to someone.

She was about forty years old, with neat shoulder-length short hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose. She exuded an intellectual and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

Lin Yang thought to himself: This woman is completely different from Su Man. Su Man is a fire that's cold on the outside but warm on the inside, while this woman is a block of ice that can't be warmed up.

"That fat guy next to me is General Manager Huang of the Food Division, Huang Qiming."

Lin Yang's gaze shifted to the man beside Lu Qingyi.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, slightly overweight, whose eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, appeared amiable, but the occasional glint of shrewdness in his small eyes revealed his true nature as a cunning old fox.

"And that one, Ms. Lan Xinyu, the general manager of the paper products division."

Su Man tilted her chin slightly in another direction.

She was a woman wearing a light purple dress, who looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old and was very well-maintained.

Unlike Lu Qingyi, who was sharp and outspoken, or Su Man, who had a powerful aura, she was gentle and graceful, with a hint of weariness in her eyes. She was sitting quietly on the sofa in the corner, flipping through documents, as if everything around her was irrelevant to her.

Lin Yang thought to himself again: "President Lan... there seems to be a lot hidden in her eyes. Once this kind of woman opens her heart, she's probably the one who needs to be cherished the most."