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

Lin Yang held the boneless body in his arms and skillfully used his toes to open the security door of room 2404.

A scent completely different from that of No. 2403 wafted over. It wasn't perfume, nor was it the usual girl's powdery scent. Instead, it was a mixture of a faint fragrance and a peculiar homey smell.

The entryway light was motion-activated, turning on as he stepped in, casting a soft, warm glow that illuminated this mysterious private space.

Lin Yang stopped in his tracks.

What came into view was a world that completely overturned his imagination.

The walls of the living room were not adorned with any elegant artworks; instead, they were covered with enormous anime posters.

A proud and arrogant girl with golden twin tails, a silver-haired boy wielding a giant sword, a vampire princess in a gothic lolita style... The art style of each character is exquisite to the extreme, with bright colors and full of visual impact.

In the corner next to the sofa stood a life-size cardboard cutout of a female anime character dressed in ornate armor with a resolute gaze.

Along the other side of the wall is a row of floor-to-ceiling glass display cases, densely packed with various figurines and models, ranging from protagonists of popular anime series to characters from obscure games.

What surprised him even more was that there were a few clothes casually draped over the single sofa in the living room.

One was a maid outfit adorned with lace and bows, and the other was Asuka's red, tight-fitting combat suit, with an orange wig lying next to it.

This is hardly the home of a cool and aloof beauty; it's clearly the secret hideout of a seasoned anime and manga enthusiast.

He carried the woman in his arms to the expensive-looking leather sofa and carefully put her down.

Do you have any ice at home?

Lin Yang's voice was a little hoarse. The fight had exhausted him, and the bruises on his back and face were still aching.

The woman in his arms simply lowered her head, curled up, and remained silent.

The shadow of the hoodie and the black mask completely concealed her face.

Lin Yang was getting anxious.

"Can you point to where it is?" He tried to soften his tone, but he didn't want to directly pull off the other person's mask.

Her slender white fingers trembled slightly, then slowly rose and pointed towards the open kitchen.

Lin Yang looked in the direction she pointed and saw a very modern kitchen with a huge double-door refrigerator standing in the corner.

He walked quickly over, opened the refrigerator door, and was immediately greeted by a blast of cold air.

This refrigerator has an automatic ice-making function.

He took a plastic bag from the cupboard, filled it halfway with crystal-clear ice cubes, and then tied the bag tightly.

Back on the sofa, Lin Yang squatted down, his gaze falling on her injured foot.

She was still wearing those exquisite little leather shoes, and her ankles were visibly swollen, stretching her black stockings into a tight curve.

Without thinking much, he reached out, grabbed her heel, and gently slipped it off.

Her shoes slipped off, revealing her slender ankles encased in stockings.

The situation is more serious than expected; ice must be applied immediately.

He gripped the edge of the stockings, trying to pull them down, but the swelling in her ankle made the movement extremely difficult. The stockings clung tightly to her skin, and with the slightest movement, the woman let out a suppressed cry of pain.

Lin Yang no longer hesitated.

He applied pressure with his fingers.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp sound of fabric tearing rang out in the quiet room.

He ripped a hole in the black stockings at the ankle, revealing the red and swollen skin underneath, the redness contrasting sharply with the surrounding fair skin.

An absurd thought flashed through Lin Yang's mind.

The first time in his life he tore open his black stockings was to apply a poultice to a stranger's ankle.

He gently pressed the plastic bag containing ice onto the woman's swollen ankle.

"Hmm!"

The icy stimulation made the woman's body tremble violently, and an uncontrollable cry of pain escaped from under her mask.

"Bear with it for now," Lin Yang instructed in a deep voice. "Use ice to reduce the swelling today, and it's best to go to the hospital tomorrow to get an X-ray to check if any bones are broken."

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and felt he needed to go back and treat his wounds.

"I'll be going now."

He figured the woman was probably terrified by the brutal fight earlier and didn't even dare to speak to him, so it was better to let her stay quiet by herself.

Just as Lin Yang turned around, preparing to leave, a small, cool hand gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He stopped in his tracks.

A thought flashed through my mind: What does this mean? Is she trying to extort money from me? Even though I was the one who knocked her down, I'm also a victim.

Just as he was lost in his own thoughts, a faint sound came from behind him.

The woman who had been wearing a mask slowly removed the black barrier.

Almost at the same moment, the familiar system notification box suddenly lit up on Lin Yang's retina.

Lines of new blue data appeared out of thin air above the woman's head, forming a semi-transparent information panel.

Name: Chen Wanjun

[Wealth Rating: Diamond Level]

Overall rating: 9.3

[Appearance: 9.5, Figure: 9.8, Charisma: 8.4]

[Tags: Mild autism, emotional disorder, social anxiety disorder]

Lin Yang's breath hitched for a moment.

Diamond rank!

A net worth of 100 million!

His mind went blank. This seemingly socially awkward, anime-loving, black-clad beauty who lived across the hall from him was actually a hidden billionaire?

What's with the 9.8 rating for body shape? It's almost perfect. Is she an anime character?

A strong sense of frustration welled up inside me.

How can the differences between people be so great?

【Ding! 】

[A target matching the system's requirements has been found and has been automatically marked as a strategy target.]

Lin Yang almost subconsciously roared in his mind.

This is a diamond-level rich woman! And a stunning anime girl at that! An opportunity delivered right to my doorstep—only a fool wouldn't mark it! System, you know me!

[Second Target Quest Released]

[Task Name: Obtain a Gift from the Second Target]

[Mission Objective: Chen Wanjun]

[Task objective: Obtain a tangible gift from Chen Wanjun within 7 days. (Gifts may include, but are not limited to, money, items, opportunities, etc.)]

[Mission Successful: You have been granted the opportunity to choose one of three "gold digger" skills.]

[Mission Failure: Penalty Executed—Host's penis will shorten by 5 centimeters.]

"Damn! This punishment is insane!" Lin Yang exclaimed.

The moment she completed the marking, Chen Wanjun finally mustered all her courage.

She tugged at Lin Yang's sleeve and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Don't go... you're hurt."

Lin Yang blinked. He had indeed heard it, but his body reacted instinctively.

He pretended not to hear, turned around, leaned down a little, and brought his ear close to hers.

"What did you say? Say it again."

The warm breath brushed against Chen Wanjun's earlobe, instantly making her already flushed cheeks burn even hotter.

She gripped his clothes tightly, her voice rising just a tiny bit: "Don't go..."

Lin Yang moved closer again, this time sitting down directly on the sofa, the two of them almost touching.

He could even see the fine downy hairs on her face and her long eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness.

He pretended not to hear.

Say it again.

Chen Wanjun's face was so red it looked like it could bleed, and she bit her lower lip tightly, unable to utter another word.

Seeing her embarrassed yet adorable expression, Lin Yang knew he couldn't tease her any longer.

He softened his tone and his voice became gentle.

"What's your name? My name is Lin Yang, and I live across the hall from you."

Chen Wanjun's face was flushed red, her eyes darted around, and her voice was soft and trembling.

"Chen... Chen Wanjun."