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

"Chen Wanjun." Lin Yang repeated softly, his tongue tracing the syllables of the three words in his mouth.

"The name sounds nice."

Chen Wanjun's face turned even redder, her lowered eyelids like two fragile butterfly wings, she dared not meet his gaze, and her body shrank back slightly.

A constantly flashing bubble appeared above Chen Wanjun's head.

[Inner monologue]: Please don't come any closer...

Upon seeing the bubble, Lin Yang stopped what he was doing.

"Then why are you telling me not to leave?"

Looking at her like this, Lin Yang thought to himself that this girl's social energy bar was probably almost empty.

"I live right across the street. Let's add each other on WeChat. You can message me if you need anything."

This sentence seemed to become her lifeline.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wanjun immediately took action, quickly pulling out her new iPhone from her pocket. The phone case even had a Pokémon Ball pendant on it. She unlocked it, opened WeChat, and brought up the QR code. Her series of actions were fluid and seamless, a stark contrast to her earlier socially awkward state.

After adding each other on WeChat, Lin Yang stood up.

"Okay, I'll go back and take a shower and change my clothes. These clothes got dirty during the fight."

Chen Wanjun remained silent, watching Lin Yang walk out of the security door of 2404 until the heavy security door slowly closed in front of her, shutting out his silhouette.

Only then did she pick up her phone. The words she couldn't say face-to-face were now quickly sent out as messages through her fingertips.

Article 1: [You're injured. I have medicine at home; I'll apply it for you.]

Article 2: [Come over after you shower, I'll help you apply the medicine.]

Article 3: [The smart lock code for my security door is 649646#, remember to come over.]

Lin Yang was standing at the door of 2403, fumbling for his keys. The soreness from the fierce battle was washing over him like waves, making him somewhat irritable.

My phone vibrated several times in my pocket.

He took it out and looked at it; the source of the information that popped up on the screen surprised him.

All of them are newly added by Chen Wanjun.

He couldn't utter a single word in person, but he kept sending messages.

Social anxiety disorder is truly a strange illness.

Lin Yang thought to himself that he needed to get an "injection" treatment.

But when his gaze slid to the last message and saw the brightly lit password, he stopped in his tracks.

649646#.

He thought to himself, "This woman has only known me for less than thirty minutes, right?"

You dare to tell me the password to your security door?

Aren't you afraid I'm a bad person?

He clearly saw her system information panel; her wealth rating was diamond-level, indicating a net worth of at least 100 million.

Her guard is practically nonexistent.

Lin Yang sighed, put away his phone, and used his key to open his cold security door.

He returned to his small apartment, took off his Zegna suit, which was covered in dust and sweat, and tossed it onto the sofa.

He went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

The body reflected in the mirror was covered with the marks of battle.

There were at least a dozen bluish-purple bruises that spread from his chest to his lower abdomen, and his back was burning with pain.

He tried to move his shoulder, which pulled on his muscles, and a sharp, piercing pain shot through him.

I wonder if there's anything wrong with my bones?

Should I take the day off tomorrow and go to the hospital for a check-up? This thought popped into his head.

He turned on the shower, and the warm water washed over his body, taking away his fatigue, but it couldn't completely wash away the pain from the bruises.

After taking a shower, Lin Yang walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

The screen of my domestically made mobile phone, which was charging on the bedside table, lit up again, accompanied by a vibration.

He walked over and picked up his phone.

The screen displayed more than a dozen unread WeChat messages.

Most of them came from Chen Wanjun, whose profile picture is a delicate anime girl.

He opened the message, and the content was highly consistent, conveying the same message over and over again: urging him to go and apply the medicine.

This socially awkward, anime-loving rich woman is surprisingly persistent in the online world.

Below this information, there is another one from Suman.

Are you asleep?

As Lin Yang looked at those four words, Su Man's cool yet alluring face came to mind.

He tapped his fingers on the screen and replied: "Mr. Su, get rid of that Volvo as soon as possible and get a new one."

The message was sent out and Su Man replied almost instantly.

Why?

Lin Yang: [Do you remember that group of thugs at the entrance of Shipai Village? They just came to our door.]

Su Man on the other end of the screen was silent for a few seconds, and the next message revealed an obvious panic.

What?! So fast? How are you? Are you alright?

Lin Yang looked at his bruised and battered face in the mirror and gave a wry smile.

"It's alright, I've already driven them back, but I got a little injured myself."

To make his argument more convincing, he looked in the mirror, chose two angles, took pictures of the most noticeable bruises on his body, and sent them to the mirror.

The moment the photo was successfully sent, Su Man called immediately.

Lin Yang immediately pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear; he didn't want to complicate things on WeChat.

"You said you were fine! You're injured like that! I'm coming right away!"

Su Man's voice was filled with barely suppressed anxiety and a hint of anger, as if it were about to burst out of the receiver.

"Mr. Su, you really don't need to come over."

Lin Yang immediately spoke up to comfort her.

"I'm fine, just minor injuries. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to get some medicine. I can ask you for a day off."

The person on the other end of the phone was breathing rapidly, clearly indicating that she was not in a stable emotional state.

"No, I have to go and take a look."

Her tone left no room for argument.

Lin Yang's voice softened further, carrying an undeniable calmness.

"Be a good boy."

These three words seem to possess some kind of strange magic.

On the other end of the phone, Su Man's resolve crumbled instantly.

"Oh……"

She responded with a sound that carried a hint of grievance and submissiveness that she herself was unaware of.

"Then go to the hospital tomorrow, and while you're at it, buy a car. Pick a brand you like."

She paused, then added.

"Use the card I just gave you."

Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat.

"Okay, what about the price?"

"That supplementary card can be used up to one million. If that's not enough, I'll transfer more to you."

Su Man's answer was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Um."

Lin Yang responded and emphasized it again.

"I'm really fine, don't worry. You have a lot of things to do at the company tomorrow, so don't get distracted."

"And that surveillance video, I won't be able to process it and send it to you until the day after tomorrow."

"Um."

Su Man's voice was much lower.

"Good night."

Lin Yang said softly.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before a soft response came through.

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "What if Su Man comes over? That neighbor across the hall is urging me so much. If she comes knocking on my door, it'll be a nightmare."

I'm a kept man, how can I let women meet me so easily? I have to keep them busy.

Just then, the phone lit up again. Lin Yang looked up and saw that there were more than a dozen new WeChat messages, all from Chen Wanjun.

This woman is seriously ill.