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

The deep blue Cayenne glided smoothly in the underground parking garage, the engine's low roar isolated outside the heavy windows, leaving only the faint friction sound of tires rolling over the epoxy flooring.

This million-dollar car is Lin Yang's latest weapon on his path of "living off his wife".

The delicate leather feel of the steering wheel and the cold metallic texture of the center console reminded him that he had completely severed ties with the graduate who used to squeeze onto the subway.

He randomly found an empty parking space and smoothly parked the car with a turn of the steering wheel.

It was exactly 10 o'clock.

Just then, the domestic mobile phone in my pocket vibrated, and a caller ID appeared on the screen labeled "Manager Wang of the Property Management".

Lin Yang answered the phone and held it to his ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin."

Manager Wang's voice came through the receiver, carrying a deliberate enthusiasm.

"Good morning, Manager Wang."

Lin Yang's tone was calm and even, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Mr. Lin, we have investigated and found that it was a negligence on our part as property management staff. We have already dismissed the security guard who was on duty yesterday."

"Okay, so the plan has been finalized?"

Lin Yang didn't care who was in charge of the property management company's internal affairs; he went straight to the point and had no interest in listening to the other party's self-criticism.

"Well, could you please come to the property management office instead?"

"Okay, but don't take too long, I still need to go to the hospital."

"No, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yang opened the car door.

Instead of going directly to the property management office, he took the elevator back to 2403, changed out of the old jacket he wore when he bought the car, picked out a casual shirt that he thought was nice, and took the Zegna suit to the dry cleaners.

A few minutes later, Lin Yang appeared at the entrance of the property management office.

Manager Wang practically jogged out to greet him and led him to his private office.

There was another man sitting in the office.

He was around forty years old, wearing a well-tailored dark suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his eyes behind his glasses appeared calm and sharp.

When he saw Lin Yang enter, he stood up, a professional smile on his face, and extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Chen Zheng, the coordinator sent from headquarters."

"Lin Yang".

Lin Yang reached out and shook his hand briefly; his palm was dry but strong.

The three people took their seats as host and guest.

Manager Wang was busy serving tea and water, adopting an extremely humble attitude.

Chen Zheng didn't touch the teacup. He placed a folder on the table and spoke first.

"Mr. Lin, your compensation plan is already here with me."

His voice was calm and measured, carrying a sense of composure and control over the situation.

"We will fully reimburse any medical expenses you incur going forward, in addition to an additional 100,000 yuan for emotional distress, and waive your property management fees and all miscellaneous charges for three years. What do you think?"

Lin Yang listened to the proposal without any reaction.

He no longer cares about 100,000 yuan. Three years of property management fees are just a drop in the ocean.

He wasn't there to extort money.

His job is to be a kept man, not to extort money from others.

What he wanted was an attitude, an attitude that would make the other party feel the pain and show that he was "not to be messed with".

This plan is barely passable.

Lin Yang did not answer immediately. He leaned back on the sofa, his knuckles tapping on his knees intentionally or unintentionally.

The office was silent except for Manager Wang's slightly heavy breathing.

Chen Zheng's gaze remained fixed on Lin Yang's face, awaiting his reaction.

Lin Yang took something out of his pocket and casually placed it on the coffee table in front of him.

A Porsche car key with a shield emblem.

A crisp clinking sound broke the silence.

Manager Wang's eyelids twitched suddenly, his gaze fixed on the key.

A change flashed in Chen Zheng's eyes, and his professional smile became more genuinely serious.

"It's alright."

Lin Yang's voice rang out softly.

"Could you provide me with a designated parking space? I just picked up a Porsche today, and there's no place to park it."

Manager Wang responded almost like a catapult upon hearing this.

"No problem! Mr. Lin, no problem! I'll arrange the best seat for you right away!"

Lin Yang's gaze passed over Manager Wang and landed on Chen Zheng.

"That's settled then. After I get to the hospital, I'll send the invoice and bank card information to Manager Wang. I won't show up again after that."

"No problem, Mr. Lin, thank you for your understanding."

Chen Zheng stood up again and extended his hand.

Lin Yang stood up, shook hands with him, and without saying another word, turned and left the office.

The door was closed.

Manager Wang let out a long sigh of relief; the back of his shirt was already soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at Chen Zheng and forced a fawning smile.

"Boss, this Mr. Lin is quite easy to talk to."

Chen Zheng sat back on the sofa, his smile instantly vanishing and his eyes turning cold.

"Do you think Mr. Lin seems like someone who's short of money?"

His voice carried a chill.

"He doesn't care about this little bit of money. What he cares about is attitude, saving face, you understand?"

"The boss is right."

Manager Wang echoed his agreement, sweat beading on his forehead again.

"You need to be stricter with management in the future. If this kind of thing happens again, you're fired."

"Don't worry, boss, it definitely won't happen again!"

Chen Zheng picked up the cup of tea, which had gone cold, took a sip, and then put it down.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson. This 100,000 yuan will be deducted from the profits of your Tianyue Huafu branch."

Manager Wang's face fell completely, his lips twitched, and his expression was worse than if he had swallowed a whole live fly, but he could only nod.

"...Yes, boss."

......

Lin Yang returned to Building 32, went straight to the door of 2404, and skillfully entered the smart lock password that Chen Wanjun had given him.

The door opened.

A strong anime/manga vibe is immediately apparent.

He immediately noticed that the master bedroom door was ajar, and Chen Wanjun seemed to still be lying in bed.

Lin Yang walked to the door of the master bedroom and knocked.

"Get up, we're going to the hospital."

A rustling sound of fabric coming from the room came from inside, and then the door was pulled open a crack, revealing Chen Wanjun's blushing face.

Seeing that Lin Yang was still standing at the door and showed no sign of leaving, the blush on her cheeks quickly spread to her ears.

She was completely naked under the blanket.

"You...you get out, wait...wait for me."

Her voice was barely audible.

This time, Lin Yang didn't tease her anymore.

He knew this girl had social anxiety; if pushed too far, she might actually crash on the spot.

He turned and closed the master bedroom door, then began to wander around the house.

The study door was open.

A sleek black computer tower stands in the corner, its RGB light strip inside the case flashing in a breathing rhythm, connecting four huge monitors and surrounding a professional ergonomic gaming chair.

The other small room was filled with all sorts of anime merchandise and miscellaneous items, from life-size body pillows to limited edition figurines, a dazzling array.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the door to the master bedroom finally opened again.

Chen Wanjun finished washing up and came out.

She changed back into her familiar black "outfit"—a large black hooded sweatshirt that completely covered her magnificent breasts, and a black mask on her face, revealing only a pair of clear eyes that were also slightly uneasy.

Her lower body still featured those alluring long legs in black stockings.

The ice pack on her right foot had been removed, but her ankle was still red and swollen, so she could only hop on one leg as she skipped to the living room.

Lin Yang was standing in front of the huge wall of figurines in the living room, admiring those well-made and expensive "wives".