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

Back in room 2403 of Tianyue Huafu, Lin Yang struggled to drag Zhang Wei, who weighed over 160 pounds, out of the passenger seat and helped him into the elevator.

"How come you can't handle so little alcohol? Your alcohol tolerance has decreased."

Zhang Wei's head slumped on Lin Yang's shoulder, his breath reeking of alcohol, and his tongue was slurred.

"Who...who said I can't do it anymore...ten more bottles...burp...anything is fine."

"Damn it, when you burp, it should be towards that side, not my face."

Lin Yang cursed angrily.

The elevator doors opened, and he half-dragged, half-supported Zhang Wei as he threw him onto the soft sofa in the living room.

"How's this house? You can live in the study when you move in."

Before he could respond, Lin Yang grabbed him from the sofa and pulled him to the study door.

Zhang Wei squinted his drunken eyes and scanned the empty room.

"There's not even a bed... I'm supposed to come here and sleep on the floor?"

"I'm not charging you for coming over to stay, so what's wrong with you buying a bed?" Lin Yang replied irritably.

Zhang Wei seemed to sober up a bit; he suddenly pushed Lin Yang away and stood up straight.

"Damn it, you...you should have said so earlier! I'm moving out tomorrow, and I don't even want my deposit back!"

Lin Yang smiled.

"That's right, this is the Ah Wei I know."

He patted Zhang Wei on the shoulder and pushed him toward the master bedroom.

"You'll have to make do tonight; stay in the master bedroom."

Zhang Wei was ushered into the much larger master bedroom. When he saw the 1.8-meter-long bed that could fit three people, his eyes were filled with envy and jealousy that almost seemed to spit fire.

"This is your room? Damn, I kind of want to punch you."

"Hahaha." Lin Yang laughed heartily.

Zhang Wei plopped down on the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress, and muttered to himself.

"We'll sleep in the same bed tonight. We slept in the same bed when we were kids, so it doesn't matter."

Lin Yang's smile vanished instantly.

"It doesn't matter to you who I am. I'm not staying here tonight. You sleep here. I'll leave after I take a shower."

Zhang Wei suddenly looked up, his eyes full of question marks.

"So where will you sleep?"

Lin Yang gave him a mysterious smile.

I won't tell you.

"grass."

After Lin Yang finished showering and changed into clean pajamas, he found Zhang Wei sprawled out on his large bed, snoring loudly.

He couldn't be bothered with the drunkard anymore, so he picked up his phone, quietly opened the door, and went to room 2404 across the street.

Enter the password, and the door lock emits a soft electronic sound.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, dispelling a small patch of darkness.

The room was completely silent, except for a faint blue light shining through the crack in the study door.

It's common for programmers to work overtime until late at night.

Lin Yang muttered to himself, not wanting to disturb her, and then, familiar with the place, he entered the master bedroom in the dark, collapsed onto the soft bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning at seven o'clock, my phone alarm went off right on time.

The numbness that Lin Yang had anticipated came from the left side of his body.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was a familiar, breathtakingly soft curve.

Chen Wanjun was like a giant koala, clinging to him, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, fast asleep.

She held him as if he were the most precious treasure in the world, afraid that she would lose him if she let go.

Lin Yang carefully and slowly pulled his left arm out from between those amazing breasts.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Wanjun showed no signs of waking up, and her breathing remained even and deep.

Looks like you worked very late again last night.

Lin Yang didn't wake her up; he simply picked up his phone, opened her WeChat, and typed a message.

I'm going to work now. Remember to eat well and don't work so late next time.

After sending the message, he tiptoed away and returned to 2403.

Zhang Wei was still lying dead in bed. Lin Yang quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and drove his dark blue Cayenne to Tianheng Garden.

Upon arriving at Su Man's home in Building 11 of Tianheng Garden, Aunt Chen had already set out a table of exquisite breakfast.

Su Man was sitting at the dining table, holding a spoon in one hand to drink meat porridge, and scrolling through the morning news on her phone screen with the other, looking very focused.

She didn't say a word throughout the entire breakfast process.

After finishing her meal, she went straight into the master bedroom to put on makeup and change her clothes.

Even after Lin Yang got into the car and drove towards the company, she remained silent, her profile cold and hard, keeping everyone at arm's length.

As Lin Yang drove, his peripheral vision kept fixed on the translucent bubble above her head, a bubble that only he could see.

[Inner monologue: Should I tell him? I don't want to involve him.]

The text inside the speech bubble refreshes again and again, only to revert to the same content each time.

Lin Yang felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.

What earth-shattering secret did President Qin tell her yesterday that made such a contradiction?

It's just a power struggle within a wealthy family, a petty squabble over inheritance. It's a plot that's been overdone in TV dramas, what's the big deal?

A typical office day unfolded uneventfully.

Su Man locked herself in the director's office and, apart from necessary work handovers, hardly spoke a word to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang was quite happy to have some free time, bickering and joking with the quirky He Xiaoya in the office, making the composed Li Tong roll her eyes, but she couldn't do anything about it.

As soon as it was time to leave work, Lin Yang waited for Su Man in the company's underground parking lot. Su Man got into the car shortly afterward, which was a rare occasion for her to leave work early.

He drove Su Man back to Tianheng Garden and parked the car in the parking lot.

Su Man unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car when Lin Yang suddenly spoke.

"President Su, is there something you want to say to me?"

Su Man paused in her action of opening the door.

She remained silent for a few seconds, and the air inside the carriage seemed to thicken.

"no."

She uttered two words, didn't turn around, and got out of the car.

Lin Yang watched her figure disappear into the elevator and shook his head inwardly.

Let's wait until she thinks it through herself before saying anything.

After finishing the sumptuous dinner prepared by Aunt Chen at Su Man's house, he got up to say goodbye and drove back to Tianyue Huafu.

Back in apartment 2403 of building 32, Lin Yang was surprised to find that the apartment, which had been somewhat messy due to Zhang Wei's arrival, was now spotless and clean.

He took out his phone and saw a WeChat message that Zhang Wei had sent half an hour earlier.

"Xiaolin, I've cleaned up the house for you. I'll move in in a few days and come stay with you!"

Lin Yang smiled, replied "Okay," and then habitually walked towards room 2404 across the hall.

There was another unread message. He opened it; it was from Zhou Qing.

【My bullet train back to Linhai is at 5 pm, and none of you came to see me off. You're all so ungrateful! I even came all the way here to see how you were doing.】

Lin Yang was helpless; he had to go to work today, but he still transferred a thousand yuan red envelope to Zhou Qing and replied at the same time.

[Miss Zhou, don't be angry. I was really busy and didn't check the message. I just got home.]

Zhou Qing replied to her message instantly.

I know you're busy, but what about Zhang Wei? What's he doing? He hasn't answered the phone all day.

I don't know about that. He slept here last night, and when I woke up this morning he was gone.

Okay, I'll let it slide since you gave me a thousand yuan red envelope, but I need to settle accounts with Zhang Wei.

Miss Zhou, you can keep arguing with him.

I put my phone away, pushed open the door, and everything was as it had been.

In the study, a faint blue light still seeped through the crack in the door.

Lin Yang walked over and peered through the crack in the door.

Chen Wanjun remained in the same position, wearing headphones, curled up in the ergonomic chair, her fingers dancing wildly on the keyboard, the code on the screen flowing down like a waterfall.

Lin Yang thought to himself, "Holy crap!"

This girl is so diligent!

Could it be because of my previous statement, "As long as you have money, I will never abandon you"?

He suddenly felt an absurd sense of responsibility.

No, I'll collapse from working myself to exhaustion like this.

He needs to tell her that even if you earn money, you have to be alive to spend it.