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

Lin Yang clicked "accept," paused his fingertip on the screen, and casually added a group label to it—[To-do Task].

Then, he turned off the screen, put the phone back in his pocket, and the whole process was smooth and effortless.

It's time to change this outfit.

He walked away from the property management office, and the security guard on duty didn't even look up, still focused on the newspaper in his hand.

Back in 2403, Lin Yang took off his cheap old clothes, went into the bathroom, and let the warm water wash over his body.

Amidst the rising steam, what flashed through his mind wasn't Liu Shanshan's stunningly long legs, but rather Chen Wanjun's eyes, so clean and untouched by any dust.

He quickly finished showering, changed into clean pajamas, and pushed open the door to room 2404 across the hall.

In the living room, the dining table had been cleaned and the dishes and chopsticks had been washed and were drying on the side.

The study door was ajar, and the familiar, rapid tapping of a keyboard could be heard from inside.

This woman is practically risking her life to code.

Lin Yang walked over, wiped the last bit of water off the dining table, and then went to the study door and knocked on the door with his finger.

Get some rest.

The figure inside paused for a moment, then a very soft "hmm" came from inside.

Lin Yang didn't say anything more, turned around and walked into the master bedroom, lying down on the soft bed.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the vibration of his mobile phone alarm woke Lin Yang from his deep sleep.

He didn't open his eyes; the expected numbness was already coming from the left side of his body.

Warm, soft, and with a faint fragrance.

He opened his eyes, his gaze lowered.

A breathtaking arc pressed against his chest, rising and falling slightly with his breath.

Chen Wanjun clung to him like a giant octopus, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her delicate cheek pressed against his chest, sleeping soundly.

Her breathing was even and deep, and there was even a faint smile of satisfaction on her lips.

She held him tightly, as if embracing a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again, using all her strength, afraid that if she let go, the warmth in her arms would vanish.

Lin Yang cautiously reached out and swiped on his phone screen to turn off the continuously vibrating alarm.

Throughout the entire process, Chen Wanjun showed no signs of waking up.

It seems she stayed up late again last night.

Lin Yang gently, little by little, tried to pull his arm out of her grasp.

He had just moved.

The girl's brows furrowed unconsciously, her arms tightened around him, and she murmured a dreamlike sound as she snuggled closer into his embrace.

Forget it.

Lin Yang gave up resisting and let her hold him like that.

When he came out of 2404, it was already broad daylight.

The corridor was well-lit, and he immediately spotted a man curled up on the ground in front of his door.

The man, wearing a wrinkled old coat and reeking of alcohol, lay there utterly undignified on the cold floor tiles.

Lin Yang frowned.

Who's that drunkard again, going to the wrong floor?

He took out his phone, snapped a picture of the man on the ground, and sent it directly to Manager Wang of the property management company.

[Manager Wang, there's someone drunk outside my apartment on the 24th floor. Could you please handle this?]

Just as he was about to put his phone away, the man on the ground suddenly rolled over and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Little...Man..."

Lin Yang stopped moving.

Xiaoman?

Suman?

He lowered his head and re-examined the man.

In his thirties, he looked haggard with sunken eyes. Even in his sleep, his brows were tightly furrowed, revealing an unyielding weariness and pain.

Who is this person?

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. What's it to him?

Lin Yang shook his head and returned to 2403.

Wash up and change clothes.

When he changed into the well-tailored Jenion suit and crisp white shirt and stepped out of the room again, there were already two security guards in the hallway.

Two young security guards were working together to lift the drunk man off the ground, their movements appearing somewhat laborious.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin."

Upon seeing Lin Yang emerge, one of the security guards immediately greeted him.

Lin Yang nodded, his gaze falling on the man who was still struggling.

"Who is this person? Which family does he belong to?"

"I don't know." The security guard shook his head, looking somewhat embarrassed. "We're going to take him to the property management office first, and we'll talk to him when he's sober. If he still doesn't cooperate, we'll have to call the police."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Yang didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk towards the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, he was still thinking about that "Xiaoman".

The dark blue Cayenne drove out of Tianyue Huafu and smoothly merged into the morning rush hour traffic.

Tianheng Garden.

Aunt Chen has already prepared breakfast.

A sandwich, hot milk, and a fruit salad.

She sat at the dining table, wearing a smart white suit skirt and with exquisite makeup on her face.

But beneath that carefully crafted beauty lay an undeniable weariness. There were faint bluish shadows under her eyes, and her gaze had lost its former sharpness, carrying a hint of barely perceptible daze.

She seemed to have not slept all night.

Lin Yang didn't say anything and quietly sat down to eat breakfast.

After the meal, he drove Su Man to the company.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat somber throughout the journey. Su Man spent most of the time turning her head to look out the window at the rapidly receding street scenes, remaining silent like a beautiful sculpture.

Lin Yang didn't ask anything.

He knew that asking her when she didn't want to talk about it was pointless.

Another busy day.

Or rather, it was another day of slacking off at my workstation.

Lin Yang leaned back in his ergonomic chair, staring blankly at the computer screen, letting out a long sigh.

"Ugh, why isn't it the weekend yet..."

"I just want to rest. Why is life so hard for office workers? When will I ever achieve financial freedom...?"

His accusations, filled with the bitter tears of a corporate slave, reached the ears of the person in the next workstation with pinpoint accuracy.

He Xiaoya, who was engrossed in organizing documents, looked up and rolled her eyes at him.

"Lin Yang, have some decency! You've only been working for a few days, and you're already thinking about financial freedom?"

She looked at her with disdain.

"Look at you, driving the boss's car, wearing the designer suit the boss gave you, and you're telling me you're unlucky? You're dreaming!"

Lin Yang turned his head and looked at her seriously.

"Xiaoya, you don't understand. This is all just a facade. Deep down, I'm just like you all, longing for the freedom of not having to work."

"Pah!"

He Xiaoya made a vomiting face.

"If you really don't want to work, you can resign to General Manager Su right now, and I believe she will approve it."

"That won't do." Lin Yang immediately shook his head. "Work makes me happy."

Their daily bickering brought a touch of liveliness to the dull office.

The day flew by amidst the banter and jokes.

During this period, he received a text message that 100,000 yuan had been deposited into his account, which should be compensation from the property management company, and another message that several thousand yuan had been reimbursed for hospital expenses.

After get off work, Lin Yang drove Su Man home.

She still looked preoccupied and spoke very little.

After dinner at Tianheng Garden, Su Man still didn't ask him to stay overnight, only saying casually, "Drive carefully on the road."

Lin Yang drove his dark blue Cayenne back to Tianyue Huafu.

He did not reply to 2403.

Instead, he skillfully pushed open the door to room 2404 across the hall.

As expected, Chen Wanjun locked herself in her study again, the sound of her keyboard clicking like an incessant war drum.

Lin Yang sighed, walked into the kitchen, and took out the groceries delivered by takeout from the refrigerator.

Wash the vegetables, chop the vegetables, turn on the heat, and toss the wok.

Half an hour later, the aroma of two dishes and a soup once again dispelled the chill in the room.

He brought the food to the table and went to the study to call someone.

Chen Wanjun was eating her meal in small bites, a satisfied smile on her face, like a cat being fed.

Lin Yang sat opposite her, watching her eat.

Just then.

boom! boom! boom!

A sudden, violent banging on the door erupted without warning.

The sound was so loud it seemed to tear the entire door off.

Chen Wanjun was startled while eating.

Lin Yang's brows furrowed instantly.

He got up and quickly walked to the peephole to look outside.

Under the corridor lights, a disheveled stranger was pounding on the security door across the hall, his face flushed.

It's not a 2404 error.

They smashed the door of room 2403.

Smash his door.