Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Cheng Zhe hesitated for a moment before pressing the call button.

The call connected quickly, and Lin Weiwei's sleepy but concerned voice came through: "Cheng Zhe? You finally answered me. Are you alright?"

"It's nothing. I fell asleep after finishing my work this afternoon and just woke up to see the message. I'm sorry to have worried you."

Cheng Zhe lowered his voice, trying to make his tone sound natural.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a warmth on his neck as Zhang Shiyi pressed herself against him, her warm, fragrant tongue moving around.

Her eyes were full of mischievous smiles.

Cheng Zhe forced himself to hold it in, his tone sounding unnatural.

"What's wrong? I think I heard something on your end?"

Lin Weiwei paused, her voice tinged with doubt.

"It's nothing, I just got out of bed to get a drink of water, and I made a little noise."

Zhang Shiyi, however, took advantage of the situation, her tongue moving upwards, about to seal his mouth.

Cheng Zhe gripped his phone, gently coaxing Zhang Shiyi as he parted her face.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep. You should go to sleep now. I'm fine."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and turned to glare at Zhang Shiyi.

But she smiled charmingly, reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, her tone playful: "What are you so nervous about? She can't see."

Cheng Zhe's face flushed, and he said awkwardly, "Don't do that. It's not appropriate to do that when you're on the phone."

As she spoke, she propped herself up on the edge of the bed, intending to grab her clothes and go home.

The moment his wrist touched the hem of his clothes, Zhang Shiyi hugged him tightly from behind, pressing her cheek against his back: "Don't go, please stay one night."

Cheng Zhe stopped what he was doing and turned around to see that her eyes were red and filled with unease and disappointment.

The refusal that was on the tip of his tongue got stuck in his throat, but in the end, his heart softened, and he sighed, "Okay."

After saying that, she snuggled into his arms and whispered in his ear, "One more time, one more time."

Cheng Zhe sighed, thankfully he had the talent of a strong physique, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

When Zhang Shiyi finished completely, Cheng Zhe glanced at the time; it was already close to five in the morning.

The next day at work, Cheng Zhe had dark circles under his eyes and looked listless and lacking energy.

A colleague passed by his workstation, patted him on the shoulder, and joked, "Xiao Zhe, did you work too long last night? You look exhausted."

Cheng Zhe blushed with embarrassment and quickly waved his hand to brush it off, "No, no, I just didn't sleep well last night. Let's get back to work."

As he spoke, he quickly looked down at the computer screen, afraid that his secret would be exposed.

Cheng Zhe had just finished dealing with his colleague when his gaze fell on the passing manager. He suddenly looked up and asked, "Manager, how much did your Mercedes E-Class cost?"

The office fell silent for a moment, everyone looking puzzled. Cheng Zhe was usually frugal and low-key, and had never mentioned buying a car before.

"It cost about 450,000 yuan to land, why are you suddenly asking this?" the manager asked in return.

"Since we're in a relationship, we can't keep taking the bus all the time, so I'm thinking of getting one to make things more convenient."

Cheng Zhe spoke calmly, gripping his phone tightly as he recalled the two million that had already been deposited into his account.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately changed, and their previously casual attitude became much warmer.

"Not bad, Cheng Zhe. You've kept it well hidden. So you're a low-key second-generation rich kid, here to experience life at the company?"

His colleague next to him patted him on the shoulder and laughed, his tone full of teasing.

"That's right, buying a car worth over 400,000 yuan on a whim is something we can't compare to."

Some people echoed him, their gazes carrying a different meaning.

The manager paused, turned around, and smiled broadly.

He looked at Cheng Zhe and said, "That's great. Now you'll have an advantage when we go out to discuss projects, Cheng."

"If the client sees that even our ordinary employees can drive this car, it will be a significant boost to our company's image."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding colleagues echoed and cheered, their eyes filled with even more enthusiasm.

Cheng Zhe's face flushed, and he awkwardly raised his hand to touch the back of his head.

A forced smile appeared on her lips as she mumbled a reply, "It's not decided yet, I was just asking casually."

The manager smiled, waved, and walked away. Just as the commotion in the office subsided, a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out: "What are you bragging about? What are you pretending to be?"

Cheng Zhe didn't even lift his eyelids; he knew without looking that it was Wang Zhen, a long-time employee in the same group, and the two had always been competitors.

He often used his seniority and age to make things difficult for others and steal customers.

The relationship was already tense, and Wang Zhen had even secretly sabotaged one of his clients' relationships.

The surrounding colleagues immediately fell silent, their eyes darting back and forth between the two, revealing a hint of embarrassment.

A hint of displeasure flashed through Cheng Zhe's mind, but he ultimately didn't respond. He shook his head, too lazy to argue with him.

He's thirty-five years old, but he's still like a child.

Seeing that Cheng Zhe ignored him, Wang Zhen became even more energized, leaned back in his chair, and deliberately raised his voice a few decibels.

He scoffed dismissively, "Does he think everyone's stupid? Living in an old neighborhood, calling himself a low-key second-generation rich kid, and buying a Mercedes? He's probably just putting on a show."

Wang Zhen, however, became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, his lips pursed and his face full of resentment, clearly not believing Cheng Zhe's words from the bottom of his heart.

He couldn't swallow this insult. If Cheng Zhe really came from a wealthy family, then all his previous scheming would seem like a joke.

Wang Zhen rambled on for a long time, but seeing that no one agreed with him, Cheng Zhe didn't even bother to give him a glance.

Feeling bored, he snorted sullenly, sat back down at his workstation with a disgruntled expression, slammed the mouse down, and reluctantly turned on his computer to continue working.

The surroundings became completely quiet, and Cheng Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out his phone and opened his chat with Lin Weiwei: "Weiwei, what do you think of the Mercedes-Benz E-Class? If you like it, I'm going to order it. It'll be more convenient for picking you up and dropping you off in the future."

After sending the message, he waited quietly for a reply, a conflicted look flashing in his eyes, a mixture of guilt towards Lin Weiwei and bewilderment about the current situation.

A short while after the message was sent, Lin Weiwei's reply popped up.

The words were full of surprise: "A Mercedes-Benz E-Class? That car costs over 400,000 yuan, isn't that too expensive?"

"But if you really like it and think it's practical, then buy it. I'd be really happy if you could pick me up and drop me off in the future~"

Cheng Zhe looked at the screen, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I replied with "I think it's quite suitable, so I'll choose this one," and then closed the chat window.

He opened the stock trading app on his phone, recalled the investment talent unlocked by the system, and with a strange intuition, selected seven or eight stocks and invested the remaining million-plus yuan in batches.

Cheng Zhe gripped his phone, secretly pondering how many surprises this investment talent would bring. He just had to wait and see.

After finishing his stock trading, Cheng Zhe had just put down his phone when the screen lit up again. It was a message from Zhang Shiyi: "Are you coming over tonight?"

Upon seeing the message, the image of her alluring appearance in her teacher's uniform last night flashed through his mind, and his heart skipped a beat.

Forcibly banishing the image, my fingertips replied: "Next time, tonight..."

Before Cheng Zhe could finish typing his message, Zhang Shiyi sent another one.

"Tonight is a nurses' special! Little brother, where does it hurt?"