Tenfold cashback: How I manipulated my ex-girlfriend on the plane

The next day, Chen Mo was woken up by his cell phone ringing.

He squinted at Guan Yao on the screen. Outside, it was already bright daylight, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a bright beam through the sheets. He reached for his phone and answered, his voice still hoarse from just waking up.

"Feed?"

"Chen Mo, are you still sleeping?" Guan Yao's voice was a little stronger than yesterday, but still weak. "It's already 9:30."

Chen Mo sat up and rubbed his neck. He hadn't slept well last night; his mind was filled with too many things, and he tossed and turned until after 2 a.m. before finally drifting off to sleep.

"I had something to do last night and went to bed late. How are you feeling?"

"I'm much better. The doctor said I can be discharged tomorrow." Guan Yao paused, a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Are you... coming today?"

"Come on. Let's go this afternoon."

"Okay. I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes for a while.

My phone vibrated again. This time it was a WeChat message from Lin Shiyu, with only one sentence: "Breakfast is on the table. I've gone out to buy groceries. Remember to heat up the porridge if it gets cold."

Chen Mo glanced at the time she sent the message: 7:42 AM. She got up to make breakfast while he was still asleep, then quietly left without waking him.

He put down his phone, got up to wash, and went into the living room.

On the table sat a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, two small steamed buns, a dish of vinegar, and a cup of warm soy milk. A small saucer covered the bowl to keep it warm, and steam still rose when it was lifted. Next to it was a note: "I added a little ginger to the congee to ward off the cold. I ironed the shirt you wore last night and hung it behind the bathroom door."

Chen Mo looked at the note and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He sat down, ate his breakfast bite by bite, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and then went into the bathroom to wash up.

He looked good in the mirror, his eyes gleaming with a light that life had slowly nurtured. He shaved, washed his face with the new face wash Lin Shiyu had left by the sink, and then changed into his crisply ironed Versace shirt.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, my phone rang again. This time it was an unknown number.

"Is this Mr. Chen Mo? I'm Wang, the property manager of Jiangpan Mansion. We received the owner information registration form you submitted last night and would like to confirm your parking space. There's one private parking space in Block B of the underground garage, costing 800 yuan per month. Would you like it?"

"Yes. By the way, how do I pay the property management fee?"

"The property management fee is payable quarterly, at 3,600 yuan per quarter. We can deduct it directly from your registered bank card, is that alright with you?"

"Can."

The system notification tone immediately sounded after I hung up the phone.

[Ding! Host has spent 4,400 yuan (parking space rental + property management fee), and received a tenfold cashback of 44,000 yuan! Current balance: 26,011,000 yuan!]

Two thousand six million and one thousand one hundred and eleven thousand yuan.

Chen Mo glanced at his balance and calculated in his mind: he was still 74 million short of 100 million. Investing 10 million to Shen Jiayi would yield a 100 million cashback, completing the task immediately. However, he couldn't just invest that 10 million casually; he had to go through the proper procedures and sign a formal contract, otherwise there would be tax trouble later.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Shen Jiayi.

"I've reviewed the proposal. Ten million, I'll invest. When do we sign the contract?"

Shen Jiayi replied less than thirty seconds after the message was sent.

"So soon? Don't you need to reconsider?"

"No need. I trust your professional abilities."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice message came through. Chen Mo opened it, and Shen Jiayi's voice came through the phone, filled with undisguised joy: "Chen Mo, you're really someone I can trust to get things done. I'll have the legal department prepare the contract today, and we can find a place to sign it tomorrow afternoon?"

"Okay. You decide on the location tomorrow at 2 PM."

"Okay. By the way..." Shen Jiayi paused for a moment, "Are you free tonight?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'd like to treat you to a meal as a way of thanking you in advance. Although the contract hasn't been signed yet, I'm very touched by your trust."

Chen Mo thought for a moment. He had originally planned to go to the hospital to accompany Guan Yao tonight, but she would be discharged tomorrow, so it wouldn't be a big problem if he didn't go tonight.

"Okay, what time?"

"I've made a reservation for the 'Wutong' restaurant by the river at seven o'clock."

"Okay. See you tonight."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes for a while.

I had dinner with Shen Jiayi tonight, and went to the hospital to see Guan Yao this afternoon. Tomorrow, after signing the contract, my assets will exceed 100 million, and the system store will be unlocked.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

But there's one question he hasn't figured out yet: should he agree to Guan Yao's request to get back together?

[Ding! Side quest "Reconciliation with Ex" countdown: 3 days 11 hours. Please make your choice as soon as possible.]

Chen Mo opened his eyes, looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and remained silent for a long time.

At 2 p.m., Chen Mo appeared at the door of the ward in the airport hospital.

Guan Yao was leaning against the headboard reading a book, her long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a light blue hospital gown. Her complexion was much better than yesterday; her cheeks had regained some color, and her lips were no longer as pale as before. However, she had still lost weight, and the lines of her collarbone and jawline were more defined than usual. The hospital gown looked loose on her, as if it were hanging on a hanger.

When she saw Chen Mo enter, her eyes lit up for a moment, then returned to calm.

"You're here?" she asked casually, as if greeting a casual friend.

"You're here." Chen Mo placed the fruit he was carrying on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling today?"

"The doctor said the recovery is going well, and I can be discharged tomorrow morning." Guan Yao closed the book and placed it next to her pillow. "What time did you get home last night?"

"Around 10 o'clock."

"With Lin Shiyu?"

Chen Mo glanced at her: "How did you know I was with her?"

"Zhao Xue told me," Guan Yao said calmly, but her fingers unconsciously gripped the corner of the blanket. "She said she saw you two in the parking lot. You were wearing a new shirt, and she was wearing a black skirt. You got into your car together."

Chen Mo paused for a moment: "There was a VIP dinner at Porsche last night, and I took her there. She's my assistant, and she needs to be there for these kinds of occasions."

"Assistant." Guan Yao repeated the word, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Chen Mo, do you really think she's just your assistant?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Guan Yao looked away and gazed out the window. "I just feel that an assistant wouldn't get up at six in the morning to make you breakfast, wouldn't iron your shirts and hang them behind the bathroom door, and wouldn't prepare all the things you need to take and put them in the entryway before you leave the house."

Chen Mo was taken aback: "How do you know all this?"

"She posted it on WeChat Moments," Guan Yao said. "Although it was just a picture of her breakfast with the caption 'Good morning,' she forgot to turn off location services. The location showed as Riverside Mansion."

Chen Mo frowned, took out his phone, and opened Lin Shiyu's WeChat Moments.

Sure enough, at 7:15 this morning, she posted a photo. The photo showed a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, two steamed buns, and a cup of soy milk next to it. The caption was just one word: "Good morning."

Location displayed: Jiangcheng·Jiangpan Haoting.

The post on WeChat Moments already has over a dozen comments, all from university classmates. Some asked, "Shiyu, have you moved to a new place?", others asked, "Who made you breakfast?", and still others directly asked, "Are you living with your boyfriend now?"

Lin Shiyu didn't reply to any of them.

Chen Mo put down his phone and looked at Guan Yao: "She just posted a message on her WeChat Moments, it doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything?" Guan Yao turned her head, looking directly at him. "Chen Mo, when did you become so naive? A single woman, making breakfast in the kitchen of an upscale residential area early in the morning, posting it on WeChat Moments without turning off location, what do you think she's trying to express?"