A life of success begins with being a landlord.

In my hometown, feudal superstition is deeply ingrained.

Men don't wash their own clothes, let alone wash women's underwear!

In the minds of the older generation, touching a woman's underwear is considered unlucky, even if it is clean!

I quickly explained, "No, Sister Li, Chunyan washed your clothes. You were still asleep when she came..."

"Did that little girl wash it?"

Sister Li raised the corners of her mouth: "You're not lying to me?"

"Why would I lie to you? It really was Chunyan who washed you."

"All right."

Sister Li continued downstairs: "That girl is nice, Yaozu, you should date her. Poor little virgin, still doesn't know what love is. So handsome, and you don't even have a girlfriend, what a shame."

"Shangdan" is a local dialect term that means "extremely pitiful".

I could only force a smile and say, "Sister Li, I just asked Chunyan to do some work, I didn't mean anything by it."

"Fine, whatever."

Sister Li waved her hand, saying nothing more.

After seeing Sister Li downstairs and watching her go to the building across the street, I returned to the top floor of Building 27 and continued working with Chunyan.

At noon, I naturally treated Chunyan to fried rice noodles.

Coincidentally, I ran into Awen again.

Ah Wen was still with that girl, Ah Mei. The two were holding hands, all lovey-dovey, clearly deeply in love.

"Ah Zu, come play ball!"

Upon seeing me, Awen invited me to play billiards.

"Coming right away!"

I nodded and smiled. Let's fight then, it won't cost me anything anyway.

After eating fried noodles, I took Chunyan to play billiards. Chunyan didn't like watching billiards, so she went to Lao Zhou's shop to watch people sing.

"By the way, Wen, where do you apply for a residence permit?" I asked casually while we were playing basketball.

"It's in the security office in Building 3. You need to get a permit? I'll take you there, just let me know."

"I can't go yet, I haven't received my ID card. Can you come with me in a couple of days?"

"Okay, remember my phone number."

Thank you.

I took out my old mobile phone and wrote down Awen's phone number.

"That's so outdated, still using a mobile phone."

Awen shook his head and smiled: "Just ask your older sister to buy you a flip phone. It's only five or six thousand. It's not like your older sister is short of money."

I chuckled awkwardly, "Sister Li said she'd buy it for me during the Chinese New Year."

Do you think I'm like you, a rich young master who can have whatever I want?

Dao Zai Xiong and his five brothers each own a large villa, all four or five stories high. Even a single hair from Ah Wen's leg is thicker than my waist.

I played a few rounds of billiards with Awen, which was fun, and then went back to work.

In the afternoon, while cleaning up the graffiti, Chunyan held the stepladder for me.

"Chunyan, give me the big shovel."

I looked down for the tools.

"for you."

Chunyan handed over the shovel.

I bent down to take the tools, but I saw something I shouldn't have seen through her collar. My face turned red and my legs trembled.

"Brother Wang, are you tired?"

Chunyan was concerned for me: "Come down and hold the ladder, I'll shovel it for you."

I was sweating profusely, so I simply climbed down the ladder and rested for a while.

Chunyan insisted on climbing the ladder to work, so I had to hold the ladder for her.

Some of the psoriasis patches were applied very high, and Chunyan, being quite bold, almost climbed to the top of the ladder.

When I looked up, I saw Chunyan's snow-white legs again through her skirt, as soft as tofu, and her pink undershirt...

"Chunyan, you should come down, I'll go!"

"Brother Wang, what's the rush? I just got here, let me play a little longer."

Chunyan didn't come down; instead, she twisted her waist and laboriously scraped the little GG on the wall.

I held onto the ladder, unsure whether to look or not, not knowing where to put my eyes.

See? The more I look, the hotter it gets, and I'm sweating nonstop.

If I don't watch, I'm worried Chunyan will fall...

"oops!"

Just as she thought of this, Chunyan cried out in surprise and actually fell off the ladder.

I panicked, dropped the ladder, and opened my arms to catch it.

With a thud, Chunyan fell solidly into my arms, pulling me down with her onto the stair steps.

"Holy crap..."

I hit the back of my head and felt a little dizzy, but I still knew to hold Chunyan tightly and protect her.

Chunyan cried out in pain, "Damn it, I'm going to fall and die... I fell on my hook!"

This fall caused Chunyan to utter her hometown dialect.

"Spring Swallow, what kind of hook?"

As I gradually calmed down, I suddenly realized that my hands were wrapped around Chunyan's chest, so I quickly let go.

It really wasn't intentional; I simply didn't have time to react.

Chunyan struggled to sit up, her face flushed: "Brother Wang, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"

I sat up and rubbed the back of my head. "I'm fine now. By the way, Chunyan, where did you say you fell? Let me see..."

Chunyan quickly shook her head: "It's nothing, it's nothing... help me up and let me see."

I nodded and helped Chunyan to her feet.

Chunyan looked pained, groaning and limping: "Ouch... I twisted my ankle, and my kidneys... feel uncomfortable too."

I panicked: "I have some liniment for bruises and sprains. I'll take you back to get checked out first. If you've broken a bone, I'll take you to the hospital."

Chunyan fell while helping me with the work; this is a work injury, and I have to take responsibility.

I left the stepladder and tools in the stairwell and took Chunyan home.

Chunyan's feet hurt, so I had to carry her on my back.

Chunyan looks a little chubby, but I don't feel tired at all carrying her on my back. In fact, my back feels soft and warm, which is very comfortable.

"Brother Wang, this is the second time you've carried me on your back," Chunyan whispered in my ear.

"Yes, this is the second time."

I suddenly realized that Chunyan always got hurt whenever she was with me.

I was poisoned by cartilage powder last night, and I fell and hit a hook today.

It seems I'm Chunyan's nemesis, sigh!

Back in room 302, I carefully placed Chunyan on the sofa: "How are you feeling now? Where did you fall? Let me see?"

"My feet hurt, and... the back too."

The swallow bared its teeth and grinned.

I took off Chunyan's shoes and saw that her ankles were swollen.

"Don't move, I'll find something to apply to your face."

I opened the refrigerator and searched around, finding a bottle of frozen mineral water, which I used to apply a cold compress to Chunyan to reduce the swelling.

My father was a grassroots doctor and veterinarian in our hometown. With such a family background, I naturally learned some nursing knowledge.

"It's alright, Brother Wang, don't worry."

Chunyan comforted me, extending her left hand: "I'm a country bumpkin, not that delicate. Look at my hand, there's a scar from when I was a child, I cut myself while cutting grass. I didn't get a shot or take any medicine, and it bled a lot..."

I held Chunyan's left hand and looked at it; there was indeed a faint scar that ran almost across the entire back of her hand.

"Your foot should be fine."

I thought for a moment and asked, "You just said you fell on a hook, what hook? Where is it?"

Chunyan blushed and rolled her eyes at me.

I suddenly realized that this place was probably not a good spot, and quickly waved my hand: "I don't understand your local dialect, I was just asking..."

Chunyan chuckled, then suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered an explanation: "It's just..."