lerbook Chapter 1 On a stormy night, she opened the door wearing a lace nightgown!
Chapter 1 On a stormy night, she opened the door wearing a lace nightgown!
The rain in Jinghai City is pouring down.
Thunder roared overhead, shaking the asphalt road.
Genting Manor, a wealthy area.
A dilapidated yellow electric scooter struggled desperately in the torrential rain, like a drowned rat that had wandered into a pack of wolves.
Zhang Yan wiped the water off his face, but he couldn't see anything clearly.
The phone screen flickered twice and then went completely black.
no power.
Damn.
This order is for "Supreme Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles", with a delivery fee of fifty yuan.
The notes, however, felt like a death knell: "[Spilled soup, bad review; one minute overtime, bad review.]"
There are three minutes left before the timeout period expires.
This place is as big as a maze. Where exactly is Building 9 in Area A?
The raincoat had long become a mere decoration; icy water poured down the collar and onto my spine, taking away the last bit of body heat.
Zhang Yan gritted his teeth and, relying on the direction the security guard had pointed in his memory, twisted the accelerator to the floor.
Ahead was a detached villa with high walls, and a bronze plaque was engraved with: A-09.
Arrived.
Just as I was about to apply the brakes, the front wheel ran over a wet, slippery patch of moss.
The car suddenly swerved to the side.
"Bang!"
The person and the vehicle crashed heavily into the floodwater.
My knees are in excruciating pain.
Ignoring his leg injury, Zhang Yan got up and went to protect the incubator behind him.
When I opened the box, my heart sank.
The rich aroma of chicken soup mixed with the muddy smell wafted over.
The rice noodles, priced at 380 yuan a serving, lay overturned at the bottom of the box, the golden broth spilled everywhere, with only a few pieces of chicken hanging on the side.
It’s over.
This is his living expenses for three days.
Zhang Yan stood frozen in the rain, staring at the puddle of soup.
As an orphan who had just been admitted to Jiangnan University, 380 meant that he would have to eat steamed buns for the next two weeks.
run?
Your account will be banned, cutting off your only source of income.
Zhang Yan swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, picked up the still dripping bag, and limped toward the huge carved wooden door.
Even if it means losing money, you have to apologize first.
My fingers were frozen stiff as I pressed the doorbell.
"Ding-dong—"
No one answered.
I pressed it again.
Just when he thought he was going to make a wasted trip tonight, the heavy wooden door clicked shut.
opened.
The warmth from the radiator, mixed with the scent of fine wood and sandalwood, enveloped him instantly.
Zhang Yan lowered his head instinctively, his voice hoarse:
"Sorry, I'm a food delivery person..."
"Why is it so slow?"
A lazy, magnetic female voice drifted down from above, husky from just waking up.
It makes your eardrums itch.
Zhang Yan raised his head slightly.
My gaze fell upon a pair of feet.
Barefoot, stepping on an expensive Persian carpet, her toes rounded and pink.
Above that were a pair of dazzlingly white long legs.
Further up...
Zhang Yan abruptly stopped, his gaze snapping to a halt, no longer daring to move.
The woman was only wearing a black lace nightgown.
Extremely thin.
Large swathes of snow-white skin were faintly visible beneath the black lace, and the neckline was very low, rising and falling with each breath—a sight that could kill.
She held a half-empty glass of red wine in her hand, her long hair casually tied up, with a few strands of wet hair clinging to her neck.
Those slightly upturned fox-like eyes held a hint of intoxication and a touch of nonchalance.
Nie Qingcheng.
The "Bamboo Leaf Green" liquor, feared by all in the Jinghai business community.
At this moment, she stood unsuspectingly in front of a food delivery worker.
Zhang Yan's cheeks were burning hot as he stared frantically at his toes.
"Um... your takeout."
Her voice was hesitant.
Nie Qingcheng did not answer.
She leaned against the doorframe, took a sip of her drink, and looked at the young man in front of her with amusement.
Soaked to the bone, he looked utterly disheveled.
But those eyes...
It's really bright.
Clear and clean, like some kind of startled fawn.
In the calculating city of Jinghai, this kind of gaze is a rare find.
"What? Is my takeout meant to get rained on?"
Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, her gaze falling on the bag in his hand that was still dripping with water.
Zhang Yan stiffened and pulled the bag back.
"I'm so sorry..."
He gritted his teeth and told the truth.
"The rain was too heavy and the roads were slippery. I accidentally slipped and fell, and the rice noodles... spilled."
Only the sound of rain pattering could be heard.
Zhang Yan awaited the expected insults.
Nie Qingcheng frowned slightly as she looked at the dripping bag.
I'm in a bad mood.
She attended a board meeting all day, and those old guys were making such a racket that her head was throbbing. All she wanted to do when she got home was eat something hot, but even that was gone.
Normally, she would simply close the door and file a complaint.
But today...
She looked at the boy in front of her.
The cheap delivery uniform clung to her body, outlining her slender yet not frail figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Rainwater slid down her jawline and into her neckline, making her collarbone faintly visible.
It's somewhat pleasing to the eye.
"Spilled?"
She chuckled softly, her expression unreadable.
"So what are you going to do? I've been starving all day."
Zhang Yan's heart sank.
As expected, they had to pay compensation.
But he had no choice; it was a matter of principle.
"or……"
Zhang Yan raised his head, his eyes resolute.
Because it was so cold, my teeth were chattering, and my voice was a little slurred.
"Shall I... buy you another bowl?"
Nie Qingcheng was stunned.
His fingers tightened slightly around the wine glass, and his gaze turned strange.
That kid.
They're quite bold.
I spilled soup while delivering takeout and I don't have the money to pay for it, so I'm thinking of paying with my own body?
Spend the night with her?
The men who want to get into her bed could line up from here to the Huangpu River. What makes this guy think he's qualified?
But looking at Zhang Yan again, he seemed uneasy, not like a seasoned veteran, but more like a respectable man forced into a corner.
interesting.
Nie Qingcheng's irritation dissipated, replaced by a mischievous sense of fun, like a cat playing with a mouse.
She leaned forward, and a delicate fragrance instantly enveloped Zhang Yan.
Are you sure?
A breathtaking smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"Do you know who I am? Do you know what the price is for being with me?"
Zhang Yan didn't understand what the price was at all.
It's just a bowl of rice noodles, isn't it?
At worst, I'll go work as a construction worker this week.
He nodded, his tone firm:
"I know, even though I don't have any money right now, I'll definitely make you happy."
As long as my account isn't banned, I'm willing to run myself ragged.
"To my satisfaction?"
Nie Qingcheng laughed so hard her body trembled, her chest heaving with pleasure.
That's quite a boast.
No matter how hard a wealthy young man tries, he can't win a smile from her.
"OK."
Nie Qingcheng stepped aside to make way for the door.
He downed the red wine in one gulp, his fox-like eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
"Then come in."
"Since you've put it that way, if you can't satisfy me tonight..."
Her slender fingers tapped Zhang Yan's soaked chest.
"You're not getting out of here."
Zhang Yan was stunned.
Go...into?
Isn't it supposed to be a simple scan-to-pay-and-leave-it deal?
"Um...no need, I'm dirty, I'll get the carpet dirty."
He looked at the muddy water under his feet and instinctively stepped back.
Nie Qingcheng's smile vanished, and she reverted to her icy demeanor.
"Just come in, why all the nonsense? Or... are you playing me?"
A sense of oppression washed over me.
Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Okay... I'll go in."
He carefully stepped across the threshold, carrying the takeout bag.
Behind me, there was a loud bang.
The door closed.
The torrential rain was kept out, and the only sound inside was the breathing of the two people.
Zhang Yan stood in the entryway, not daring to step on the carpet that looked priceless.
Nie Qingcheng slowly walked to the sofa, sank into it, and crossed her long legs.
He pointed to the open kitchen.
"Go."
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
Zhang Yan was stunned.
Where to go?
Does this rich woman have some kind of peculiar hobby, like being in the kitchen...?
My fingers were sore from squeezing them so hard they turned white.
He would rather die than comply with such a request.
Poverty is acceptable, but dignity must not be lost!
"What are you standing there for?"
Nie Qingcheng urged impatiently.
"Didn't you say you'd compensate me?"
"The kitchen is over there, there are ingredients in the fridge. If the food doesn't taste good, I'll give it a bad review."
kitchen?
Ingredients?
Cook?!
Zhang Yan suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open.
It turns out it was compensation for cooking!
That's terrifying.
I've already thought of what to name my future child.
"call……"
I exhaled a breath of stale air, and my legs felt a little weak.
As long as it's not a sexual favor, I'll do anything.
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
Zhang Yan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He placed the discarded takeout bag next to the trash can, took off his muddy shoes, and walked barefoot onto the floor, quickly heading towards the kitchen.
Nie Qingcheng looked at his "survived" expression and slightly raised the corners of her mouth.
Zhang Yan walked into the luxurious kitchen, which was even larger than his dormitory.
Open the double-door refrigerator.
I was stunned.
M9 Wagyu beef, black truffle, foie gras.
Is this what rich people's refrigerators are like?
Zhang Yan was at a loss.
I've never even seen these things before, let alone made them. If I break them, I couldn't afford to pay for the damage even if I sold myself.
Just as I was hesitating whether to ask if I could just cook noodles.
A mechanical voice echoed in my mind.
[The host has been detected to be in a state of extreme distress.]
[Perfect Life Assistance System activated.]
[New Player Gift Pack: God-Level Cooking Skills (Master of Home-Style Dishes)]
[Task: Make a bowl of plain noodles that will satisfy Nie Qingcheng.]
[Reward: 2000 RMB in cash.]
Zhang Yan stood there, stunned, holding a scallion in his hand.
system?
A massive influx of information flooded my mind, and the concepts of cooking time, knife skills, and seasoning seemed to be etched into my muscle memory.
His gaze changed as he looked at the scallion in his hand.
No longer confused or embarrassed, but instead possessing an unprecedented focus.
It's just a bowl of noodles, isn't it?
Zhang Yan turned around and took the chef's knife from the knife rack.
A flash of cold light.
In the living room, Nie Qingcheng, who was idly scrolling through her phone, suddenly felt a twitch in her ear.
The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen.
Tap tap tap tap tap—
It was fast, steady, and very rhythmic.
Nie Qingcheng put down her phone and looked over in surprise.
That once hunched back is now standing straight.
Why does this kid suddenly seem like a different person?