Song Chuan had just taken a bath in a tub filled with a medicinal solution made from purslane.
However, what was wetting him wasn't the medicinal solution.
To reassure Dai Yin, Song Chuan casually explained, "I didn't notice the medicinal solution overflowing from the tub while I was giving her the acupuncture treatment. That's what got me wet."
"You can't keep wearing wet clothes. Let me find some of your uncle's clothes for you."
"It's alright, Auntie. We're leaving with Suo Suo soon anyway."
"No, it's freezing outside. Being wet will make you catch a cold easily. Come with me, I'll find you something dry to change into."
Dai Yin was insistent.
Unable to refuse her, Song Chuan reluctantly followed her to change clothes.
Meanwhile, Wang Yongzheng's face was grim, his eyes filled with malice.
Just as he was about to push the door open to see what was happening inside, Jiang Pengfei blocked him. "Yongzheng, I know you're worried about Nan Sun."
"Go back for today."
"She must be exhausted and asleep. When she wakes up, I'll have her call you back."
Wang Yongzheng, blocked from entering, felt a surge of anger. He felt like his head was green with jealousy, and he had to see for himself!
Otherwise, he'd never be able to shake this unease!
*Yes, that's it—unease!*
Something felt wrong.
"Uncle, Song Chuan is not a good person!"
"They're in there—do you really think it's just acupuncture?"
"Wang Yongzheng, what are you thinking?"
"Uncle, the three of them in there must be..."
Before Wang Yongzheng could finish, Jiang Pengfei slapped him across the face.
"Shut up!"
"Wang Yongzheng, look at the filthy things you're saying!"
"Your own mind may be filthy, but don't project that onto others. Little Chuan is a gentleman. I trust him. If he's treating my daughter in there, he's treating my daughter."
"As for you, I remember you brought a bouquet of flowers for Nan Sun when you came, don't you? It was probably those flowers that caused her skin reaction!"
Wang Yongzheng's pupils dilated.
He quickly explained, "Uncle, I didn't know Nan Sun was allergic to flowers. If I'd known, I never would have given them to her..."
"What's the point of saying that now?"
"You should thank Song Chuan. If he hadn't been here today, what if Nan Sun had gone into anaphylactic shock on the way to the hospital?"
*Hmph.*
*Thank him?*
*Pah!*
Wang Yongzheng sneered. Though he harbored a hundred grievances against Song Chuan, he dared not speak further at that moment.
He was no fool.
The more he said, the more he would damage Jiang Pengfei's impression of him.
So, he merely agreed with Jiang Pengfei's words: "Uncle, I'll do as you say. I'll come back to visit Nan Sun tomorrow."
As Song Chuan emerged after changing clothes, he ran into Wang Yongzheng leaving.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder.
Wang Yongzheng stopped, lowering his voice to a warning: "Song Chuan, you'd better not have done anything to Nan Sun!"
"Otherwise, I'll make sure you pay!"
"Oh? I'd like to see how you'll make me pay."
"You!"
Faced with Song Chuan's provocation, Wang Yongzheng clenched his fists, itching to punch him.
But he knew he couldn't.
Doing so would only worsen the Jiang family's impression of him.
He snorted coldly at Song Chuan, turned, and stalked away.
After he left, Jiang Pengfei hurried over to Song Chuan. "Young master, you wear my clothes perfectly!"
"Uncle Jiang, I'll wash your clothes thoroughly when I get back and bring them over when I have a chance."
"It's just a suit. Don't bother. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters. Consider this suit yours."
*So generous?*
But then he remembered.
After all, Song Chuan had helped him earn three million yuan.
It was no wonder he was so generous to himself.
The door to the adjacent room opened, and Zhu Suosuo stumbled out, rubbing her head.
"Are we... are we going back now?"
"Yes."
Zhu Suosuo's legs were still weak, like limp noodles.
Seeing her condition, Song Chuan came to her side, bent down, and scooped her up in his arms.
"Uncle and Aunt, we'll take our leave now."
Watching Song Chuan carry Zhu Suosuo away, Jiang Pengfei sighed. "Ah."
"What a wonderful son-in-law."
"If only he were our family's son-in-law..."
Dai Yin smiled. "You want Xiao Chuan to be your son-in-law?"
"Why not?"
"Suo Suo isn't married to Song Chuan. We just need to encourage our Nansun to try harder."
In truth, Dai Yin's idea wasn't new to Jiang Pengfei.
But...
He waved his hand dismissively. "That's too underhanded."
"Let's just forget it."
"What's underhanded about it? Our Nansun is just as good as Suo Suo, and besides, our family has the better status."
"What right does Zhu Suosuo's family background have to compare with the Jiang family? If you won't talk to Nansun, I will. I'm determined to make that man our son-in-law!"
Since Dai Yin was so pleased with Song Chuan, Jiang Pengfei had nothing more to say.
"Fine, fine, fine."
"If you can dig up that wall, go ahead and dig. I'm staying out of it."
Raising a daughter...
The mother always worried the most.
After all, daughters confide their deepest thoughts only in their mothers.
Dai Yin knew her daughter better than anyone.
She was sure Nansun would fulfill her wish.
Opening the bedroom door, Dai Yin intended to discuss the matter with her daughter.
But the room was pitch-dark.
As Dai Yin reached for the light switch, a blurred figure on the bed stirred slightly. She focused on the figure.
It seemed Jiang Nansun had sat up.
"Mom, I just woke up... don't... don't turn on the light..."
"Nan Sun, why is your voice so hoarse?"
Fortunately, the light remained off.
Only Jiang Nansun knew how red her face was. "I was in the medicated bath for so long, I must have caught a chill."
The bathwater had been quite cool, and her body was still icy.
"Mom, did you need something?"
After closing the door behind her, Dai Yin had already reached the bedside. The closer she came, the more something felt wrong.
"Ah, your bedsheet is a little damp too..."
Jiang Nansun avoided her gaze. "I just got out of the bath and couldn't find a towel, so I came straight to bed like this."
"That's not good. You'll catch a cold. I'll change the bedsheet for you later."
Changing the bedsheet wasn't urgent. First, she needed to address this important matter. Dai Yin sighed.
"Mom, what's wrong? Did you want to talk to me about something?"
The room was dark.
After fumbling her way to the bedside, she sat down and took Jiang Nansun's hand. "Nan Sun, Mom just wants to ask you something."
"What do you think of Song Chuan?"
"He's... very good..."
"Your father and I are very pleased with him. Why don't you try to pursue him?"
Jiang Nansun never expected her mother to make such a suggestion.
She didn't immediately refuse.
"But... I have a boyfriend..."
"And he has Suo Suo..."
"Listen to Mom. Call Wang Yongzheng over tomorrow and break up with him formally. As for Suo Suo and him, they probably haven't been together long. Just think of ways to get closer to them. Wouldn't that solve everything?"
What Jiang Nansun didn't dare tell Dai Yin was... she had already tried to get closer to them...
**17th Floor, Ode to Joy.**
The elevator had finally been repaired. Song Chuan was bringing Zhu Suosuo back to their rented apartment.
But as they reached the door,
they found someone waiting there.
He Minhong had been looking down at her phone, but suddenly noticed a pair of leather shoes appear in her field of vision.
She slowly raised her head, her gaze drifting upward.
This was her second time meeting Song Chuan, but the first time she'd seen him in a suit.
In a suit, Song Chuan had a different aura—a禁欲 (ascetic/restrained) style!
But seeing the woman he was holding in his arms, He Minhong felt a pang of displeasure.
"Brother Song Chuan, is this...?"
"My girlfriend."
Having helped Jiang Nansun with her acupuncture for so long, Zhu Suosuo had completely lost her strength, her body heavy with exhaustion.
She lay weakly in Song Chuan's arms, not wanting to move a muscle—not even to lift her eyelids.
Yet she could still sense that Song Chuan was talking to a woman.
"G... girlfriend?"
He Minhong patted her chest, trying to reassure herself.
*Phew, that's a relief.*
*As long as she's not his wife, it's fine.*
"What are you doing guarding my door so late at night?"
"Brother Song Chuan, it's like this—I'm a copy editor, and I write articles for a public account. My job is to drive traffic and show results."
Song Chuan nodded. "Yeah, I make money by writing articles."
"Right, and my recent performance hasn't been great; my articles aren't getting much traction."
"So, I looked into other popular posts, and the ones with the highest click-through rates were all about sexual topics."
After listening for so long, Song Chuan's smile was starting to falter.
"Uh... so...?"
"So, I was thinking of interviewing you about sexual topics. What do you think?"
Late at night.
Discussing "sex" with him?
*What the hell.*
*This is He Minhong, alright.*
*That woman is a bizarre creature; there's no bizarre thing she wouldn't do.*
Song Chuan forced an awkward smile. "I seem to recall..."
"You're in a shared apartment, aren't you?"
"So you must have plenty of roommates. You could boldly discuss this topic with them to get article ideas. Why bother asking me?"
He Minhong pondered for a moment. "But..."
"I checked online, and the users who click on public account posts are all male."
"If I'm going to write this article, I need to understand my readers, and that means understanding men. Since you're my only male friend, I had to come to you."
"Brother Song Chuan, please help me finish this promotional post, okay? I still can't write a good article, and my editor will scold me again."
She grabbed his hand.
He Minhong kept acting cute and clingy, completely ignoring the fact that Zhu Suosuo was in Song Chuan's arms, as if her own status as his girlfriend had become irrelevant.
Seeing Song Chuan keep looking at Zhu Suosuo, He Minhong asked in surprise, "Brother Song Chuan, are you afraid your girlfriend will misunderstand our relationship?"
She quickly waved her hands. "Sister, our relationship is definitely pure friendship. Please don't misunderstand Brother Song Chuan."
"Huh?"
"Brother Song Chuan, Sister looks very tired. I think she's asleep."
No wonder Zhu Suosuo's body suddenly felt so much heavier.
Even though Zhu Suosuo was asleep,
Song Chuan could act freely.
But he didn't want to get burned.
Discussing this topic with He Minhong so late at night, did he even want to sleep anymore?
Ding!
Congratulations, Host, you have encountered a 100% Flawless Female Lead.
Female Lead: He Minhong
Age: 21
Hobbies: Mooches off her roommate's toys.
Love/Life/Career Flaw Rate: 100%
Completing tasks related to a 100% Flawless Female Lead will allow the System to upgrade.
System upgrade complete.
Now he could directly see through the Female Leads!
Song Chuan's breath grew hot as he eagerly awaited the System to issue tasks.
Task 1: Assist He Minhong in completing her promotional article. Publishing this type of article will result in her being reprimanded by her editor (4 stars).
Task 2: Have He Minhong lie on top of the sleeping Zhu Suosuo and complete a one-legged split (2 stars).
Congratulations, Host, you have directly selected Task 1.
Song Chuan replied, "Alright."
"Since I'm your only male friend, I'll help you out."
He Minhong's eyes lit up at this. "Really?"
"Thank you so much, Brother Song Chuan!"
"Let's go inside to talk. This is a pretty private topic, and I don't want the neighbors in the hallway overhearing."
"Okay."
As they reached the door, Song Chuan supported Zhu Suosuo with one arm and carried her bag with the other.
He also had the return gift Jiang Pengfei insisted on giving him.
With both hands occupied, he couldn't reach for his keys.
"Um... could you get my keys for me?"
"They're in my left pants pocket."
Before Song Chuan finished speaking, a small hand had already slipped into his pocket, fumbling around.
He Minhong, who had intended to retrieve the keys, grew increasingly uneasy as she searched.
*Is Brother Song Chuan's suit pants pocket torn?*
*She'd actually... she'd actually reached in and touched Song Chuan's scorching hot skin...*
"Brother Song Chuan, what's this?"
To be fair,
Song Chuan also felt the tear in his pants. He cleared his throat to mask his embarrassment. "That's the base of my thigh."
These suit trousers were Jiang Pengfei's.
The pocket must have had a hole.
And now He Minhong had reached right through it.
He Minhong's face flushed slightly. "Brother Song Chuan, I've searched both pockets thoroughly, but I can't find the key."
"Maybe the key fell out through that huge hole in your pants pocket!"
"Are you sure there's really nothing in the left one?"
"Yes, nothing at all."
Song Chuan frowned. "Why don't you try the right side?"
Zhu Suosuo was nestled in Song Chuan's right arm, her body completely obscuring the right pocket.
He Minhong could only stare at him helplessly, unsure how to proceed.
"Maybe I should help you take off your pants to check? It might have slipped into the lining."
"Hey!"
Song Chuan tried to stop her, but it was too late.
The woman was too impulsive. She immediately unbuckled her belt, pulled down her waistband slightly, and reached inside to search for the key.
"Well? Did you find it?"
Standing in the hallway, Song Chuan grew anxious, fearing someone might push open the door and witness this compromising scene...
Otherwise, no amount of explanation would clear up the misunderstanding...
"I found it!"
"It really did slip into the lining!"
"But... the key seems to be caught on something... I can't pull it out..."
He Minhong crouched down, facing Song Chuan's crotch, and began meticulously untangling the suit fabric that had wrapped around the key.
If Song Chuan lowered his head, he would be looking directly at the top of He Minhong's head.
The angle was too suggestive.
He urged, "Are you done yet? Hurry up!"
"Almost done, almost done."
Just as she was about to pull the key out, He Minhong's attention was fixed on the key, and she completely forgot about Song Chuan's lowered pants.
"Ah!"
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