The apartment fell silent once again.

Tang Yue turned his head to look out the window, his brows furrowing slightly, a deep worry flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a vibration in his leg. He took out his phone, glanced at it, then went into the second bedroom, closed the door, and answered the phone: "Grandpa."

As soon as the call connected, Grandpa Tang's teasing voice came through: "I heard you borrowed a thousand yuan from your second uncle?"

Tang Yue hummed in agreement, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Now he should completely believe I have no money, and he might take the next step soon."

For a moment, Old Master Tang was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand, he was proud of his grandson's careful planning, but on the other hand, Tang Zhanhang was his own son. The thought of family members fighting amongst themselves was extremely distressing. After a pause, he asked worriedly, "Where are you now? You have a fever, why are you still running around?"

Tang Yue raised an eyebrow: "Someone introduced me to a job, and I'll be staying at her place for a while."

"What kind of work? What kind of friends? Ah Yue, you mustn't wrong yourself or lower your standards..."

“Grandpa, I know what I’m doing.” Tang Yue interrupted him, “Only by ‘willingly degrading myself’ can I bring out the hidden threads manipulating things behind the scenes. However, there’s something I need your help with.”

"Tsk..." Old Master Tang exclaimed in surprise, both excited and astonished: "What kind of help?"

You should know that Tang Yue had never sought his help from him since childhood. Even when he first joined the company and was harassed by the directors, he just gritted his teeth and endured it. He never expected that one day he would ask him for help.

Grandpa Tang immediately felt his back pain and shortness of breath disappear, and he was full of energy.

"I would like to ask you to put in a good word with your connections at Z's company to facilitate the development of the Yu Group's global film and television project. I heard that their final proposal submitted yesterday was suddenly rejected, most likely because of me." Tang Yue rubbed his throbbing temples.

The Weibo incident was orchestrated by those individuals; they used the opportunity to test his attitude. If he hadn't been so vigilant and careful in erasing all traces online, he might have been discovered, causing all his efforts to be in vain.

but.

Even knowing the risks, I still couldn't bear to see that little wildcat being attacked by the entire internet.

Old Master Tang nodded and said, "No problem. Since it's because of the Tang family that we're implicated, I have to help." Then, he suddenly realized, "You're not with that Yu family girl right now, are you?"

"Yes." Tang Yue joked to himself, "You might hear some scandalous rumors in a couple of days, such as 'Shocking: Bankrupt CEO kept by nouveau riche's daughter, is it moral depravity or human tragedy'."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Tang laughed heartily, then asked seriously after a moment, "Are you serious about her? Or is it because... you're scheming?"

Tang Yue glanced around the empty second bedroom, then his gaze shifted. On the balcony behind the large French windows were some green plants, the most eye-catching being the cactus. Just like that little wildcat, it was thorny.

"I want to pursue her..."

-

Yu Wan sat in the car for a long time, and only when the system kept urging her did she call several stores she frequented and instruct them to deliver the items to her apartment.

[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission. One million has been credited to your account, and you have been rewarded with 100 hours of health. Current health balance: 775:31:01]

"..."

Yu Wan watched as her health returned to 700, a lump forming in her throat, a feeling of something stuck in her chest.

Damn it!

Those 100 hours were simply wasted by a terrible system.

This is so damn frustrating.

Being a system is so difficult!

Buzz—

Yu Wan's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it and saw that Meng Shen was asking when she would be back on WeChat. Her amber eyes lit up, and she immediately sent a voice message: "Come down, I'll be waiting for you at the door."

After thinking for a moment, she quickly added, "You do it yourself, and don't bring any other cats or dogs with you."

Spending a million on daily necessities is too shameful; no third party should know about it! Therefore, the best way is to get Meng Shen away.

However, at this moment...

After the voice message came on, the apartment was silent for about ten seconds.

Meng Shen: "..."

Some random person had their eyelids drooping, seemingly lost in thought, their expression unreadable.

Meng Shen blushed with embarrassment and didn't dare send a voice message. He quickly typed three words: "Coming right away." He didn't dare look at Tang Yue's expression. After changing his shoes, he slipped to the door and said with an awkward smile, "Young Master Tang, you should get some rest."

Just as he was about to close the door, he heard Tang Yue say, "Ask her if she'll be back in a bit. I'm afraid I'll be sleeping too soundly and won't have time to open the door for her."

Meng Shen was slightly taken aback. Comparing the two, he suddenly felt that Yu Xiaowan was quite a scumbag.

Even after getting back into the car and sitting in the passenger seat, he still looked at Yu Wan with a disdainful yet unspoken gaze.

Yu Wan felt a chill run down her spine under his gaze: "W-what's wrong?"

After a moment, he spoke in a low voice: "Tang Yue asked me to ask you if you're going back to your apartment later? He wants to leave the door open for you."

"I'm not going." Yu Wan gritted her teeth.

Meng Shen immediately put on a "my best friend is such a jerk" expression and said, "Then you should send him a text message back."

Yu Wan narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Are you hiding something from me?"

Meng Shen's heart skipped a beat, but he calmly insisted, "No." In reality, his mind was in turmoil. Oh no, had his double agent identity been exposed? He was sure he'd get a beating; a dislocated arm would be the least of his worries.

"Then why do you always speak up for Tang Yue?"

So that's what it was about. Meng Shen breathed a sigh of relief: "I just felt sorry for him." He opened a bottle of xylitol, poured two pills into his palm, tilted his head back and threw them into his mouth, chewing as he said, "He still has a fever. If something happens to him, no one will know. It's really tragic."

Yu Wan was taken aback, then frowned slightly and said stubbornly, "He deserved it."

Seemingly to show that he really didn't care, he immediately started the car and drove away.

Tang Yue waited a long time for a text message, then leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

I was half asleep when I was woken up by a noisy doorbell.

He got up, opened the door, and found seven or eight people standing outside, each carrying several bags.

"Mr. Tang, I am a CK employee. These are the men's underwear that Ms. Yu ordered from our store. Please sign for them."

"Mr. Tang, this is the Westin Heavenly Bed that Ms. Yu ordered. May I ask where the second bedroom is?"

"Mr. Tang..."

In just half an hour, the previously empty second bedroom and ensuite bathroom were instantly filled with all sorts of things, even the wardrobe was crammed full of clothes. Tang Yue couldn't help but think of what he had said to Grandpa Tang, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Oh!

This really does look like... he's been taken care of by her!

"Snap!"

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning rang out, and the door reopened.