Chapter 44 He who takes a man's money is bound to do his bidding; he who eats another's food is obligated to do his bidding.

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The next morning, An Jin saw the message on her phone and skipped out of her bedroom to share her joy with Yan Qing.

"Qingqing—"

What a long-lost form of address.

Yan Qing smiled faintly and turned to look at An Jin: "I'm here."

Yan Qing was cooking porridge in the kitchen. Eating soupy foods is good for the body in the summer, and whenever he has free time, he cooks porridge for An Jin every morning.

He works out regularly. An Jin hadn't noticed before, but now that she's touched him, she's realized that this man's waist is incredibly thin.

Because she was cooking, Yan Qing was wearing an apron with thin straps tied around her waist, hanging down above the man's pert buttocks.

An Jin patted Yan Qing's abs with relish, and as she released them to savor the feeling, she noticed the thin apron straps floating on the man's lower back.

An Jin swallowed hard, her whole body burning.

She glanced at Yan Qing, then at Yan Qing's buttocks, and secretly, unable to control herself, placed her right hand on Yan Qing's buttocks.

Yan Qing felt the movement behind her and her heart tightened. She glanced at An Jin indifferently, her lips still smiling, as if she hadn't noticed An Jin's hand on her. She looked at the white porridge bubbling on the stove.

An Jin stared nervously at Yan Qing, and seeing that he didn't react, she boldly continued to attack.

Don't tell me, you really shouldn't tell me.

The difference in the buttocks between men who have worked out and men who haven't is truly remarkable.

It felt amazing, soft and bouncy, even better than the chest muscles An Jin had touched last time.

When the pectoral muscles are not engaged, they are very soft, unlike the fleshy bouncy muscles on the buttocks.

As An Jin pinched him, she mentally commented, "He's acting like a lecherous old man right after waking up this morning, rubbing Yan Qing's butt and refusing to let go."

Yan Qing didn't know if she was genuinely good-tempered or deliberately indulgent, but she only put down the spoon after An Jin had satisfied herself and let go of her hand.

"The porridge is ready."

Yan Qing looked at An Jin, who hadn't washed her face or brushed her teeth yet: "Go wash up quickly."

An Jin left, and the faint sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

Only Yan Qing remained in the living room. His expression finally changed. He saw An Jin in the bathroom and turned to look at his waist and hips with a puzzled expression.

"Is it really that nice to touch?"

Yan Qing reached out and, mimicking An Jin's technique, pinched her buttocks.

However, it was obvious that he had not mastered An Jin's true skills. An Jin's palms were like fire, capable of burning through his clothes and igniting his skin, making him feel hot and uncomfortable all over.

"Damn it..."

Yan Qing sighed, reached out and turned on the kitchen tap, bent down and raised his hand, letting the clear, flowing water wash away the blush on his face and the desire in his heart.

The breakfast I ate was very strange.

An Jin was like a shark that had seen blood, or a wolf that had eaten meat, her big eyes fixed on Yan Qing.

Yan Qing appeared to be fine, but in reality, her eating movements were incredibly stiff. It took her half an hour to finish a bowl of porridge, and she didn't even pick up a single side dish out of nervousness.

An Jin also noticed Yan Qing's discomfort.

She's a wicked person; the more uncomfortable Yan Qing seems, the more secretly pleased she feels.

It's like a little boy pulling on the braids of a little girl he likes when he doesn't know what liking someone means.

Not content with just looking, he dragged himself closer to Yan Qing, carrying a stool with him, his right hand holding chopsticks and his left hand on Yan Qing's lap.

Yan Qing's face turned frighteningly red, and her gentle eyes became watery.

An Jin felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she watched, and she didn't even want to eat anymore. She withdrew her hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, sharing her feelings with Yan Qing.

"I feel so strange, Qingqing. I feel like something is about to flow out."

An Jin rubbed her tummy and acted coquettishly, her voice incredibly sweet, and kept sticking close to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was still in shock from An Jin touching her thigh and didn't immediately understand what An Jin had said.

When he finally came to his senses, he saw An Jin scream, her pajama bottoms stained with tiny specks of blood, and run to the bathroom.

An Jin squatted awkwardly on the toilet, muttering to herself, "I was wondering why I felt something was about to come out, so it was you."

So much happened this morning that An Jin was so focused on eating tofu at the banquet that she forgot she was on her period.

"I knew it! I felt really guilty while eating. Turns out I forgot to wear a sanitary pad."

An Jin clutched her head and wailed, "What am I going to do? Yan Qing must have seen it. This is so embarrassing!"

An Jin awkwardly gripped the floor with her toes in the bathroom.

Yan Qing, who was outside the door, gently knocked on the door.

"what!"

An Jin panicked when she saw Yan Qing knocking on the door.

Yan Qing seemed to pause for a moment, and then the rustling sound of things being moved came from outside the door.

Just as An Jin was wondering, she heard Yan Qing say, "I've left your change of clothes outside the door. I'm going to the store."

After she finished speaking, An Jin heard Yan Qing's footsteps gradually fading away.

She listened intently to the sounds outside until she heard the door lock in the entryway, at which point An Jin gently opened the door.

As expected, Yan Qing was no longer in the quiet living room. She reached out and immediately dragged the stool with the change of clothes into the bathroom.

Yan Qing went to the shop. When the tiger is away, the monkey becomes king.

An Jin blasted music at breakneck speed, along with the shouts of a DJ, while shaking her leg and rubbing the clothes she had just changed out of.

By the time the rap session ended, An Jin had almost finished washing the clothes. She rinsed them one last time, wrung them out, hung them up to dry, and then turned on her phone to play for a while.

Unfortunately, she is no longer the same person she was yesterday. As soon as she turns on her phone, countless messages pop up.

An Jin tried to ignore these messages, opened the contract sent to her by the Tadpole system again, and grinned foolishly.

She wasn't in a hurry to sign the contract. After she talked to Yan Qing about it, Yan Qing promised to help her find a lawyer friend to take a look at the contract.

Although Anjin couldn't change the contract provided by the platform, she should at least be aware of any hidden pitfalls in the contract before signing it.

After reading the contract, An Jin immediately took a screenshot and forwarded it.

She excitedly sent a voice message to Zhang Yuanyuan, the only person she could call a friend in real life, to brag: "Look what I received, an official contract with Tadpole Video! Zhang Yuanyuan, aren't you envious?"

Zhang Yuanyuan, who hadn't slept well last night, felt a heart attack after seeing the message. Unfortunately, An Jin had helped her a lot yesterday, so even though she was full of urges to complain, she couldn't actually let it out.

Yuanyuan: Wow! Anjin, you're so amazing! You're incredible, I'm so envious! (puppy with heart emoji)

An Jin frowned upon seeing the message.

An'an can't sleep: You've got your period too?

Zhang Yuanyuan asked in confusion: How did you know?

An'an can't sleep: What you just said wasn't like you at all.

Zhang Yuanyuan, who was suppressing her urge to complain, was speechless.

Of course she was different from usual!

An Jin used to be a wicked woman who freeloaded off her cousin, but now An Jin is her benefactor. Zhang Yuanyuan knows which is more important.

My cousin got scammed emotionally, so be it. But I'm so poor, I can't be broke.

As Zhang Yuanyuan thought this, the pressure she felt when chatting with An Jin today quickly disappeared because of An Jin's words.