Cheng Shuang, without any envy, jealousy, or hatred, followed the sedan chair group obediently across the arched bridge. She initially kept her eyes straight ahead, pretending to be as light-footed as the other beauties with flowing dresses, gracefully crossing one connected suspended bridge after another. However, when she noticed that Tian Sanlang beside her was tense, gripping the handrail of the arched bridge with every step, the young girl completely relaxed.

Due to the limited number of VIPs, Tian Saburo has only been fortunate enough to visit the Central City twice so far. Of course, he is not as carefree and leisurely as the beauties who work in the Central City.

But he was not willing to be outdone; he couldn't possibly be even weaker and less capable than Xiao Shuang, that girl!

Just as he was trying to suppress his panic, Tian Saburo caught a glimpse of the person beside him plunging headfirst into the bridge railing. He immediately reached out in a panic to grab him... but missed. Due to inertia, Tian Saburo staggered and almost fell off the bridge.

The arched bridge, suspended in mid-air, though undulating and staggered, is as beautiful as a fairyland, but that does not mean it is completely safe.

If you fall and are caught by the arched bridge below, it's good if you get a head injury and bleed. The worst is if it doesn't stop you and you fall down layer by layer, getting smashed to pieces and leaving no chance for treatment.

So, unable to stop himself, Tian Sanlang's eyes widened, his composure gone, and his arms swung like spinning tops. Cheng Shuang, who was still clinging to the railing and peering down, pulled his head back, grabbed his clothes, and dragged him back.

The little girl scolded him with her hands behind her back, "Behave yourself, Mingming is scared, don't act up!"

Tian Sanlang immediately bristled, "Who's afraid? I'm not afraid! Which eye of yours saw me afraid?!"

"Two, is that enough?"

The little girl pouted, which made Tian Sanlang grit his teeth in anger, muttering to himself, "I must have been blind!"

Cheng Shuang ignored him, chased after him for a few steps, and seeing that he was still dawdling, she turned around and grabbed his wrist, urging him impatiently, "Hurry up, they've gone down the bridge."

Tian Saburo wanted to say a few more words, but the opponent's speed boost made him turn pale and shut his mouth.

Young boys and girls running hand in hand add a vibrant touch of youth to this magnificent and extravagant city center. Of course, we must ignore the vacant eyes and distorted expressions of the boys.

These scattered houses are not only shops, but also residential buildings.

Cheng Shuang noticed that the residences were far apart. The servants explained to Feng Jiakang, "Distinguished guest, to make things easier for you, we live in adjacent locations and are ready to be at your beck and call at any time."

They were referring to the rows of small houses right next to the luxurious mansion. These houses were equally exquisite, perfectly laid out, not so conspicuous, yet they had successfully dismantled the maintainers.

The treatment of Cheng Shuang and the other two was vastly different. Although they entered the house, they lived in a small corner door of the side room of the bedroom.

The room was supposed to be 100 square meters, but the three of them shared only 10 square meters, and it was a rather simple bunk bed.

Cheng Shuang stared at the metal bed frame in front of her, momentarily lost in thought. She even had the illusion of returning to the dormitory of her "old school days". But soon, she discovered the advantage of this "dormitory": three of the interior windows faced directly into the mansion's bedroom, living room, and bathroom, meaning that Feng Jiakang's every move was within the confines of this room.

The young girl suppressed her surprise and instantly forgot the envy, jealousy, and hatred she felt for Feng Jiakang when she first entered the mansion. She felt that her small dormitory was quite nice and full of a sense of security.

The maintainers naturally wouldn't let themselves be taken advantage of, but no one would refuse to enjoy the benefits, so Feng Jiakang knocked on the door of the 'dormitory'.

Fang Niang took two steps to the door, turned back and winked at Tian Sanlang. Tian Sanlang immediately touched a copper coin-shaped pattern on the headboard and pressed it down hard.

Cheng Shuang stared intently, but fortunately, neither of them felt there was anything to be ashamed of about this little mechanism. The girl even noticed the coin pattern on the headboard of all four bunk beds, one of which was slightly raised. She casually touched it and found that the mechanism was sturdy and could not be pressed without force.

In an instant, the three windows were replaced by wooden boards, blending into the wall. One of the windows was painted with a beautiful landscape painting. The lights in the room came on, and Cheng Shuang looked at it, her pupils shrinking again.

lamp?

Whether it's electric lights or neon lights, this place is clearly electrified, so why are there no other electrical appliances? Surely it's not to protect the environment or avoid over-employment?

The little girl was puzzled, her gaze fixed on Feng Jiakang, who swaggered in and deliberately turned around.

"Distinguished guest, would you like to take a bath? Shall I help you with your grooming?"

Feng Jiakang thought of the large bathtub in the bathroom and clicked his tongue, "Fine!" Seeing that the room was unremarkable and had no hidden compartments or mechanisms, he gave up the idea of ​​exploring and turned to leave.

Cheng Shuang seemed to understand why modern electrical appliances were not installed here.

Each VIP is seated separately. Where should the servants be placed?

If you're planning something, close supervision (surveillance) is essential.

"Let's change your clothes!"

After the door was closed, Tian Saburo said softly, "The clothes are a bit too big. Let's tell the manager of this house later, and we'll go to the store to change into a couple of clothes when we have time."

The so-called leader must be one of the people in the sedan chair from before, the little girl guessed, and peeked at the two sets of clothes on the bed.

She wore a light blue dress and a pale green robe, both made of sheer fabric. The dress was even lighter, with a low-cut, M-shaped bustier that hugged her shoulders and neck with fine gauze. The waist was tightly cinched, and the skirt, matching the bustier in color and material, had a high slit. The underpants weren't the traditional loose fit; instead, they clung to her legs, the thin material drawing attention. While the overall design was undeniably daring, the silky materials made it all the more appealing. Paired with a shawl, it exuded a graceful yet unrestrained charm.

The men's robes are much more formal, with openwork at the waist and fine gauze sleeves. While they accentuate the figure, they do not overshadow the men. Ultimately, this is because there are very few women among the VIPs, and this is to avoid offending the male VIPs.

The two turned around and changed their clothes. When Tian Saburo turned back, he noticed that the little girl was also wearing a light green robe. He asked in confusion, "Why didn't you change into women's clothes?"

The little girl pouted, "I can't hold it up."

It was clearly a perfunctory explanation, but Tian Sanlang managed to detect a hint of grievance in those four light words.

So cute!

He coughed lightly, put his fist to his mouth, and suggested, "While the VIPs are washing up, shall we go change our clothes?"

"Are you going to change clothes? Or are you going to find another job?" Cheng Shuang glanced at him sideways, giving him a look that said, "Don't pretend. I understand if you're afraid of not being able to compete with Fang Niang!"

Tasaburo: ...Heh, cute, but annoying, nobody loves her!

Cheng Shuang had been wanting to go out for a while. She wanted to spread the news that there was a spy window in the room as soon as possible. The only thing she could be thankful for now was that under heavy 'surveillance,' none of the maintainers had a chance to find their companions for private chats for the time being, so her identity was still safe.

The two hurried along, first reporting the matter of the clothes to the leader before leaving. They walked to the small room in the far corner, where a sign for miscellaneous items hung on the door. Pushing open the door and going around the screen, they found the room filled with hanging robes and skirts.

After changing his clothes and going out, a man wearing glasses happened to walk out of the mansion next door.

Cheng Shuang's eyes narrowed slightly—Sun Han!