128: The principle is back.

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The next morning, Jiang Ye woke up with an unprecedented sense of happiness.

No longer was his nose filled with his own scent, but rather a faint, sweet fragrance of a young girl's body, drifting in wisps and seeping into his heart.

This feeling—how should I put it?

If I had to describe it, it would be... moist, smooth, tender, and refreshing; every pore was filled with comfort.

Having finally achieved his desire, it wasn't just physical relaxation; it was more like a light sense of satisfaction spreading from the depths of his soul.

It was as if all the restlessness and emptiness accumulated over twenty years had been gently filled and smoothed away last night.

If the pleasure brought by Yao Yao's "waking girl" whimper before was a 100, then the satisfaction brought by the unique scent of Ye Cheng filling his nose upon waking, combined with the lingering charm of last night's romantic entanglement, would definitely soar above 5000!

"Cheng Cheng... my big uncle came to visit me. His surname is Chen. Should I introduce you?"

Jiang Ye gave a lewd smile. As he spoke, his wicked hand groped toward his side. "Don't be nervous. He doesn't have many hobbies; he just likes hearing juniors recite some Pinyin, like 'a, o, e' and stuff..."

He felt around the top; it was empty.

He felt around the bottom; it was still empty.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ye was stunned. He dizzily opened his eyes and rubbed them. Once his vision focused, he realized the spot beside him was empty.

He propped himself up and saw that Ye Cheng was already fully dressed, sitting on the small sofa scrolling through her phone. Seeing him look over, she gave him a sharp eye-roll.

Although she had applied some light makeup to cover it, the dark circles under her eyes silently spoke of the intensity and duration of last night's "battle."

"Tsk..."

Jiang Ye smacked his lips, his gaze sweeping over her sweater and jeans. His tone was a bit displeased:

"Cheng Cheng, why did you dress so neatly? You'll just have to take it off again in a bit. It's such a hassle."

Ye Cheng's face reddened slightly. She snorted, put down her phone, and crossed her arms. "Take off what! Have you saved up enough money?"

"???"

A row of question marks instantly floated over Jiang Ye's head. He didn't react for a moment. "What money?"

"A million! What else?" Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, sounding perfectly justified.

Jiang Ye scratched his messy hair, his mind still a bit dazed. "Didn't you say last night..."

"Yes!"

Ye Cheng interrupted him, explaining solemnly, "Last night was last night. The first time was me showing my attitude. But attitude is attitude, and principles are principles. I've expressed my attitude; now we have to follow the rules! What? You still want to get it for free? In your dreams!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

His mouth twitched. His gaze subconsciously drifted to the mangled pair of pantyhose on the carpet, then back to the woman before him who "put on her pants and refused to acknowledge anything," looking all "business is business." He was completely speechless.

"No... sister, is this really necessary? With our relationship, would I ever shortchange you?"

Ye Cheng raised her index finger and wagged it in front of him, her expression so serious it reminded Jiang Ye of his elementary school teacher.

"No, no, no, Student Jiang Ye. This is a matter of principle! We agreed: one million a month, fair prices for all. I already paid the 'down payment' yesterday. Until the final payment arrives, further services are closed."

"You..."

Between laughter and tears, Jiang Ye threw back the covers. Just as he was about to stand up, Ye Cheng quickly grabbed his clothes and pants and hurled them right at his face.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on!"

Ye Cheng blushed, her eyes darting around, not daring to look down. She spoke fiercely, "It's early morning, stop ringing your 'bells'! It's so noisy!"

Jiang Ye: "..."

"Cheng Cheng, look, we..."

He resentfully pulled the clothes off his face. While slowly getting dressed, he made one last struggle:

"We're in a proper relationship. When the feelings are there, things happen naturally. You keep bringing up money; it's so hurtful to our feelings..."

Before he could finish, Ye Cheng waved her phone at him. Immediately after, Jiang Ye's phone on the nightstand started vibrating with a "buzz-buzz."

He picked it up and saw a WeChat voice call invitation popping up on the screen. The contact's nickname was strikingly—"first wife."

Looking at those words, three black lines instantly appeared on Jiang Ye's forehead.

"Oh, so now you want to take the pure love route..."

Ye Cheng tilted her chin up. "Sure. Delete that word 'first' right now, then call your 'second wife' and tell her you'll never contact her again. If you do that, I'll lie back down right now. How about it?"

Seeing Jiang Ye's pained expression, she continued unhurriedly:

"I told you long ago, if you want to have a harem, you have to hold yourself to a higher standard. This is principle! Yesterday was my, Ye Cheng's, attitude toward you, Jiang Ye. I like you, so I was willing. But you also have to do what you're supposed to do, to prove you're worth this from me and worth that from others."

Jiang Ye curled his lip. He really had no way to deal with this clear-headed, highly principled woman.

"Talking about principles, are we? The first time was attitude, right? Then what about the second, third, and fourth times? Who was it that clung to my neck, whimpering and saying..."

"You... shut up!"

Before he could finish, Ye Cheng suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked toward him, her face flushed red.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye instantly got ready.

Based on past experience, the next step would be Ye Cheng lunging at him for a "forceful suppression," and he could take the opportunity to pin her back onto the bed.

Even if they couldn't relive the dream, he could at least dally for a while and take some liberties.

To his surprise, when Ye Cheng reached the bedside, she didn't attack. Instead, she reached into her jeans pocket, fished out a small stack of red bills, and tossed them onto the blanket in front of him.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, as if she were trying hard to suppress a smile. She said nonchalantly:

"Oh, you mean those three times afterward... Here, for you. 1500. I looked up the market price earlier; it's about that much."

Jiang Ye: "???"

Looking at the stack of money on the blanket, he went completely numb, as if struck by a massive bolt of lightning.

No, sister, what do you mean by this?

What are you taking your Buddy for?

He froze for several seconds before choking out, "Cough... so... Boss, are you... satisfied with the service? If you think it's okay, could you... patronize me a couple more times? I still have some secret techniques I haven't shown you yet..."

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