34: Instant noodles - 3

Looking at the balance in his System account skyrocketing because of that bag of "loot," Jiang Ye was overjoyed, but he tried his best to keep a straight face, maintaining a calm "I'm in a mediocre mood" expression.

He looked up at Ye Cheng, who was standing at the bedroom door.

This woman was standing with her arms crossed, her mouth pouting, staring at him with a mix of extreme disdain, a bit of confusion, and a look like she was looking at an idiot.

"Satisfied now? You stinking Pervert?"

Jiang Ye smacked his lips and took a large, satisfied gulp of the instant noodle soup. "It's alright, just so-so."

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, finding it truly impossible to understand this Pervert's train of thought.

But looking at the 5000 yuan transfer record in WeChat, she felt a bit guilty—after all, she had just received so much money from him, so giving him the middle finger directly felt like she lacked a bit of confidence.

But then again, since he liked them so much, why didn't he buy them online?

If he threw down a few thousand yuan, no one would refuse, right?

Oh, right, he might be afraid of being scammed, afraid that what he bought for a high price would be supplied by some guy who scratches his feet... Ugh, just thinking about it was disgusting.

Thinking this way, she suddenly felt that her supply was simply pure and pollution-free, with guaranteed quality.

Hmm... anyway, it was better not to remind him that they were sold online.

In the future, she could rely on this "information gap" to supply him regularly and then ask him for pocket money. It was perfect!

Ye Cheng gave a light huff and sat back on the sofa to continue eating her noodles. However, catching a glimpse of that bag of things out of the corner of her eye, she still felt a bit ashamed, and the tips of her ears gradually turned red.

Looking at her huffy yet embarrassed and annoyed appearance, Jiang Ye suddenly felt a bit of an itch in his heart.

He coughed once, extended two fingers again, and gave Ye Cheng's bare thigh a light pinch.

It felt delicate and smooth to the touch, with an excellent texture.

"Hey!"

Ye Cheng was startled and suddenly bounced up from the sofa. "What are you doing?! Keep your hands to yourself!"

Jiang Ye scratched his head with a serious face. "I was just seeing if you were still wearing the ultra-thin ones... Oh, so you aren't wearing any..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

She looked at his "I'm just curious" face, her chest heaving violently a few times, but she simply couldn't find the right words to curse him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Holy crap? Classmate Ye Cheng, you didn't think I wanted to touch your thigh just now, did you? What are you thinking? Don't I have my own thighs? Why would I need to touch yours?"

"..."

Looking at his righteous and stern appearance, Ye Cheng gritted her teeth hard and squeezed out three words: "You are ruthless!"

Then she decisively picked up her bowl and chopsticks and moved her butt to the other end of the sofa, staying far away from him, using her actions to say, "Don't touch me."

Seeing her acting as if she were facing a great enemy, Jiang Ye clicked his tongue, as if disdaining her for making a mountain out of a molehill.

He picked up his phone again, clicked into JD.com, and his fingers skillfully swiped across the screen.

Two minutes later, Ye Cheng's phone on the coffee table vibrated a few times.

She picked up her phone in confusion, opened WeChat, and saw several messages from Jiang Ye. The cross-shaped veins on her forehead instantly bulged.

They were several JD.com links, all for high-end brand pantyhose, with prices ranging from 1,000 to 2,000 yuan.

The titles made her eyelids twitch even more—"Ultimate Temptation," "Lace Ultra-thin," "Skin-penetrating Invisible"... Ye Cheng took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to smash her phone into Jiang Ye's annoying face.

Dammit!

Is this bastard "ordering from a menu" here?!

However, to Jiang Ye's surprise, she didn't explode immediately. She just took another deep breath, silently muted her phone, and continued to bury her head in her noodles, pretending she hadn't seen anything, looking like "I can't be bothered with you."

Jiang Ye nodded with deep empathy.

Yeah, he was familiar with this reaction!

Wasn't this the standard state of modern-day overworked beasts of burden when facing unreasonable demands from an idiotic boss—both speechless and helpless?

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a smug smile, but then he froze.

Eh?

Wait... something seemed wrong with this metaphor. Why did he inexplicably cast himself in the role of the idiotic boss?

Damn it, I'm clearly a generous and conscientious entrepreneur with a few unique collection hobbies, okay!

...A meal of instant noodles that should have been finished in ten minutes ended up taking over an hour due to the various "clashes" and "gambits" between the two.

By the time the last gulp of soup was finished, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.

The night outside was thick, and the streets were exceptionally quiet.

Jiang Ye patted his stomach and glanced at Ye Cheng, who was holding a cushion and watching a variety show. His little mental abacus started clicking again:

"Um... Student Xiao Ye, look, it's so late, it's freezing outside, and it's not easy to get a taxi. How about tonight I just..."

Before he could finish, Ye Cheng turned her head and gave him a straight middle finger, her eyes full of "I've already seen through everything" disdain:

"Don't even think about it! Have you saved enough money? Have you given me the million? You want to unlock the staying-over plot already? Are you done eating? If you're done, get lost and go home!"

Jiang Ye was choked up. Looking at Ye Cheng's guarded and impenetrable appearance, he sighed helplessly.

Fine, looks like there's no chance tonight.

Since she wouldn't let him stay, the longer he stayed, the more frustrating it would be. Might as well go home and sleep.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'm leaving. It's not like I don't have a home."

Jiang Ye stood up with feigned nonchalance, carried his precious bag to the door, and bent over to change his shoes.

Just as he opened the door, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He hesitated for a moment and turned back to look at Ye Cheng, who was still on the sofa.

"By the way, Xiao Ye, I want to discuss something serious with you."

Ye Cheng looked wary. "No goodbye kiss, no touching, no hugging, just leave!"

"...I wanted to ask if you have any classmates or friends who are particularly good-looking and have a great temperament?"

Jiang Ye tried to make his tone sound as casual as possible:

"Um... could you help me get some small items they've used, like hairpins or hair ties? I have a friend... who's into that and wants to collect them."

Upon hearing this, Ye Cheng's eyebrows shot up instantly, and she refused without a second thought:

"No! Don't even think about it! Get out now! Messing with me isn't enough, you want to stretch your demonic claws toward my sisters? Jiang Ye, let me tell you, not a chance!"

After she spoke, she suddenly felt that the word "messing" wasn't quite right, as if she had included herself in it. Two patches of blush couldn't help but fly onto her cheeks.

To hide her embarrassment, she simply jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the door in a few steps, and pushed and shoved Jiang Ye out.

"Go, go, go! If you don't leave, I'll call the police for harassment!"

"Hey, hey, hey... don't push, I'm really asking for a friend..."

"Bang!"

What responded to him was a merciless, heavy sound of the door slamming shut.