46: Food served in the cafeteria

The Hall Battle ended hastily amidst Yaoyao's emotional breakdown and tearful collapse.

The various punishments that were supposed to be meted out for 'Xing Yu Xin Yuan' also fell through because the number one contributor here was crying so pitifully that she couldn't continue.

Zhi Xia tried to smooth things over on the public screen, thanking all the big brothers and visitors for their support, while signaling the other sisters to take over the conversation, barely managing to wrap up the Hall Battle's closing procedures.

After enjoying the lingering sensation of the high-end massage, Jiang Ye headed home while staring at the WeChat interface, hoping Yaoyao would show some 'appreciation'—like directly transferring the 9,400 yuan for the shoes.

Unfortunately, aside from the earlier cautious greetings and a few exchanges during the Hall Battle, no new transfer records popped up in the chat box.

"Tsk..."

Jiang Ye was a bit disappointed, but upon second thought, he let it go.

After deducting the 5,000 yuan Yaoyao had transferred earlier, she probably only ended up with a little over 9,000 yuan from this Hall Battle.

You can't expect someone to cough up all the money they earned, betting that you'd keep going crazy with the gifts.

Looks like I'll have to wait for the next opportunity.

Next assessment or PK, those shoes should be a sure thing.

Jiang Ye clicked his tongue and casually opened Meituan, typing 'gym' into the search bar.

Thanks to running deliveries in the wind and sun for half a year, his physical foundation was actually quite solid, but even the best foundation can't withstand the indulgence that comes with having money.

The pain in the soles of his feet earlier was a warning sign!

But then again, if you don't indulge after getting money, what the hell do you need money for?

"Hmm... I still need to build up my physical foundation more solidly in advance, just in case~"

Jiang Ye pushed open the door to his home, grinning mischievously, his mind already conjuring up scenes that require excellent physical stamina—like three-on-three, four-on-four, five-on-five... even 1080P grand spectacles.

He casually selected a nearby 'Dihao Fitness Club' on Meituan.

Even though it was already past 9 p.m., within five minutes of leaving his phone number following the group purchase process, a fitness consultant named A Mu proactively added him on WeChat.

After a brief chat, Jiang Ye expressed his desire to first experience the environment and services, and A Mu enthusiastically arranged for him to visit for a tour and trial the next day at 2 p.m.

With that settled, Jiang Ye yawned and got ready to wash up and sleep.

Just as he stood up to head to the bathroom, his phone dinged several times in a row—it was Ye Cheng and Yaoyao sending WeChat messages one after the other.

Ye Cheng first sent a photo, carefully composed with the focus on two long, slender legs wrapped in white tights, their lines even and straight, wearing black leather shoes—quite enticing.

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Followed closely by two messages:

The second text message: 【Food Safety Certificate, honest and fair! Send me the address!】.

The third was a sticker, an open pale palm with three eye-catching words photoshopped onto it: 'Pocket Money!'.

Jiang Ye's gaze slid over Ye Cheng's two enticing long legs, pondered for a moment, and replied with the address of the Hanting Hotel on the next street.

The woman's intention was clear: feed some fragrant 'little gifts' and, in return, ask for next week's 'feeding fee'.

But the problem was... Jiang Ye stroked his chin, sinking into deep thought.

When other guys give pocket money to Girls, it's real money in exchange for soft jade and warm fragrance, intimate contact, even thirteen times with just a bowl of spicy hot pot.

How come when it's my turn, throwing out several thousand every week, all I get is a bunch of weird collectibles?

Forget it, forget it, I won't think about it.

When my funds are more substantial, I'll definitely hoist those legs over my shoulders!

Jiang Ye shook his head, then clicked on Yaoyao's WeChat, immediately taken aback.

Yaoyao: 【Brother Ye, I want to see you.】

Jiang Ye looked down at his abdomen, then subconsciously glanced at his right hand, momentarily caught in an internal struggle.

A 91-point top-tier Girl, looks, figure, temperament all top-notch, even her voice is voice actor level... as long as I can maintain the 'god-tier tycoon' aura after meeting, with the right atmosphere, there's a high chance some wonderful adult-friendly scenarios might happen.

The temptation level was maxed out.

But... he glanced at the 35,000-plus figure in his WeChat balance and sighed.

Meeting up sounds great, but the practical threshold isn't low at all.

If we really meet, food, drinks, entertainment, accommodation, transportation—which one doesn't cost money?

A true god-tier tycoon who casually spends 30,000 in a small Hall Battle would at least stay in a five-star hotel suite, eat at high-end restaurants, wear clothes and shoes that aren't Taobao bestsellers, and even if not driving, would take a premium car service, right?

More importantly, what if after meeting, this Girl feels the relationship has 'transcended,' she's fully 'committed,' and stops actively 'gifting' in the future? Wouldn't that cut off the long-term cashback income?

"..."

Jiang Ye looked at these two WeChat messages from Ye Cheng and Yaoyao, each with a different style but both full of temptation, feeling so frustrated he gritted his teeth.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth and reject Yaoyao first, planning carefully for the future, she suddenly sent another new message:

【Brother Ye, you protect me for two months, and once things stabilize in the living room and we know each other better, we'll meet, okay?】

Jiang Ye stared at this message, instantly rolled his eyes, tossed his phone onto the sofa, and got up to wash up.

Damn!

Wasted all that time agonizing for nothing!

So it was just empty promises, pure manipulation!

...The next afternoon, Jiang Ye ignored the dozen-plus WeChat messages from Yaoyao on his phone, strolled out, and headed straight to the Hanting Hotel next door.

Rummaging through the delivery box next to the front desk, he indeed found a small box wrapped in an exquisite gift bag, with a sticky note saying 'For Mr. Jiang.'

Jiang Ye took the box to a corner of the lobby, unwrapped it, and took a quick look.

It was the pair of white tights she wore in last night's photo; judging by the brand and texture, they probably weren't cheap.

He discreetly sniffed—yep, still that scent, the smell of money... no, the 'pure and pollution-free' scent of Student Ye Cheng.

【Received a gift from Ye Cheng: high-end tights, two pairs. System evaluation value: 1,200 yuan. Triggered 1,000% cashback, obtained 12,000 yuan.】

【System account balance: 12,000 yuan!】

"Not bad, not bad."

Jiang Ye nodded in satisfaction, casually switched back to WeChat, and transferred 8,000 yuan to Ye Cheng, with a simple and blunt note: pocket money.

Then he opened JD.com, casually browsed, selected a pair of 3,200 yuan thick winter tights, and sent the link to Ye Cheng.

Although he only sent one link, after the previous few 'adjustments,' he believed Ye Cheng would understand—this was next week's 'menu.'

Sure enough, not long after sending the message, Ye Cheng instantly accepted the 8,000 yuan transfer, then replied with a big middle finger.

No extra words, but he understood—this meant the 'cafeteria' had accepted his proposal.

Jiang Ye casually stuffed the gift bag with the tights into the pocket of his oversized down jacket and cheerfully headed toward the Dihao Fitness Club at the New Mart Shopping Mall.