87: Half - 2

Looking at Jiang Ye's expression that screamed "I'm very reasonable, come and discuss this with me," Ye Cheng decided she absolutely could not let him lead her astray. She had to turn the tables and seize the initiative.

She looked at Jiang Ye with a half-smile and threw out that classic life-or-death question:

"So? Young Master Jiang, what do you want to unlock—the upper half or the lower half? The upper half is my soul, my thoughts, representing our spiritual resonance; the lower half is my body, representing the most primal desires."

Ye Cheng leaned forward slightly, her gaze burning as she stared at him: "Jiang Ye, please tell me seriously and honestly, what do you really like—my soul, or me... this pretty shell?"

As she asked this, she knew deep down that this fatal question that could stump 99% of men would likely be an ineffective attack against this guy, whose face was thicker than a city wall and whose morals were scattered all over the ground.

He definitely had a way to give an answer that was both shameless and impossible to refute.

Sure enough, after hearing the question, Jiang Ye didn't fall into deep thought or panic like an ordinary man. Instead, he lowered his head a bit sheepishly and took a big gulp of milk tea:

"Hmm... neither."

Ye Cheng snorted lightly and shot him a glare.

See!

This guy was definitely about to start acting like a jerk.

She cut him off first: "So... it's the left half, right? You're thinking pretty big—not missing out on anything, and still able to..."

Before she could finish, Jiang Ye waved his hand to interrupt her.

"Comrade Xiao Ye, your thinking is too narrow. How could it not miss out?"

"Huh? Then what do you want...?"

"What I want to unlock is the 'front half.'"

Ye Cheng was stunned, not quite getting it: "...Front half?"

"Yes! Just this half of your front side."

Jiang Ye nodded vigorously, his eyes incredibly sincere: "From the top of your head to the soles of your feet, this complete front side! I promise you, I won't touch your backside at all—I'll absolutely respect the sovereignty of your 'back half'! I swear!"

As he spoke, he even raised three fingers as if taking an oath.

Looking at his face full of "sincerity" and hearing this absurd "front half" theory that was beyond ridiculous, Ye Cheng felt completely bewildered... She had spoken too soon!

Her earlier "new understanding" of him was way too shallow!

This guy's lower limit was a bottomless pit!

Front half???

Is this the kind of brainwave a carbon-based life form could come up with?

Couldn't you use that brain of yours to study for grad school or do scientific research? So you have no IQ, just a high 'lust quotient,' huh?!

Seeing Ye Cheng with her mouth slightly open, eyes wide, looking like her soul had left her body, Jiang Ye was considering whether to add "I can write a guarantee" to show his sincerity when he suddenly noticed movement at the gym entrance out of the corner of his eye.

He quickly patted Ye Cheng's arm: "Hey hey, let's discuss that in-depth later! The main event is here, the show's starting!"

Only then did Ye Cheng snap out of her massive mental shock. Annoyed, she reached out and pinched his arm hard, making him grimace in pain.

"Discuss my foot! You pervert!"

Despite the scolding, she quickly turned her gaze toward the gym entrance.

They saw Lin Wanxing had already put on her jacket and long pants, walking out expressionlessly and stopping in front of Zhang Wenhai.

They were a bit too far away to hear the specific conversation.

They could only see that Zhang Wenhai seemed somewhat emotional, his hands gesturing constantly as if he was desperately explaining and promising something.

Meanwhile, Lin Wanxing had her hands in her jacket pockets, her expression calm, even a bit cold, only shaking her head occasionally, showing no particular emotion.

After a stalemate, Zhang Wenhai suddenly made a shocking move—

He abruptly knelt on one knee, raising the bouquet of red roses high above his head, looking up at Lin Wanxing, his mouth moving, clearly launching a sudden "kneeling confession."

"Holy crap! So shameless?!"

Ye Cheng frowned as she watched: "This is public kneeling to emotionally blackmail someone!"

Jiang Ye took a sip of milk tea, somewhat surprised: "Don't you girls all like this kind of romantic public confession? With people around cheering 'get together,' it's so drama-like."

"That has to be mutual affection, a natural progression!"

Ye Cheng shot him a glare and explained: "In a case like this, where the girl has clearly rejected him before, and the guy still pulls this stunt, it's purely using bystander pressure to force the girl to give in! If she has a fiery temper, it's fine—she can just tell him to get lost. But if she's gentle, cares about the setting and face, it feels like suddenly having a wardrobe malfunction while shopping—uncomfortable all over, awkward as hell, and she has to pretend to be calm!"

Just as she expected, with Zhang Wenhai's kneeling, the female trainees who had been watching the show from behind the glass wall, regardless of age, all wore standard "auntie smiles" on their faces.

Some passing customers nearby also stopped to watch curiously, and quite a few raised their phones, ready to record this "romantic" moment.

Zhang Wenhai remained kneeling, still talking nonstop, seemingly making his final heartfelt confession.

And Lin Wanxing's face visibly darkened, her brows furrowed, her eyes showing clear impatience and embarrassment.

"I've never seen someone so shameless, so perverted! This isn't courtship anymore—it's harassment!"

Ye Cheng grew angrier the more she watched, snorting coldly: "Let's go, let's go! When you see injustice, you have to speak up—can't let him bully people like this!"

As she spoke, she reached for the milk tea on the empty seat next to her, planning to take a sip to moisten her throat for a "righteous speech."

But when she reached out, she grabbed nothing.

Turning her head, she saw her taro boba had somehow ended up in Jiang Ye's hands. This guy was naturally holding the straw, "slurping" away happily.

"Hey! Why are you drinking mine?!"

"Huh? Yours?"

Jiang Ye seemed to just realize it, looking down at the milk tea in his hand with an expression of sudden understanding:

"Oh, no wonder it tastes so much better than mine—sweet but not cloying, rich and delicious... Did you secretly spit in it?"

"..."

Ye Cheng's mouth twitched violently, and she helplessly held her forehead: "I take back what I said earlier... In the field of perversion, that guy Zhang is as pure as a little white flower compared to you!"

Jiang Ye sucked up the last few pearls and taro from the bottom of the cup in one go, smacked his lips contentedly, and tossed the empty cup into the nearby trash can:

"What's our relationship? Sharing a cup of milk tea is fun! It's interaction! How can it be the same as that emotionally blackmailing pervert? It's not even on the same level!"

He stood up, patted his butt, and waved his hand spiritedly: "Let's go! Uphold justice and rescue our little third!"