9: Socks - 1

About forty minutes later, the BMW 5 Series slowly drove into the Shenbei University Town area, finally coming to a steady stop downstairs at Taian Building.

Jiang Ye turned his head, looking at Ye Cheng, who was sound asleep in the passenger seat, his emotions complex.

This woman was quite carefree, sleeping the entire way, not finding anything wrong with being in a stranger's car.

"Beautiful lady, wake up, we're here."

Ye Cheng mumbled an "mm," her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She sat dazed for a few seconds, her eyes unfocused, seemingly rebooting her brain. Then she turned her head to look at the familiar building outlines outside the window and mumbled vaguely, "We're here..."

Shaking her head, Ye Cheng reached out, fumbling to put on her shoes, then pushed open the car door: "Thanks, driver... I'm off then."

Seeing his "God of Wealth" about to leave, Jiang Ye quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, swiftly got out of the car, and came to the passenger door, a sincere smile plastered on his face:

"Beautiful lady, you don't seem fully sober yet. Do you need me to escort you upstairs? Look, it's the middle of the night, and it's not safe for you alone. Besides, meeting is fate, how about we add each other on WeChat... Hey, what the heck!"

Before he could finish speaking, the cold night wind hit Ye Cheng, combined with her head shakes, her stomach churned. She craned her neck and immediately—

"Blech—!"

She thoroughly vomited all over Jiang Ye, who was trying to get close to her.

Jiang Ye: "..."

Cashback! Ten times cashback!

Endure! Must endure!

It's all for money!

He gritted his teeth and spoke expressionlessly: "Beautiful lady, these clothes... I just bought them on Double 11, they were really expensive. Look at this..."

After that large vomit, Ye Cheng seemed to sober up a little.

She covered her mouth, looking at Jiang Ye's miserable state with some confusion, then clasped her hands together, bowing repeatedly to him: "I'm so sorry... I'm really sorry... I'll compensate, I'll compensate you... yue~~~"

Jiang Ye: "..."

He stood rooted to the spot, neither dodging nor avoiding, and endured this second round of attack.

As long as she compensates!

Making money isn't shameful!

The more she vomits, the more she compensates!

This outfit, it must be worth two or three hundred, right? Ten times that is two or three thousand!

Thank you, System!

Eh? Wait... Thank goodness for the cashback, but this "compensation"... does it count as "active, voluntary monetary payment"? Will the System recognize it?

If it does... Hey, hey, hey?!

If this woman vomits in the car, wouldn't that be... Jiang Ye's heart suddenly leaped, as if he had discovered a new path to wealth!

He immediately stomped his foot, shaking off some of the dirt stuck to his shoes, then shoved Ye Cheng, who was still retching and unsteady on her feet, back into the passenger seat.

"How can you go upstairs like this? Sober up in the car first before you go! Don't pass out in the elevator later!"

Jiang Ye's tone was full of "concern." After speaking, he directly closed the car door, cutting off Ye Cheng's possibility of "wasting food."

Then, he suppressed his nausea, took off his ruined outer pants, balled them up, carefully put them into a plastic bag, and threw them into the trunk—these were important "claim evidence"!

It was already below zero in Shengtian on a late November night.

Jiang Ye, wearing only thermal underwear, immediately felt a chill. He quickly returned to the car and turned up the heater a bit, then turned sideways, staring unblinkingly at Ye Cheng, who was curled up in the seat beside him.

Come on! Vomit!

Vomit freely in the car!

Preferably all over the seats, windows, and center console!

That way, I can legitimately claim a hefty cleaning fee!

Ten times cashback, just thinking about it is exciting!

Jiang Ye silently screamed in his heart, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Ten minutes passed... Jiang Ye: (✧ω✧)

Ye Cheng: (-_-) zzZ

Twenty minutes passed... Jiang Ye: (ಠ_ಠ)

Ye Cheng: (-_-) zzZ

Half an hour passed... Jiang Ye: "..."

Ye Cheng: (-_-) zzZ

He scratched his head, still a bit unwilling to give up, and gently pushed her again: "Beautiful lady? Wake up, how can you sleep when you haven't finished throwing up?"

No reaction.

Only her steady breathing proved she was still alive.

Sigh... Jiang Ye sighed helplessly. It seemed his "scam" plan for tonight was a bust.

Never mind, let her sleep. She can't run away anyway. Tomorrow morning, when she's sober, he'll talk to her about compensation with those "battle-damaged" pants.

He checked the time; it was almost midnight.

After a day of running around, he was tired, hungry, and sleepy.

Jiang Ye opened the car window a crack for ventilation, turned up the air conditioning a bit so as not to freeze his "God of Wealth," then adjusted his seat, ready to catch some sleep and recharge.

He had just laid down and closed his eyes for less than three seconds when he suddenly sat up again!

He almost forgot something!

That damn "Gentleman's Quest"—"Collect three items of clothing worn by different women with a charm value of 85 or higher"!

His gaze immediately swept over Ye Cheng.

Her hair was messy; she had no hair ties or clips.

Her neck and wrists were bare, no jewelry... clothes... he couldn't possibly strip her clothes or pants now, could he? That would change the nature of things, from gentlemanly to criminal.

In! Desperation!

Jiang Ye's gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on her feet, which had once again kicked off her shoes.

At this moment, Ye Cheng was curled up in the seat, her feet, clad in gray ankle socks, exposed.