Chapter 350 Can a man tolerate this?

Mira's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She hadn't expected Jiang Boyuan to say that.

She suddenly smiled: "Are you serious?"

Jiang Boyuan said solemnly: "Mira, when have I ever not been serious with you?"

He paused: "Do you remember? The first time I saw you was in a corporate warehouse. You were sitting next to a pile of ledgers, wearing a yellow T-shirt. I thought you were an accountant back then."

The corners of Mira's mouth curved up: "And the result?"

"The result was that you were the boss's daughter."

Jiang Boyuan let out a laugh: "What I expected even less was that the group I joined was actually the largest criminal organization in the Southeast District, one that even my parents couldn't interfere with."

Mira chuckled: "After the apocalypse, because of the group's main server, you awakened the SSS-Rank Talent [Nano-Armor Attachment]. Combined with your accounting Talent, you climbed to the upper echelons in a short time."

She spoke with a hint of admiration: "Before the apocalypse, my dad even said that keeping you back then was the right choice."

Jiang Boyuan took her hand: "He said that because he knew I didn't stay for the business."

Mira looked up at him: "Then what was it for?"

"What do you think?"

Mira didn't answer.

She looked at him for several seconds, then stood on her tiptoes and brushed her nose against his: "For me."

"Mm."

Jiang Boyuan's voice was very soft: "That's why when I said I wanted to hold a wedding, I meant it. Whether it's Shen Qingci or those other women, in my heart, none of them are fit to carry your shoes."

Mira's eyes sparkled: "That's more like it."

"Rustle, rustle..."

Just then, a sound came from the floor, like something slowly dragging across the wood.

Both of them turned their heads at the same time.

A figure was kneeling in an extremely humble posture, palms flat against the ground, knees dragging across the wooden floor as he moved toward Mira, until he reached a distance of one meter in front of her.

"Master..."

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a tremor of near-devotion: "The drain pipe on the west side of Yan Garden was clogged, I... I've fixed it."

Mira looked down at him and lifted her high heel, placing it on the man's splayed fingers.

"Crunch—"

The man's fingers were pinned under the edge of the heel, the bones emitting a faint grinding sound beneath the sole.

"Ah—!!"

He gasped sharply, his face twisting in pain, but he had no intention of pulling his hand away.

Mira's voice was cold: "What did you say?"

He looked up at Mira, his eyes reddening: "...Mas, Master, I fixed the drain pipe..."

Mira gently withdrew her foot: "Fix it faster next time, do you hear me?"

"Yes... yes, Master!"

The man nodded hurriedly, as if granted amnesty.

Jiang Boyuan laughed: "Who would have thought that the former captain of the Fourth Team on Linping The Highway is now kneeling before us, just like a dog... Hahaha."

The corners of Mira's mouth curled up slightly: "The next one will be Chen Yu's turn."

...

In the courtyard, under the shadow of the phoenix tree.

Chen Yu was chatting idly with a few girls.

Of course, most of it was the girls asking, and him lying.

At this moment, a young man wearing a gray uniform walked quickly out of the main hall and went straight to Chen Yu, bowing slightly: "Mr. Chen Yu, Manager Jiang invites you upstairs to talk."

Chen Yu asked indifferently: "Talk about what?"

"Manager Jiang says there is some serious business he wants to discuss with you, regarding the rules of the Living Area."

Chen Yu nodded and stood up from his chair.

Shen Qingci and Qiao Xi stood up almost simultaneously, taking half a step forward, intending to follow.

But the young man reached out to stop them: "Sorry, you cannot go up."

"Why?"

Shen Qingci frowned.

Qiao Xi also frowned: "We are teammates in the same Vehicle; what kind of business needs to be discussed privately behind our backs?"

The young man remained unmoved: "Manager Jiang said he only invites Mr. Chen Yu; you two can just wait downstairs."

The scene froze for a moment.

Chen Yu had already walked two steps away, turned his head, and waved at the two women: "It's fine, just wait for me. I'll just talk for a bit."

But the moment he turned his head, his right hand quickly tapped twice in his pocket. The private chat interface flashed for a moment, and two messages were sent out, accompanied by two phantom cards.

By now, Chen Yu had a full seven phantom cards in his hand (Slaughterhouse + gifted by Zhou Zhenguo), so it wouldn't hurt to let the senior and Dr. Qiao use them.

Shen Qingci and Qiao Xi looked at each other and nodded helplessly: "Alright, we'll wait for you here."

Chen Yu followed the young man into the Villa, glancing at his private messages without leaving a trace.

[Qiao Xi: Be careful, the energy in the Villa is chaotic, and there are many experts.]

[Chen Yu: Mm.]

"Mr. Chen Yu, this way."

The young man led the way, pushed open the main hall door, walked through a dimly lit corridor, and stepped up the stairs to the second floor.

Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, the man stopped in front of a dark wooden door and knocked twice: "Sister Mira, the person is here."

A lazy response came from inside the door: "Enter."

The young man pushed the door open and stepped aside.

Chen Yu walked into the room.

The door closed behind him.

This room... felt a bit more lived-in than downstairs.

A large bed was placed against the wall with deep gray sheets that weren't folded very neatly.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon light filtered in, spreading a strip of dark gold across the floor.

An opened bottle of red wine sat on the nightstand.

Mira was sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was still wearing that water-red slip dress, but the hem was shorter than before, as if it had been deliberately rolled up, revealing her entire thigh. Her strappy high heels were half-off, resting on the dark wooden floor, making her skin look glowing white.

Mira held half a glass of red wine in her hand. She didn't drink it, just swirled the glass, watching the liquid spin in the light.

Chen Yu's footsteps paused slightly: "Uh, where is Jiang Boyuan? Didn't he ask me to come?"

Mira looked up at him, her red lips curving: "He had something to take care of, so he went to handle it. He probably... won't be back today."

She set the wine glass on the nightstand, leaned forward, rested her elbows on her knees, and placed her chin on her clasped hands, looking up at him.

"So, this whole building... is just the two of us now."

She looked a bit tipsy and patted the empty space on the mattress beside her.

"Chen Yu, sit. You're standing so far away, it's hard for me to talk."

"?"

Chen Yu's mouth twitched. His gaze traveled from the red string on her ankle, to her bare legs, and then to the shadow at the neckline of her slip dress. He let his gaze rest honestly for two seconds before pulling it back.

How the hell is a man supposed to withstand this???