37: Chapter 37 Are you sure it's not your problem?

She hadn't managed to get many benefits from Young Master Zhang yet.

Just that one LV bag, plus the little bit of pocket money he gave her from time to time, it all added up to only ten or twenty thousand yuan.

If she were dumped now, she would suffer a huge loss.

She took a deep breath, and the panic on her face slowly subsided.

Young Master Zhang looked at her, his eyes cold.

"What, you're unwilling?"

Liu Qian hurriedly shook her head.

"No... no..."

Young Master Zhang pointed at the floor.

"Kneel down."

Liu Qian trembled all over.

She looked at Young Master Zhang's face, at his cold, indifferent eyes.

An unspeakable sense of humiliation welled up in her heart.

But she didn't dare to resist.

She slowly bent down and knelt on the floor.

Young Master Zhang watched her, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"That's a good girl."

Liu Qian buried her face in the floor, tears welling up in her eyes.

Young Master Zhang squatted down, pinched her chin, and lifted her face up.

"Remember, if you're with me, you have to listen to me. Whatever I tell you to do, you must do it."

Liu Qian looked at him and nodded.

Young Master Zhang laughed, let go of her, and stood up.

Liu Qian knelt there, not daring to move.

Tears finally fell.

She knelt on the cold floor, like a plaything.

Yet in her heart, she recalled what Chen Xuemiao had said on the phone earlier.

"It's fake... how could he have any money..."

She suddenly felt a bit relieved.

Fortunately, Wang Yang was still that broke loser.

Fortunately, he hadn't really struck it rich.

Otherwise, she would have regretted it to death.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

In the room, Young Master Zhang's voice rang out coldly.

"Kneel properly. You can only get up when I tell you to."

Liu Qian lowered her head, not daring to speak.

Tears fell one by one onto the floor.

Liu Qian bit her lip, not daring to cry out loud. She just knelt there on the cold floor, listening to Young Master Zhang making a phone call in the living room. Her heart was filled with both grievance and unwillingness, yet she didn't dare to have even the slightest thought of resistance, only hoping she could endure it quickly and get more benefits from him.

The next day.

Sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains and landed on the bed.

Wang Yang opened his eyes, feeling sore all over.

He was truly sore.

Yesterday, he had spent the whole afternoon tidying up the house for Chen Xuemiao, and then spent a long time helping her organize her things, not sleeping until late at night.

He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling exhaustion in every limb and bone.

His waist was a bit sore from moving heavy things yesterday, and his legs felt weak; he felt like he had been doing manual labor all day.

But he didn't think much of it; it was only natural that he should get her living situation settled.

Wang Yang muttered in his heart.

"System, last night... did we conceive a child?"

[Ding! According to real-time system monitoring, the target Chen Xuemiao has not successfully conceived yet. Please continue your efforts, Host.]

It didn't work again.

A deep sense of frustration welled up in Wang Yang's heart.

How many times has this been now?

From Zhao Yaqin to Chen Xuemiao, from Chen Xuemiao to Su Xincheng.

He had spent so much effort advancing his relationships with them, why hadn't it worked?

As it turned out, only that one time with Zhao Yaqin had worked; neither of the next two had conceived.

He complained in his heart.

"System, isn't this too hard? Is the probability really this low?"

[Ding! System hint: Conception is not an inevitable event, Host, so there's no need to be too anxious.]

Wang Yang was stunned.

Oh, so that's what the system meant.

That's true, this kind of thing can't be rushed.

[Ding! Detecting that the Host is feeling down, the system has specially issued an encouragement award: 1,000,000 yuan! The funds have been transferred to the Host's bank account and can be withdrawn at any time.]

Wang Yang's mouth twitched.

"Thanks a lot."

[Ding! You're welcome.]

Wang Yang: "..."

There was movement in his arms.

Chen Xuemiao woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked at Wang Yang groggily, looking like she had just woken up, her eyes still a bit bleary with sleep.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly met his thoughtful eyes.

She was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice.

"Brother Yang, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wang Yang came back to his senses and smiled.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things."

Chen Xuemiao breathed a sigh of relief, leaned closer into his arms, rubbed her eyes, and muttered softly.

"I thought you were going to be busy again; I saw you staring blankly just as I woke up."

Wang Yang smiled and stroked her hair.

"No, I just woke up, just taking a moment."

The two of them just lay there, chatting idly.

Chen Xuemiao asked him how the friend he visited yesterday was doing, and Wang Yang said everything was settled.

Chen Xuemiao didn't ask any more questions; she knew her place and didn't ask about things she shouldn't, just obediently leaning in his arms and listening to him talk.

As they were talking, Wang Yang's phone rang.

He picked it up and took a look.

It was a message from Zhao Yaqin.

[Xiao Yang, the water pipe at home seems to have burst, it's been leaking constantly. Can you come over and help me take a look?]

It was followed by a pitiful emoji.

Wang Yang's mouth curled up.

Sister Yaqin really is something; she thinks of him first for these kinds of things.

He immediately typed a reply.

[OK, be there soon.]

Putting down his phone, he looked at Chen Xuemiao.

"I'm leaving. Sister Yaqin's water pipe is broken, I'm going over to take a look."

Chen Xuemiao was stunned for a moment, an expression of reluctance appearing on her face.

"Leaving so soon?"

Wang Yang looked at her and smiled.

"What, you don't want me to go?"

Chen Xuemiao nodded and said softly.

"Yeah, I've only been with you for a little while and you're already leaving."

Wang Yang said deliberately.

"How about I don't leave? I'll stay with you a bit longer and go over in the afternoon?"

Chen Xuemiao's eyes lit up, but then she immediately shook her head.

"How can that be? Sister Yaqin's water pipe is broken, a leak can't be delayed, or the house will be flooded. You should go quickly; just come back to keep me company after you're done."

That tone, that expression—she was afraid of delaying Zhao Yaqin's business.

Wang Yang laughed out loud.

He reached out and pinched Chen Xuemiao's cheek.

"You little thing, getting all sensible with me now."

Chen Xuemiao blushed and muttered softly.

"It's true, though; we can't delay important matters."

Wang Yang got up with a smile and put on his clothes.

Before leaving, he turned back to look at Chen Xuemiao.

She was curled up in the quilt, with only her head showing, her watery eyes looking at him pitifully.

Wang Yang walked back and kissed her on the forehead.

"Be good, I'll come over as soon as I'm done. Tonight, I'll take you to eat that Japanese restaurant you mentioned last time."

Chen Xuemiao's face instantly lit up, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Really? That's great!"

Wang Yang left, laughing.

The moment the door closed, Chen Xuemiao let out a long sigh and stretched.

She rolled around in the quilt, incredibly happy, and started planning what to eat tonight.

An hour later.

The black X5M parked downstairs at Zhao Yaqin's house.

Wang Yang turned off the engine and went upstairs.

Walking to the door, he raised his hand and knocked.

Knock, knock, knock.

A gentle voice came from inside.

"Coming, coming."

The door opened.

Zhao Yaqin stood at the doorway.

She was wearing loose, off-white loungewear, her hair draped casually, her face devoid of makeup, completely natural, yet she was still fair-skinned and beautiful. Her complexion was much better than before, and her whole person exuded a gentle air.

Seeing Wang Yang, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Xiao Yang! You're here!"

Her tone was full of joy, and she hurriedly stepped aside to let him in.

Wang Yang walked in with a smile.

"What's wrong with the water pipe? Why were you in such a rush to call me over?"

Zhao Yaqin closed the door and followed him inside, saying a bit embarrassedly.

"It's the water pipe in the kitchen. I don't know what happened, but it's been leaking since I got up this morning. I tried tightening it for a long time but couldn't fix it, and the property management office didn't have anyone available, so I had to call you..."

She walked in front of Wang Yang, leading him to the kitchen. Her steps were light, and her hair swayed with her movements, making her look gentle and domestic.

Wang Yang followed behind her, looking at her back, feeling warm in his heart.

Sister Yaqin was usually so capable, yet she would panic when encountering something like this and think of him first.

This feeling of being relied upon was really good.