33: Do all men like black stockings?

The scene shifted, and Lin Ming's real-time status appeared on Jiang Che's tablet.

After a day of delivering takeout and confirming the authenticity of the Super Takeout System, Lin Ming had already acquired a ferrari worth 5 million yuan and 3 million in cash through the System.

At this moment, Lin Ming lay in his somewhat dilapidated rental room, his eyes fixed on the bank deposit message on his phone screen, his eyes gleaming, his breathing rapid, and he appeared extraordinarily excited.

“It’s real… it’s actually all real!”

“Hahaha!”

“From today onwards, I, Lin Ming, am going to soar!”

“Li Yue, you b*tch, I’ll make you realize what kind of super-rich man you missed out on, sooner or later!”

Lin Ming began to laugh unrestrainedly, his smile bright, as if to sweep away all the gloom brought by twenty years of impoverished life.

After the excitement, Lin Ming forced himself to calm down and began to think seriously.

As a bottom-tier loser, a poor university student in his third year, Lin Ming didn't have many friends. Besides relentlessly pursuing Li Yue, his favorite pastime was reading web novels about super-rich protagonists online, fantasizing that one day he too could live a wonderful life with multiple beauties by his side.

Lin Ming was naturally familiar with a System, a unique product of such novels, knowing that it was standard equipment for protagonists.

Now that he had suddenly gained power and successfully awakened the Super Takeout System, wasn't he clearly destined to be a novel protagonist?

Just half a day of delivering takeout today had earned him a supercar worth five million yuan and a cash reward of three million yuan.

If he continued to deliver takeout, wouldn't he quickly become a billionaire?

By then, wouldn't all the campus beauties of Linjiang University be at his beck and call?

“Shao Wanwan, Ye Mengyao, Chu Yuechan…”

“Hehe, get ready to welcome your future husband!”

After fantasizing and letting his mind wander, imagining a beautiful future with various campus beauties, Lin Ming hummed a tune and walked into the bathroom in a cheerful mood.

Qingteng Mountain Villa

Seeing Lin Ming enter the bathroom, Jiang Che directly turned off the tablet screen, a hint of disdainful smile on his face.

“Soaring?”

“A waste is a waste… You’ll remain a bottom-tier loser fantasizing man for your entire life!”

With him around, Lin Ming would have to wait until his next life to soar.

Now that Lin Ming had confirmed the authenticity of the Super Takeout System, he could begin to set up his plan and start harvesting.

As long as Lin Ming plunged into the abyss and continuously received System punishments, wouldn't the emotional value flow endlessly to him?

Jiang Che had already made arrangements for this; he was quite confident in Qiang Zi's ability to handle things.

Whenever Lin Ming's luck returned to zero and he could no longer provide emotional value, that would be his doomsday.

Previously, Jiang Che had already asked the System about this.

These Sons of Fortune were born in response to destiny, all accompanied by vast amounts of luck. Once their luck was depleted, they would naturally lose their Son of Fortune status and completely become ordinary people, blending into the crowd.

If Lin Ming followed the predetermined path he had set, Jiang Che could let him live a little longer.

If Lin Ming jumped out of the trap he had set, Jiang Che wouldn't mind sending him on his way early.

After all, that feeling of losing control made Jiang Che very displeased.

With the halo of the Heavenly Destined Great Villain, Jiang Che could powerfully crush these Sons of Fortune at any time, disregarding the protagonist's halo and luck protection.

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Night, deep as ink.

At ten in the evening, after a full day's work, Leng Qingqiu drove back to her villa in Lanwan Yufu.

Over the years, except for occasional gatherings with a few friends, Leng Qingqiu had always lived alone.

Eating alone, reading alone, working alone, sleeping alone.

Such a life might be plain and dull, but Leng Qingqiu enjoyed it and was quite immersed in it.

She had long been accustomed to solitude and equally enjoyed it.

It was precisely for this reason that Leng Qingqiu had developed her current strong work ethic, assertive and decisive personality.

Upon returning to the villa, Leng Qingqiu turned on the lights in the hall, reached out to steady herself against the doorframe, lifted her black-stocking-clad beautiful legs, and took off her high heels, revealing a pair of exquisite, flawless, fair, and tender jade feet.

Taking out a pair of pink bunny-ear slippers from the shoe cabinet nearby and putting them on, Leng Qingqiu passed the entrance, placing the takeout she had packed on her way back on the dining table in the living room.

“Xiao Ai Classmate.”

After washing her hands, Leng Qingqiu sat gracefully in her seat, her beautiful legs together, and called out to the artificial intelligence to turn on the air conditioner and television for her, tuning into the news channel.

A President with tens of billions of assets like Leng Qingqiu naturally paid close attention to any stirrings from the government.

Every evening, Leng Qingqiu would deliberately set aside an hour to review major events happening in Linjiang City, Jiangzhou Province, and even the entire Jiuzhou Country, including various international political affairs.

Leng Qingqiu fed a small mouthful of rice into her mouth, her eyes fixed on the news playing on the television.

Seeing Jiang Chenzhou leading a group of leaders inspecting the neighboring Tianhai City on television, Leng Qingqiu suddenly thought of that bastard, scoundrel, and pervert, Jiang Che.

“Why is his father such a respected figure, yet his son is such a lecherous little hooligan?”

Leng Qingqiu muttered, putting down her chopsticks, and subconsciously reached out to touch her long, beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, feeling the smooth and delicate texture of the high-quality stockings.

“Do these men really like black stockings that much?”

Leng Qingqiu murmured aloud. That afternoon, Leng Qingqiu had naturally felt Jiang Che's gaze linger on her legs more than a dozen times, but she hadn't pointed it out.

She liked wearing black stockings because they were truly figure-flattering and could prevent static, but she also understood these men's enthusiasm for black stockings.

She occasionally scrolled through short videos in her spare time and was familiar with some popular internet memes.

“What if they like it?”

“They can only look, not touch. It’ll drive them crazy with desire!”

“Hmph!”

Leng Qingqiu let out an arrogant snort, seemingly imagining Jiang Che looking frustrated and wronged, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“How strange, why am I thinking about that dog man!”

“Can’t think about him, can’t think about him…”

“Eat, eat…”

Forcibly ending the fantasy in her mind, Leng Qingqiu continued to bury her head in her meal, trying to divert her attention, but Jiang Che's figure in her mind did not blur; instead, it became even more solid.

After all, everything that happened at Lingxiao Capital today was simply too impactful for Leng Qingqiu, an older woman who had lived alone for many years.

Jiang Che had forcefully entered her heart, without explanation, giving her no chance to react at all.

Recalling the passionate kiss that afternoon, Leng Qingqiu, as if possessed, licked her lips, somewhat savoring the memory.

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