Chapter 2

Several students from Jiang An’s major joined his roommates at dinner.

After a few rounds of drinks, they began playing Truth or Dare. Jiang An drew Truth.

A girl named Lu Xue asked, “Jiang An, Lin Wanyue has been simping for you for ages. Haven’t you ever fallen for her?”

“No.”

“Why not? She’s pretty. Is she just not your type?”

Jiang An gave a soft laugh. “Huh? She’s only my housekeeper. Why would I fall for her?”

I glanced into the private room and met Lu Xue’s gloating eyes.

That very night, I was plastered all over the campus confession wall.

“Student Lin W. Y., Campus Prince Jiang has made it perfectly clear that he isn’t interested. Please stop pestering him.”

“Lin, class of 2021: people need dignity, and trees need bark. As a girl, try having a little shame.”

“To a certain Miss Lin: please stop harassing Jiang An.”

I nearly hurled my phone across the room.

Making up nonsense could cost me my job, people!

I hurriedly messaged Boss Jiang. “Boss, I’m sorry about the confession-wall posts. I’ll have this handled within three days.”

Jiang An replied, “1.”

A moment later, another message arrived. “What a pain. Why don’t you just become my girlfriend?”

My phone slipped from my hand.

Boss… absolutely not!

Wouldn’t that turn me from a paid housekeeper into an unpaid one?

So I wrote back, “Respectfully declined.”

Lu Xue was probably behind the confession-wall mess.

She liked Jiang An. When she learned that I delivered food to him every day, she decided to compete. Jiang An received cookies and egg-yolk pastries she had baked herself.

Unfortunately, Boss Jiang mistook them for mine.

He handed me the pink lunchbox. “Nicely done. Don’t make these again—you nearly broke my teeth. Your tiramisu was better.”

Embarrassed, I explained, “I didn’t make these, Boss. Look, there’s a card in the bag. Someone with a crush on you probably sent them.”

His brows drew together. “Someone else made them?”

I nodded.

Half annoyed and half amused, he said, “Lin Wanyue, if someone else sends me food, what does that tell you?”

“That… you’re handsome?”

“No.” He folded his arms. “It tells you she has taken over part of your duties. You should be worried about the security of your position.”

Alarm bells shrieked in my head.

“But Boss, if someone confesses to you, surely that isn’t my responsibility…”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He gave me a cool glance. “On paper, you’re my simp. Shouldn’t you be dealing with your romantic rivals? Or am I not paying you enough?”

“You’re paying plenty! How about this: whenever someone confesses to you, I’ll talk her out of it. Will that do?”

“Do whatever you want.”

Take a man’s money, solve a man’s problems.

Yet a few minutes later, Jiang An handed me an enormous basket of love letters.

“I don’t know who wrote any of them. Handle it.”

I made a rough estimate. There had to be more than a hundred.

Uh…

The workload seemed a little excessive.

Jiang An turned to leave, and I grabbed him.

“Boss Jiang! Wait. Regarding these romantic rivals, I think we need a long-term strategy.”