Chapter 11
“Thirty-seven years old?”
Jia Fang’s eyes widened.
“Are you kidding me? The person you’re talking about can’t be me, right?” Jia Fang giggled.
She lowered her hand from her mouth and gazed at Wang Ming.
“But I’m already forty. You look really handsome today. This suit makes you look better than most grooms. But Auntie can’t agree to you, you know-I have a husband.”
“Who said I was talking about you? The person I’m pursuing is really thirty-seven.” Wang Ming looked serious.
Jia Fang stood up, walked over to the sofa where Wang Ming was sitting, and slowly sat down. She crossed her legs and leaned back slightly, showing off her graceful figure without reservation.
Her eyes were seductive as she said:
“Alright, then keep Auntie company and chat for a while. I do want to know more about your new girlfriend. Do you like older women?”
As she spoke, she gently bit her lip, her eyes full of temptation.
Seeing Wang Ming’s expression waver, Jia Fang turned up the heat. She placed both hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. Her yoga top accentuated her full figure, which was almost pressed against Wang Ming.
She blew softly in Wang Ming’s ear and whispered, “What, are you afraid Auntie will eat you up?” Then she chuckled lightly.
Wang Ming was surprised-he’d just bonded and already had an Infatuation Level of 40.
What exactly does Purity Level mean?
Zou Shuqing’s is 100, Jia Fang’s is 60.
Consciousness control, click to view Purity Level.
There was a small note. Clicking it opened a detailed explanation.
Jia Fang saw Wang Ming silent for a while and gently patted his shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’ll come chat with you another day. I really have something to do today.” Wang Ming refocused his attention on Jia Fang.
Jia Fang stood up with a smile. “Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. But someday, you really must come to my house and try my cooking.”
She walked to a cabinet, opened a drawer, took out a bunch of keys, removed one, and returned to the sofa to hand it to Wang Ming.
Wang Ming stood up, took the key, and put his old key on the table. “Which day? You decide.”
“Hmm… My husband is off tomorrow. How about the day after?”
Wang Ming smiled knowingly. “You have to pick a day when your husband isn’t home to invite me for dinner?”
Jia Fang raised her eyebrows. “Some delicious things, I don’t want him to eat. I only want you to try them.”
Wang Ming’s heart skipped a beat. “OK, I love steamed buns. Don’t be stingy!”
“Big, white steamed buns! I’ll let you eat your fill.”
Wang Ming raised his eyebrows. “It’s a deal.”
Jia Fang saw Wang Ming out. Watching his back, her gaze wandered and she gently bit her lower lip.
Wang Ming walked out of the courtyard. The System popped up a task notification.
[Task Triggered]
[The task is divided into two parts. Complete both to receive a reward.]
[1: Have a meal at the other party’s mother-in-law’s house.]
[2: Go hiking with the other party’s daughter.]
Wang Ming stared at the task content in shock. Go eat at her mother-in-law’s house?
Jia Fang’s daughter? Isn’t she in college in this city, and doesn’t she have a boyfriend?
This… is way harder than Zou Shuqing’s.
[Master!]
[You showed up! Tell me, is this task a joke? Are you trying to get me killed?]
Listening to the System’s cheerful, emotional voice, Wang Ming asked:
[I don’t have any System Coin, how do I buy things?]
[You sound like Ultraman. No, Ultraman always stays for a long time when he appears.]
“This task… is just ruthless…”
Back at 206, Wang Ming looked at his brand-new home-a hundred square meters.
Two bedrooms, with a separate kitchen.
Jia Fang had already tidied everything up for him. His sealed packages hadn’t been opened.
Everything else was neatly arranged. The money was well spent; she must have hired someone to help organize.
He tossed the key onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling, still thinking about the two bizarre tasks the System had issued.
How should he go to Jia Fang’s mother-in-law’s house for a meal? What identity would be appropriate?
Go hiking with her daughter-she has a boyfriend. What is he supposed to do?
Better not think about Jia Fang’s triggered tasks for now.
Right now, it’s Zou Shuqing.
He’d already helped her pay off her loan, and now he only had a little over three hundred thousand left.
He got up and walked to the fridge. Jia Fang had filled it with red wine and strong liquor.
This woman… her intentions were too obvious.
Not even a bottle of cola, just a few bottles of goji berry tea.
He took one out and gulped it down. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely use it on you.”
Wang Ming smiled knowingly.
After washing up, he set the alarm for two in the afternoon, then lay down on the big bed and fell asleep.
At two, the alarm woke him. He picked up his phone and saw several Wei Xin messages from Zou Shuqing.
[Come pick up the car. You can come upstairs and stay for a while.]
[Call me when you arrive.]
Wang Ming arrived at the entrance of Feicui Huating and called Zou Shuqing.
Soon, Zou Shuqing walked out of the complex.
Wang Ming’s gaze was drawn to her. Zou Shuqing had changed her outfit.
No longer the dress from before, she now wore a white strapless top paired with a fitted black skirt and delicate white high heels.
Her hair was restyled, with a few loose strands framing her cheeks.
She had clearly dressed up carefully again.
After Zou Shuqing walked up to Wang Ming, he noticed her makeup was different too. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Didn’t you say you were busy today? How did you have time to put on such beautiful makeup again?”
Zou Shuqing’s cheeks flushed instantly, her eyes a little evasive. “I… I just happened to have time, and… and it’s not like I dressed up just to see you. I just… just wanted to change my clothes.”
Seeing her shy and adorable look, Wang Ming smiled and shook his head, not teasing her further.
The two went upstairs together. The familiar fragrance in the apartment was no longer strange.
Zou Shuqing led Wang Ming to the sofa, then turned and went into the bedroom. Soon she came out holding a jacket.
She handed the jacket to Wang Ming. “My car is downstairs.”
Wang Ming took the jacket, noticing the strong scent. He looked up and asked in confusion, “Why does this jacket smell so much like your perfume? Don’t tell me you’ve been hugging it while you sleep?”