Chapter 3

Chapter 3

After graduating from college, I moved out of my parents’ place and rented a tiny apartment in the city. Once work got busy, my days and nights flipped completely, and I had no energy left for chores.

Fortunately, I was doing pretty well at my job. A few days ago, there had been some personnel changes, and the higher-up above me had tactfully suggested taking me along with them-with double the salary.

Because of that, I finally made a clean break with my ex-boyfriend, the one I’d been dragging things out with for ages.

Naturally, he wasn’t happy about it. As usual, he showed up at my door to smash things and threaten me. In the end, I completely lost it, snatched the can of tomatoes out of his hand, and started swinging. Sparks practically flew as I chased him all the way out the door.

That was also why ants had started crawling across my ceiling.

The next time I thought of that unfamiliar man in the suit was a month later, on a late night when I was disheveled and frantically working on a PowerPoint.

I packed up my instant noodle container and tossed it aside. When I turned around, I realized the stunning, gleaming cleanliness that had once filled my apartment was long gone. Dirty clothes were strewn everywhere, trash bags littered the floor… My perfectly good little home had turned back into a doghouse.

For some reason, as if possessed, I opened that app again.

Below rows of colorful images introducing their services were several bouncing consultation icons. I randomly tapped one, and my phone immediately redirected to another page.

After-sales customer service “Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1” will be assisting you.

Me: “?”

I hurriedly closed out of it and tapped another consultation icon-

After-sales customer service “Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 2” will be assisting you.

…Was this some kind of soft porn operation?

I accepted my fate and tapped “Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1” again, asking him about that special man in the suit. “Hello, I wanted to ask if you offer male housekeeping services?”

The other side replied very quickly.

Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1: Hello, we do.

“Can I book a house call sometime soon? I was very satisfied with his service. He even cleaned the ceiling spotless.”

Afraid he might not have any openings, I even sent over a small cash tip. My urgency was obvious.

Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1: [The other party has accepted your cash tip]

Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1: Ms. Yu?

That familiar response made me hesitate.

“Are you…”

Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1: It’s me. (smile)

I hurriedly closed out, pretending I’d never encountered this awkward situation, then proceeded to tap into “Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 2,” “Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 3″…

Sunny Handsome High School Boy No. 1: No need to keep switching around, ma’am. They’re all me. (smile)

Me: “…”