Zhang Shaoying saw he was interested in the case, so he carefully talked about the parts he could share.
Zhang Xianyu, thinking about the bonus, felt very pleased.
The two chatted while drinking, and before they knew it, they had drunk quite a lot.
Zhang Xianyu rarely drank, and his alcohol tolerance was extremely poor.
After just a few bottles of beer, he already felt dizzy and lightheaded.
When Zhang Shaoying was about to leave, Zhang Xianyu was so tipsy he was practically floating.
Seeing this, Zhang Shaoying didn’t feel comfortable letting him send him off, so he pulled him to the door and quietly reminded him: “That Wu Shui doesn’t seem simple. Be on your guard. I have a feeling she’s up to something.”
Zhang Xianyu’s head was spinning, his tongue tangled, and after struggling to think with his mushy brain, he said: “I…have no money…no power…what could she possibly be after…?”
This was exactly what Zhang Shaoying couldn’t figure out either, but his instincts told him Wu Shui’s reason for staying here was not so innocent — he just couldn’t guess her motive yet.
“Maybe she’s just taken a liking to you. Wants your looks.”
Zhang Shaoying glanced at his drunken childhood friend and, unusually, cracked a joke.
Truth be told, Zhang Xianyu was quite handsome: tall, fair-skinned, with finely shaped features.
The only thing was that his light-colored eyes made him seem a bit cold and aloof, hard to approach.
Because of that, all these years, none of the village girls dared come close.
But in fact, once you spent time with him, you’d find he was soft-hearted and easy to talk to.
Otherwise, how would Wu Shui have managed to cling to him?
“Nonsense…”
Zhang Xianyu cursed with a smile.
“When school starts in September, I’ll move into the dorms. At most, Wu Shui can stay here another month. Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”
Zhang Shaoying still wanted to say more, but since it was all just his guess without evidence, in the end, he only patted Zhang Xianyu on the shoulder, telling him to be careful.
After sending Zhang Shaoying off, Zhang Xianyu stumbled back into the house, feeling dizzy, and saw Lin Wushui sitting in the living room with a dark face.
Zhang Xianyu was usually pretty thick-skinned, and after drinking he was even more oblivious.
He didn’t pay any mind to Lin Wushui’s obvious displeasure and staggered over, intending to clean up the mess in the living room.
Just as he bent down to pick up a plate, the world spun wildly.
Zhang Xianyu barely managed to steady himself on the table, massaging his dizzy head with effort.
“I’ll clean up. You go rest.”
Seeing this, Lin Wushui couldn’t keep being angry and took the plate from his hand.
“No!”
Zhang Xianyu was startled, hastily stopping him.
“Don’t touch it! Leave it…I’ll clean up when I wake up.”
Lin Wushui: Not wanting to argue with a drunk, Lin Wushui had to put the plate down and help him to the bedroom to rest.
Zhang Xianyu was truly very drunk — he fell asleep snoring the moment he touched the bed.
Lin Wushui stood by the bed, recalling the conversation he’d overheard at the door, the corners of his lips sinking.
He hadn’t expected that this man was already planning to drive him away behind his back.
If he hadn’t happened to overhear their talk today, he would have thought his own recent “strategy” was flawless.
Frowning in displeasure, Lin Wushui looked down coldly at the sleeping Zhang Xianyu.
Zhang Xianyu was sleeping defenselessly.
Lin Wushui pondered for a moment, then bent down, his hand brushing over the meridians of Zhang Xianyu’s body.
It didn’t take much probing to sense the vibrant flow of qi within Zhang Xianyu’s meridians — the same kind of residual qi he’d felt back in the hotel.
Zhang Xianyu was indeed a cultivator, and not a weak one either.
If it were before, encountering an unknown cultivator like this, he wouldn’t exactly run away, but he certainly wouldn’t get close.
Yet with Zhang Xianyu, there was inexplicably no sense of threat. Instead, he felt a curiosity — and a faint affection.
This was something he had never experienced before.
That was what had driven him to approach Zhang Xianyu by any means necessary, wanting to get to the bottom of it.
But now it seemed there was nothing unusual about Zhang Xianyu at all.
Could the problem lie with himself?
Lin Wushui stood there deep in thought.
“Shui…”
The man on the bed murmured, struggling with soft limbs as if trying to get up.
Lin Wushui’s thoughts were interrupted.
He went out to pour a cup of warm water and fed it to him.
Once Zhang Xianyu fell back into a steady sleep, he quietly closed the door and left.
The living room was still a mess, beer bottles on the floor, leftovers on the coffee table.
Lin Wushui subconsciously moved to start cleaning, but when he touched a bowl, he remembered Zhang Xianyu’s instructions before he slept, and awkwardly withdrew his hand.
After experiencing several failures, Lin Wushui had come to recognize his true level of skill in household chores.
Whenever he thought of how Zhang Xianyu would jump up and down distressed every time he broke a plate, an involuntary smile would appear on his face.
In the end, he took out his phone and called his assistant.
When the assistant received the call, he was practically shocked and overjoyed.
These days he had been working so much overtime he was nearly going insane.
Ever since last time when President Lin asked a strange, baffling question, he had vanished—no longer coming to the company, not answering calls, handling all business affairs online.
Naturally, everything ended up dumped on this special assistant’s shoulders.
Only once or twice, when he was truly overwhelmed and bombarded Lin Wushui with a string of desperate texts, did the other party finally agree to a video call.
From that point on, the poor little assistant had not seen his boss in person even once.
The assistant really wanted to burst into tears and beg President Lin to come back—he couldn’t bear it any longer.
But before he could muster up the emotion, he heard the cold, ruthless President Lin say: “Find a housekeeper for me. Bauhinia Garden Building 3, Unit 204.”
The emotion he’d just managed to work up immediately got stuck in his throat.
The assistant blankly answered, then subconsciously asked: “Alright, is there anything else you need me to handle?”
Lin Wushui was silent for a moment.
Then he remembered how Zhang Xianyu said he was going to kick him out after a month, and he suddenly felt a bit lost.
He couldn’t help but ask: “What kind of women do men like?”
The assistant froze.
After stammering for quite a while, he finally said, lacking confidence: “Gentle, understanding ones…big chested and pretty?”
Lin Wushui’s face darkened.
He looked down at his own perfectly flat chest and thought of how hard he’d been working these days to act cute and pitiful.
His voice dropped as he muttered: “Shouldn’t they like delicate, clingy, adorable girls who act spoiled?”
“That’s old news from who knows how many years ago,” the assistant immediately vented.
“Everyone’s exhausted from work like dogs—what man still has the energy to coax a little princess who throws tantrums all the time? Honestly, even women themselves can’t stand it.”
Lin Wushui thought about how Zhang Xianyu had to get up early and work late every day, often even working night shifts—he really was quite exhausted.
Meanwhile, he himself had been acting so needy and demanding lately.
His face turned even darker.
The assistant, apparently very experienced with this, kept ranting: “If you ask me, rich women are the most popular. Just think how many years of struggle you could save by landing a rich woman…What man wouldn’t like that?”
The assistant, off fantasizing about wealthy women, didn’t notice how ugly his boss’s expression had become.
He only heard a cold voice on the other end say: “Got it.”
Then the call was cleanly hung up.
The assistant: What do you mean you ‘got it’?
What exactly did you get?
Bosses’ hearts are like needles at the bottom of the sea…being a lowly assistant is so exhausting.
The housekeeper arrived in half an hour, which made Lin Wushui very satisfied.
Although his assistant was sometimes a bit flighty, he was still very reliable when it came to getting things done.
The housekeeper cleaned the house thoroughly, then even made a hangover soup and rice porridge before leaving.
With nothing left to do, Lin Wushui sat on the sofa deleting posts.
Over the past few days, he had bookmarked quite a lot of posts and even seriously tried out the advice in them.
But now he realized all those posters were just spouting nonsense—their tips were not only useless, they had nearly backfired.
Lin Wushui angrily replied under each post: “Completely useless, a scam!”
Then furiously deleted them from his bookmarks.
He thought that in the end, his own assistant was more reliable.
Even if he couldn’t use spells to grow himself a big chest, he could compensate in other ways.
Becoming a rich woman?
That was easy.
If there was one thing Lin Wushui had in abundance, it was money.
When he woke up from a nap, it was already evening.
The setting sun shone warmly through the window.
Without the midday harshness, it made people feel lazy and listless.
Zhang Xianyu stretched, rubbed his face, and got up to head out.
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