"Huh?" Fang Sijin stared at Chen Cheng with wide eyes, wondering what he was up to.

Chen Cheng continued on his own, "How many housekeepers do you think are needed for a house this big?"

Fang Sijin managed to keep up with Chen Cheng's pace, thought for a moment, and said:

"Two or three?"

"But I can't imagine it," Chen Cheng said, looking at Fang Sijin with a playful smirk. "How about you show me, Store Manager Fang? It just so happens that there are even uniforms in the nanny room."

In the closet of the nanny room, there were rows of brand-new, black-and-white maid outfits.

Fang Sijin finally realized what he meant and immediately became angry. "Mr. Chen, are you trying to humiliate me?"

"Humiliate?" Chen Cheng scoffed. "Store Manager Fang, you asked me to view a property late at night, and now you're saying I'm humiliating you?"

"I'm not that kind of person..."

Halfway through her sentence, Fang Sijin slapped her forehead. *I must have lost my mind. Asking someone to view a house at night—isn't that exactly what it implies?*

Fang Sijin was now in a difficult position.

From her perspective, even if she explained it, Chen Cheng wouldn't believe her.

Chen Cheng smiled at Fang Sijin and coaxed, "Why don't you consider it?"

"It's just changing into a uniform; you won't lose a piece of meat."

Scum's voice took on a bewitching, shape-shifting quality, low and deep like an ancient succubus. "Eight hundred thousand, Store Manager Fang."

"With this eight hundred thousand, your mother—oh, no, that woman—won't be able to come and embarrass you anymore."

A voice emerged from within Fang Sijin's heart: *Yeah, eight hundred thousand. It's just changing clothes.*

*It's a great deal, and it's not like I'm losing an arm or a leg.*

*Normally, you wouldn't even be worth eight hundred thousand if you were sold. Now that such a good opportunity is here, are you still hesitating?*

Another voice retorted: *I still have some self-respect!*

*Self-respect? Where would you still have such a luxury?*

*When Pan Guiyu blocked your door demanding money, your dignity was already thrown into the cesspit.*

"..."

Fang Sijin widened her almond-shaped eyes and asked with a shy, coquettish pout, "Are you telling the truth?"

She was still a bit suspicious. "I just need to change clothes?"

Chen Cheng curled his lips; he really was good at judging people.

"I am a person who values integrity the most."

"Eight hundred thousand might be a lot for you, but for me, it might just be the price of two bottles of wine."

Scum pointed to the floor. "And if you satisfy me, buying this whole set isn't out of the question."

"Calculate how much I've spent today."

"Doesn't eight hundred thousand count as a drop in the ocean?"

After speaking, Scum smiled at Fang Sijin.

Listening to Chen Cheng's words, Fang Sijin started calculating the numbers in her head.

Four hundred million, six hundred million, eight hundred million... nine... *gulp*.

Nine hundred million!

This set cost 220 million, and adding what was finalized in the afternoon, it came to exactly 900 million.

Calculating this figure, Fang Sijin was shocked herself.

After a long silence, Fang Sijin made her decision.

Without a word, she turned and headed towards the nanny room.

Her steps were firm, as if she had made the most important decision of her life.

Not long after, Chen Cheng saw the scene he had wanted to see.

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To be honest, Chen Cheng didn't expect it to be so stunning.

Fang Sijin had done it thoroughly. The black stockings reached exactly a fist's distance below the hem of the skirt, and she wore a pair of black stiletto high heels. She even wore a wig.

Chen Cheng couldn't help but sigh; the original owner really knew how to live.

It was a pity that their luck was bad; the newly renovated house had to be sold before they could even live in it.

Seeing Chen Cheng shirtless, Fang Sijin widened her eyes. "Why did you take your clothes off?"

Chen Cheng asked testily, "Aren't you hot?"

Fang Sijin laughed awkwardly and turned to turn on the air conditioner.

In this weather, without the air conditioner on, one would be drenched in sweat in no time.

A moment later, Fang Sijin returned, stood by the side of the recliner, and composed herself.

She looked at Chen Cheng with a smile. "Mr. Chen, are you satisfied?"

Chen Cheng beckoned. "Come here and rub my shoulders."

"Huh?"

"You didn't think eight hundred thousand was that cheap, did you?"

"..."

Fang Sijin remained silent, as if she had expected this.

She frowned slightly, then walked behind Chen Cheng and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Use some strength."

"Left... right..."

Chen Cheng closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

Fang Sijin hadn't been taken care of well since she was a child, so she probably had a cold constitution.

Her palms were icy, and when they collided with Chen Cheng's burning heat, Scum whistled in pleasure.

After kneading for a while, Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and lifted his right hand. "Knead my arms too."

Seeing his bossy attitude, Fang Sijin clenched her fists and felt a flash of anger.

But it was only a flash.

Afterward, she put on a smile, walked to Chen Cheng's side, knelt down, grabbed his sturdy arm, and began to knead it.

Initially, when Fang Sijin was standing behind Chen Cheng, she was a bit nervous and uneasy.

But when she walked to his front and looked at this handsome man, her gaze was slowly drawn to his thick chest.

The two pectoral muscles bulged high, like two solid little hills, rising and falling slightly with each of Chen Cheng's breaths, exuding an indescribable sense of power.

When her gaze finally moved to the man's abdomen, her breathing couldn't help but quicken.

Scum's abs were like a meticulously carved work of art, each piece well-defined, forming a perfect "eight-pack."

The deep ravines were like passages to mysterious power, making her gaze sink deep into them, unable to extricate herself.

She could clearly see that the outline of each abdominal muscle was full of power, as if containing endless energy, ready to erupt at any moment.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily. Her eyes were tightly fixed on Chen Cheng's physique, as if attracted by a magnet.

In her mind, she began to involuntarily imagine her hands gently caressing those firm pectoral and abdominal muscles.

She subconsciously bit her lip, her throat felt a bit dry, and an uncontrollable urge quietly rose in her heart.

"Gulp~"

Fang Sijin still couldn't suppress her most primitive physiological desire and swallowed involuntarily.

"Does it look good?"

A voice suddenly exploded in the quiet air, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

"Huh?" Fang Sijin was caught red-handed and froze in nervousness.

Chen Cheng curled his lips, reached out to grab the hand resting on his shoulder, and pulled hard. Fang Sijin spun half a circle and fell into Chen Cheng.

Fang Sijin was instantly like a frightened little rabbit, shrinking her body, her legs trembling slightly and involuntarily.

Scum gave a wicked smile. "I said, does it look good?"

Fang Sijin finally reacted, too shy to look Chen Cheng in the eye, and struggled violently to break free.

Seeing her not speaking, Chen Cheng was a bit annoyed. She had already put on black stockings, so why pretend to be innocent with buddy?

He directly raised his leg to prop her up and gave her a slap. The force wasn't particularly hard, but it still stunned Fang Sijin.

"Why are you hitting people?"

Fang Sijin looked at Chen Cheng in disbelief.

Was this still the gentle, refined man from the afternoon?

She felt humiliated like never before.

Then, a different kind of feeling emerged.

Now, she was obedient.

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