"Senior, may I have some wine?" Yu Chuhui asked, pointing to the bottle on the coffee table.

Her mind was in a mess right now; she was wavering over whether to quit her job to find a new one, and even more anxious about whether she could find a better one.

Chen Cheng was slightly tipsy, and with a hazy gaze, he pointed toward the kitchen. "The glasses are in the first row of cabinets on the left, get one yourself." Chen Cheng then pointed to the wine rack. "Help yourself to whatever you want to drink."

Yu Chuhui stared at the wine rack for a long time but didn't dare to take any of the bottles; they all looked very expensive.

In the end, she sheepishly took a glass identical to Chen Cheng's from the cabinet and returned to the sofa, plopping down beside him.

Mimicking the way Chen Cheng had poured his drink earlier, she first picked up an ice cube and placed it in the glass, then picked up the bottle from the table and poured until the glass was one-third full.

She lifted the glass and poured the liquor into her mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough... Hiss~ Ha~"

Yu Chuhui made a pained expression from the burn, opening her mouth to blow air while quickly fanning with her hand to soothe the irritation on the tip of her tongue.

Chen Cheng smiled as he watched her cute appearance; it seemed she hadn't even drunk much baijiu before. "First time having whiskey?"

Yu Chuhui nodded.

"Whiskey is a strong spirit; you need to drink it slowly."

Yu Chuhui nodded in understanding. After a good while, she set down the glass, lay lazily on the sofa, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Senior, is this bottle of wine also very expensive?" Yu Chuhui asked, turning her head toward Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng frowned slightly and looked at her. "You've already drunk it, why ask about the price?"

This distillery had shut down, so there were no retail products available. Gao Yue had specifically scoured the collector's market for it after seeing that the big boss liked it. Chen Cheng didn't know the price either.

"Oh, oh... Senior, how did you..." Yu Chuhui pointed to the ceiling, "how did you earn this apartment?"

Last time Chen Cheng treated them to drinks, although Zhu Zhe didn't say anything, Yu Chuhui was a sharp little cookie. As soon as she saw '1998' on the bottle, she felt it wasn't simple, so she took a picture of the bottle and looked it up online.

Upon seeing the search results, Yu Chuhui was shocked: ten thousand yuan a bottle.

In other words, the five of them had drunk away her monthly salary that day.

After gasping in shock, she secretly blamed herself for not savoring it properly at the time; she couldn't even remember what it tasted like.

She naturally assumed that Chen Cheng's apartment was his own, not rented.

Chen Cheng shook his head and smiled. "My path doesn't have any reference value."

He continued, "Like Zhen Zhen, I'm considered a lucky kid. My parents left me two apartments."

"Left them?" Yu Chuhui was a sharp little cookie and keenly caught onto something.

Chen Cheng nodded. "Yeah, they passed away in a car accident a few years ago."

"I'm sorry, Senior, I didn't know..."

Chen Cheng waved his hand. He wasn't close enough with the girls from 2202 to talk about his parents, so it was normal that they didn't know his situation.

"No need, life and death are fated..."

"Senior, do you think... should I change my career?" Yu Chuhui smiled awkwardly and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Hmm?" Chen Cheng looked puzzled. In his impression, Yu Chuhui had only jumped to a private company and hadn't had any thoughts of changing careers. Could it be that his butterfly effect had caused some changes?

"Change careers? Change to what?"

"Finance," Yu Chuhui pointed at Chen Cheng, "just like you, Senior."

"..." Chen Cheng couldn't hold it together. Everyone knew that working in finance made money, and everyone wanted to get into finance.

But one can't just see the thief eating meat without remembering the thief getting beaten.

Still, the same saying applies.

A girl with no resources and no background, in an industry overflowing with material desires and debauchery, will sooner or later force herself into the very shape she once detested most.

Isn't that exactly what happened to Lucy downstairs, who was forced to run away from home five years ago?

She thought she was climbing the ladder step by step on her own merits, but in reality, she was just being targeted by her boss.

The boss wants to eat your meat, and you refuse to submit? Then sorry, this industry isn't for you.

One Lucy insisted on resisting, but the vast majority of Lucys chose to go with the flow.

Now Lucy is still renting an apartment, putting on a brave front while plotting her revenge, while her peers who went with the flow might have already become VPs, earning millions in annual salaries, marrying rich and beautiful women, and reaching the pinnacle of their lives.

If it were you, how would you choose?

However, Yu Chuhui did have the qualifications to change careers.

She had just graduated, had high plasticity, and her academic background was quite good.

Whether her major was relevant or not didn't really matter.

It is well known that the finance industry likes all majors except finance.

Under equal conditions, a finance PhD might not necessarily find a job at an Investment Bank, but electrical engineering, mathematics, mechanical engineering, computer science, etc., definitely could.

Although he didn't understand why, even though Yu Chuhui was clearly the most ordinary-looking one on the 22nd floor, she always touted herself as beautiful.

But that didn't prevent Yu Chuhui from having many suitors; maybe to each their own?

Appearance has an inherent advantage in any industry.

"What? You think finance makes money?" Chen Cheng's eyes regained their sparkle, and he stared straight at Yu Chuhui.

Yu Chuhui didn't answer immediately but stared blankly at Chen Cheng's face.

A high, straight nose bridge, a sharp jawline, and an Adam's apple that bobbed clearly as he spoke.

"Gulp."

Yu Chuhui swallowed involuntarily, her heart feeling a bit restless.

So handsome!

"Hmm..." Yu Chuhui hurriedly turned her head away to hide her embarrassment.

"You need to consider it carefully." Regarding the career change, Chen Cheng didn't intend to give any directive advice; he could only say to think it through clearly.

He didn't want to take the blame for that.

"Mm-hmm~"

The two chatted on and off for a while. Chen Cheng was thoroughly tipsy and lay on the sofa, feeling drowsy.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his lips.

He opened his hazy eyes, saw clearly who was in front of him, and instantly regained a sliver of clarity, pushing Yu Chuhui away.

"You've had too much to drink," he said sharply.

Yu Chuhui had also been drinking and had a hazy gaze. Seeing Chen Cheng lying beside her with his eyes slightly closed, she began to scrutinize him carefully.

Those firm pectorals, that sexy Adam's apple, and the perfect jawline—and remembering the soles of her feet being tickled that morning—made her feel an itch in her heart. Whether it was the alcohol going to her head or not, she kissed him before she knew it.

Now that her stolen kiss had been caught, Yu Chuhui's face flushed red, but she remained stubborn. "No~ I haven't had too much to drink."

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched. She had freaking stolen a kiss and still claimed she wasn't drunk? This action didn't fit her persona at all.

A sharp girl like her should at least make a man chase her for ten days or half a month, throw a hundred thousand or eighty thousand at her, before she'd even let him hold her hand.

Who just up and steals a kiss from a man? And they'd only known each other for a few days, plus he hadn't even thought about sleeping with her.

Chen Cheng had a headache.

Damn it, not taking advantage of a freebie makes me a jerk.

With this thought emerging in his mind, the Scum immediately made up his mind, leaned over, and kissed her back.