As expected, He Zhinan drank too much.

By the time Chen Cheng returned from the restroom, he saw her slumped over the bar counter, fast asleep.

Looking at the unconscious He Zhinan, Chen Cheng couldn't help but let out a frustrated chuckle.

He picked her up in his arms and left the bar.

When moving to the next location, Chen Cheng got into the Bodyguard's car.

That One-77 was also being driven by a Bodyguard.

After exiting the bar and waiting for half a minute, a white nanny van pulled up in front of them.

The car door opened automatically; Chen Cheng stepped inside and settled He Zhinan into a seat.

Chen Cheng had the Bodyguard drive to the place where Han Su used to live.

They arrived shortly after. Carrying her, Chen Cheng walked up the same stairs where he had once watched Han Su's swaying figure ascend.

Reaching the door, he found the keys in her bag and opened it.

"Ugh~"

Just as they entered the room, He Zhinan vomited, bringing up a bit of yellowish fluid.

She threw up right onto her own creamy-white wool coat.

Inevitably, some of it got onto Chen Cheng as well.

"What the..." Chen Cheng cursed under his breath as he looked at the yellow fluid she'd vomited.

He watched as she dazed-ly reached out to brush away some stray hairs that were bothering her mouth.

"Eww~" Chen Cheng made a face of pure disgust.

Enduring it, he carried her into the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and took off the wool coat she had soiled.

Chen Cheng held the garment with two fingers and rolled it up slightly to prevent any vomit from dripping out.

He turned and left the room, tossing the clothes into the bathroom sink.

Then he went to the dining table for a glass and poured her two cups of water.

When he returned to the room, Chen Cheng's eyes widened.

At some point, He Zhinan had taken off her sweater. Now, she was sitting on the bed in a daze, wearing only her form-fitting underwear.

Chen Cheng frowned slightly, walked over, and held the water cup to her lips.

"Rinse your mouth~"

He Zhinan didn't even open her eyes; her lips parted slightly as she waited to be fed.

Chen Cheng took a breath; he might as well see this good deed through to the end.

He gently tilted the bottom of the cup so she could drink.

He didn't forget to remind her, "Don't swallow it, just rinse."

He Zhinan was half-asleep and half-awake; she did exactly what Chen Cheng told her to do.

After she rinsed three times, Chen Cheng felt it was enough.

He was about to leave when, unexpectedly, He Zhinan pulled him back, causing him to fall back onto the bed.

He Zhinan looked at Chen Cheng's shoulder with hazy eyes, her lips parted slightly as she asked:

"Am I pretty?"

Feeling the pressure on his arm, Chen Cheng's breathing quickened.

"Whew~" He let out a breath. "You're drunk."

He Zhinan was still murmuring, "Am I pretty?"

Chen Cheng was somewhat speechless. He reached out, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, long-pressed to enter the camera, hit record, and pointed the rear camera at her.

He asked, "What did you just say?"

He certainly didn't want to end up in a legal battle.

He Zhinan repeated herself, "Am I pretty?"

Chen Cheng nodded. "You're alright."

After he spoke, He Zhinan suddenly found a burst of energy. She lifted her head, rested her chin on Chen Cheng's shoulder, and looked at his profile with seductive eyes.

"Then, am I cute?"

Chen Cheng turned his head to look at her. To be honest, among all his girlfriends, when it came to the 'cute' attribute, no one could beat He Zhinan.

He nodded gently. "Cute."

At this moment, the distance between them was less than ten centimeters. The warm breath Chen Cheng exhaled blew entirely onto He Zhinan's face.

Already restless, He Zhinan became even more uncontrollable. Her lips instinctively moved toward Chen Cheng's.

Chen Cheng performed a tactical lean back and raised his hand to press against her approaching lips.

He didn't want to kiss a mouth that had just vomited.

Clearly, He Zhinan wasn't as unconscious as he had previously thought.

Chen Cheng's eyes darted around.

Fair and tender, cute and sweet, yet so assertive.

Most importantly, he had checked with a health scan; she was very healthy.

So what was he waiting for?

"How about a shower first?"

He Zhinan's face was already flushed deep red. She nodded gently. "Okay~"

...

Early morning.

He Zhinan suddenly jolted awake and sat up with a start.

She lifted the blanket to check her clothes, and then her eyes widened.

She asked the 'other self' in her mind, "How did I get back last night?"

The 'He Zhinan' dressed in a black, stoic suit shook her head. "I don't know~"

He Zhinan's eyes were filled with terror as she recalled yesterday's events.

"Chen Cheng!"

Suddenly, He Zhinan shuddered as she remembered what happened last night.

She was instantly stunned and covered her mouth in horror.

The air seemed to freeze for a long while before He Zhinan went into a frenzy.

Ahhhhhhh~~~

He Zhinan, how could you do this?

Chen Cheng is Han Su's boyfriend. It wasn't enough that you stole him once.

You had to steal him a second time.

Ahhhhhhh~~~

He Zhinan clutched her still-aching head in a fit of self-reproach.

The stoic 'He Zhinan' spoke up: "How about we pretend it never happened? Anyway, he didn't stay the night here."

"And you don't feel anything either." As she spoke, the stoic 'He Zhinan's' face also turned red.

He Zhinan often talked to herself, and gradually, another version of herself had formed in her mind.

Their memories were shared. Now, the stoic 'He Zhinan' also recalled that soul-stirring, surging desire from last night.

That never-before-experienced... *gulp*... dominance...

He Zhinan swallowed hard, a blush creeping across her face.

He Zhinan sat on the bed in a daze for a long while, then lay back under the covers to reminisce for a bit before slowly accepting reality.

Suddenly, He Zhinan's eyes spotted a business card and a note on the nightstand.

She picked them up; it was Chen Cheng's business card and a check.

He Zhinan looked at the check in her hand, staring at the numbers on it.

Anger flared on her face. "What does he mean by this?"

But the stoic 'He Zhinan's' eyes were shining. "A million! It's a million!"

"*Gulp*~ This is way too much."

The stoic 'He Zhinan' naturally knew her thoughts. "If he wanted to insult you, he wouldn't have given a million, but a thousand."

"Then what does he mean?"

He Zhinan was completely stunned by the massive amount on the check.

The stoic 'He Zhinan' thought for a moment. "Doesn't he have a business card? Just ask him directly."

...

In the end, He Zhinan didn't call the number on the business card.

Instead, she hurriedly got dressed and went downstairs to a nearby bank.

Looking at the numbers transferred into her card, He Zhinan still felt a sense of unreality.

She stood dazed in front of the bank for a long time before remembering to contact Chen Cheng.

She didn't call, but sent a text message instead.

This was because she felt a bit guilty, fearing that Chen Cheng might be with Han Su at that moment.

Chen Cheng's text reply came back quickly.

[Treat yourself well when you're away from home. You've just started in a new city, and you'll need money for everything. Having money in hand brings peace of mind. Although our beginning was strange, I want you to be happy.]

Looking at the text, He Zhinan instantly tossed her guilt toward Han Su to the back of her mind.

This was where Chen Cheng's brilliance lay; he had gained plenty of experience in throwing money at people.

Giving ten, twenty, or even a hundred thousand might work on a poor girl who hadn't seen the world, like Fan Shengmei.

But He Zhinan was someone who owned property in a major central city.

She also had a rich second-generation ex-boyfriend who would send luxury gifts whenever they argued.

To win her over, he had to stun her with money, leaving her unable to think.

He had to throw enough so that the next time they met, she would yield with only a token resistance.