Chen Cheng was not surprised by her reaction at all.

If it were Zhu Zhe, she would probably refuse and then figure out a way on her own.

But Yu Chuhui...

Scum chuckled, "Husband and wife for a day, a hundred days of grace, after all."

Seeing Scum bring that up, Yu Chuhui immediately blushed and punched Scum hard in the chest.

"Who's your wife! That was... that was because I was drunk!"

Scum rolled his eyes at her in annoyance; gluttonous is gluttonous, yet she still wouldn't admit it.

He didn't pay too much attention to it and reached out, grabbing her small hand before she could pull it back.

Must say, her little hand was smooth and tender.

"Yeah, you were drunk, you were drunk." Scum nodded immediately, expressing agreement.

Seeing Chen Cheng's 'serious' expression, Yu Chuhui felt as if she had punched cotton; she glared at Chen Cheng, puffed up with anger.

Scum took the opportunity to sit down beside Yu Chuhui, placing one hand on her waist.

"What are you doing!"

Yu Chuhui slapped away the mischievous hand.

"Oh, we're like an old married couple, what are you shy about."

Scum said this, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He wasn't worried at all about being heard by Zhu Zhe in the bedroom.

Yu Chuhui looked at Great Handsome Guy's face, struggled symbolically a couple of times, and then leaned against Scum.

Scum touched her a couple of times and then behaved himself.

Looking into Yu Chuhui's eyes, he continued, "First, take your mom to get used to the environment: how to take the bus, how to take the subway, where to buy groceries, and where to find the cafeteria when she goes to work."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng had a flash of inspiration, "You can even film this process, edit it, and post it on a video website."

By now, Yu Chuhui's pretty face was flushed, her body felt a bit weak, and she wrapped her arms around Scum's neck. "Why post it online?"

"Didn't you say before that the ceiling for your part-time dance class job was too low?"

"Doesn't this provide a ready-made opportunity? Whether you can seize it depends on you."

Yu Chuhui was a bit confused, "Huh? Become an internet celebrity? But who would watch how to take a bus or a subway?"

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and continued, "You, a fresh college graduate. Your mother, a middle-aged or elderly person who has just left the township where she lived her whole life."

"Don't you think these are two very typical groups?"

"Let's start with your mother's group."

"With the process of urbanization in our country, more and more middle-aged and elderly people are leaving the villages and towns where they have lived all their lives to go to big cities to rely on their children."

"Do you think they know how to take the bus or the subway? Can they adapt to the convenient transportation system in the city?"

"For this type of elderly person, most of their travel is via their children's private cars or ride-hailing services booked by their children."

"When these people come to big cities, they are still limited to the range reachable on foot: home, vegetable markets, parks, and shopping malls."

"In the Chinese nation, filial piety is the most important of all virtues."

"If you record the process of teaching your mother to adapt to city life and post it on short video platforms, you can let these elderly people learn along with her."

"Even if it's just learning how to take the subway, do you think you can capitalize on this traffic?"

This was a track that had once exploded in popularity. Chen Cheng didn't want to spoon-feed her everything. She wasn't a slow-witted person; on the contrary, she was incredibly clever and understood things as soon as they were pointed out.

The more Yu Chuhui listened, the more she felt it was doable. She murmured to herself, "Topic, conflict, a precisely targeted audience. Wouldn't the traffic just come naturally?"

In the era of the mobile internet, traffic is money.

Yu Chuhui's eyes lit up. She blinked and asked, "What about the college students?"

Chen Cheng tapped her forehead in annoyance, "Your mother is leaving the town she has lived in for decades for the first time. Many kids who just got into college are also leaving the place they grew up for the first time, aren't they?"

"But they at least know how to use smartphones, right? They should be able to find it all online." Yu Chuhui was a bit confused; kids these days all have mobile phones.

Chen Cheng shook his head helplessly, looking as if she were a child who could not be taught.

Yu Chuhui's eyes darted between looking at Chen Cheng and frowning in thought.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh~ I get it. Senior's meaning is to let me become the hub for this information exchange. The exchange hub between the internet and reality!"

Yu Chuhui excitedly kissed Chen Cheng on the face.

"Mwah, Senior, you are so smart."

Chen Cheng rolled his eyes at her in disgust and pulled out a tissue to wipe his face.

He dropped the tissue, raised his head until he was close to Yu Chuhui's lips—the two pairs of lips were just two fingers apart—and smiled wickedly, "If you want to kiss, kiss my lips, why kiss my face?"

After saying that, he pressed his lips onto hers.

"Mmm~ Mmm-mmm~ Mmm~"

At first, Yu Chuhui still resisted a little, patting Chen Cheng while making muffled sounds.

Slowly, she became lost in Scum's kissing technique, hooking her hands around Scum's neck and responding passionately.

"Ah~"

Yu Chuhui suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and a tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her limbs and body.

Frightened, she immediately slapped away the mischievous hand, pushed Chen Cheng away, and ran toward the door.

Chen Cheng watched Yu Chuhui's back, the corners of his mouth curling up, "Little thing, is that all you've got?"

If it weren't for Zhu Zhe being there, he wouldn't have minded having another friendly match with Yu Chuhui.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right; there was someone else in the house.

As for the one he had already eaten and the one he hadn't yet, Scum knew very well which was more important.

In order to make her run off on her own, Scum had to scare Yu Chuhui a little and pinched a key spot.

The sharp pain instantly made Yu Chuhui sober up, and she recalled the pain from last time, as if she had been pierced.

After the sound of the door closing came, Chen Cheng hurriedly poked his head out to take a look.

Confirming that Yu Chuhui had really left, he got up from the sofa.

He walked to the guest room and gently pushed the door open. Sure enough, Zhu Zhe was already lying on the bed, asleep.

The renovation here had fully absorbed the lessons from the poor soundproofing on the 22nd floor; every room had undergone soundproofing treatment.

Unless you stuck your ear to the door, you couldn't hear normal conversations in the living room at all.

He glanced at the sleeping beauty, who looked charmingly naive. The hem of her bathrobe was high up, and her smooth, fair, beautiful legs were exposed to the air.

Sunlight spilled in through the window, and the refracted light had already reached the bed; Zhu Zhe's fair skin seemed to be coated with a layer of golden brilliance.

At this moment, the part covered by the black skirt hem was mysterious and holy.

Scum gulped, swallowing his saliva, and pulled the air-conditioning quilt from the side to cover Zhu Zhe.

He adjusted the air conditioning temperature again and exited the room.

He walked into the kitchen and hurriedly took ice water from the refrigerator to pour a glass.

"Glug~ Glug~"

After a while, he finally suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

Chen Cheng suddenly discovered that his desires in that area seemed to have become stronger.

No, it should be described as even hungrier.

Chen Cheng frowned. Logically, a stick-like, petite figure like Yu Chuhui's shouldn't be able to easily arouse his lust.

He had studied foreign languages in America, after all, and wasn't some inexperienced young lad.

Could it be because of the buff given by the system? Endless vitality?

Or was it because it was morning, a physiological factor?

Plus, Zhu Zhe was dressed a bit sexily.

In the guest room wardrobe, there were some guest clothes and toiletries, all prepared by Gao Yue.

Chen Cheng knew about these, but he didn't know the clothes were so short and a bit sexy.

Must say, Gao Yue understood her boss.

For a moment, Chen Cheng couldn't reach a conclusion.

"Forget it, whatever."

He shook his head and returned to the dining table to continue researching the Japan market.