Chapter 15: The God of Wealth Arrives in the Entertainment Industry (15)

That night, the moon was shrouded and the wind howled—a perfect setting for deeds best left unseen.

“Host, the surveillance is taken care of!” Milk Seven announced excitedly. “I’ve got the identification card too. Go for it, Host! Let’s do this!”

Jiang Youyou swiped the ID card that had appeared in her pocket across the smart sensor. The door unlocked with a click. The man sitting in the security booth looked over as the door opened, first sizing up Jiang Youyou, then breaking into a warm smile. “Welcome home, resident.”

“Thank you. You’re looking especially handsome tonight,” Jiang Youyou replied, her mood as light as her steps as she walked inside.

The security guard watched Fang Jinnian’s retreating figure, scratching his head in embarrassment. The compliment left him bashful. He hadn’t expected this aloof Mr. Fang, who usually kept people at arm’s length, to be so gentle in private.

Building 13, Apartment 1034.

Only a single incandescent lamp illuminated the living room. As Jiang Youyou ventured further in, the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom, warm yellow light filtering through the frosted glass door, barely hinting at the figure inside.

“Little Seven, the sack,” Jiang Youyou said coolly, stretching out a hand. Beneath her calm, excitement simmered.

“Here you go, Host!” Milk Seven’s cutesy voice chimed as a large, gray-brown woven sack materialized in Jiang Youyou’s hand.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she regarded the hefty sack.

Without hesitation, she strode to the bathroom door and kicked it open. The door banged loudly against the frame, revealing Fang Jinnian’s bewildered face still lathered with shampoo.

A bathtub sat by the window, scattered with pink, red, and white rose petals.

Jiang Youyou’s gaze swept over Fang Jinnian’s bare form, pausing pointedly before her expression twisted into one of pure disdain.

So this is the mighty CEO? What a pitiful little puppy.

“Jiang Youyou?!” Fang Jinnian was utterly stunned, gaping at Jiang Youyou who stood before him, sack in hand, having just kicked in the door.

“That’s right, Master Fang, it’s me,” Jiang Youyou replied with a radiant smile, stepping into the bathroom. “This place really is fit for a CEO—so spacious and bright. I imagine the soundproofing is excellent too?”

“Y-you—what are you planning?” he stammered. The gust from the closing door sent a chill over his exposed skin, reminding him he was completely naked. He hurriedly snatched a bath towel and wrapped it tightly around his waist.

“Let me warn you, no matter how much you fancy me, breaking into someone’s home is still illegal! And honestly, with the way you’ve been acting lately, even if every woman on earth vanished, I still wouldn’t like you!” With his towel secured, Fang Jinnian shot back defiantly, though beneath his scornful facade, a flicker of pride lingered.

See? This woman came crawling to him after all. Whatever she said about disliking him was just to get his attention.

He’d only spent a little time with Jiang Niannian earlier today and she was already jealous. She’d never escape his grasp.

“Host, this guy’s not right in the head,” Milk Seven muttered, unable to endure the madness any longer. “His brain’s fried, and maybe his eyes too. If he doesn’t run now, maybe the sack I gave you isn’t big or bright enough. Next time I’ll try red—something more eye-catching.”

“Mm, and it’s not a mild case either,” Jiang Youyou replied, her gaze dripping with contempt as she purposely lingered over a particular spot, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

Before Fang Jinnian could explode in indignation, she deftly slipped the sack over him—from head to toe, a perfect fit, as if it were tailor-made.