Do Men All Like Black Stockings?

The screen shifted, and Lin Ming's real-time status appeared on Jiang Che's tablet.

After delivering takeout for an entire day and confirming the authenticity of the Super Takeout System, Lin Ming had obtained a Ferrari sports car worth five million through the system, along with three million in cash deposited into his account.

At that moment, Lin Ming lay in his somewhat shabby rented room, staring unblinkingly at the bank deposit notification on his phone. His eyes gleamed, his breathing was rapid, and he was visibly exhilarated.

"It's real... It's all actually real!"

"Hahaha!"

"From now on, I, Lin Ming, am going to soar to greatness!"

"Li Yue, you bitch. Sooner or later, I'll make you realize what kind of super-rich man you missed out on!"

Lin Ming began laughing loudly and without restraint, his smile radiant as though he wanted to sweep away every shadow cast by twenty years of poverty.

After his excitement subsided, Lin Ming forced himself to calm down and began thinking seriously.

As a poor loser at the bottom of society and a broke third-year college student, Lin Ming did not have many friends. Aside from pursuing Li Yue with relentless fervor, his favorite pastime was reading novels about absurdly wealthy protagonists online and fantasizing that one day, he too could live a wonderful life surrounded by beautiful women.

Naturally, Lin Ming was no stranger to things like systems, which existed only in novels. He knew they were standard equipment for protagonists.

Now that he had suddenly risen to prominence and successfully awakened the Super Takeout System, wasn't that practically the destiny of a novel's protagonist?

He had only delivered takeout for half a day today, yet he had received a supercar worth five million and a reward of three million in cash.

If he kept delivering takeout, wouldn't he soon become a billionaire?

By then, wouldn't all the Campus Belles at Linjiang University be his for the taking?

"Shao Wanwan, Ye Mengyao, Chu Yuechan..."

"Hehe, get ready to welcome your future husband!"

After indulging in some fantasies and wild thoughts, imagining a wonderful future with all sorts of Campus Belles, Lin Ming hummed a tune and happily walked into the bathroom.

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Once Jiang Che saw Lin Ming enter the bathroom, he directly turned off the tablet screen, a trace of disdainful mockery appearing on his face.

"Soar to greatness?"

"Trash will always be trash... Just keep being a bottom-feeding loser who spends his whole life fantasizing!"

With him around, Lin Ming could wait until his next life if he wanted to rise to greatness.

Now that he had made Lin Ming confirm the authenticity of the Super Takeout System, he could begin laying out his plans and harvest him to his heart's content.

As long as Lin Ming fell into the abyss and received one system punishment after another, wouldn't Emotion Points come pouring into him?

Jiang Che had long since made arrangements for this. He was quite confident in Qiang Zi's ability to handle things.

The moment Lin Ming's luck fell to zero and he could no longer provide Emotion Points would be the day of his doom.

Jiang Che had already asked the system about this before.

These Children of Destiny were born in response to fate, each accompanied by massive amounts of luck. Once their luck was depleted, they would naturally lose their status as Children of Destiny, completely becoming ordinary people and fading into the crowd.

If Lin Ming followed the predetermined route Jiang Che had set for him, Jiang Che could still let him live a little longer.

But if Lin Ming stepped outside the trap he had set, Jiang Che would not mind sending him on his way early.

After all, Jiang Che disliked the feeling of anything escaping his control.

With the Destined Great Villain halo empowering him, Jiang Che could brutally kill these Children of Destiny anytime and anywhere, ignoring the Protagonist Halo and ignoring Luck Protection.

The night was dark as ink.

At ten o'clock that night, after finishing a full day of work, Leng Qingqiu drove back to her villa at Lanwan Imperial Mansion.

Over the years, aside from occasionally gathering with a few close sisters, Leng Qingqiu had generally lived alone.

She ate alone, read alone, worked alone, and slept alone.

Such a life might have seemed bland and dull, but Leng Qingqiu enjoyed it and was deeply accustomed to it.

She had long grown used to solitude, and she enjoyed it as well.

It was precisely because of this that Leng Qingqiu had developed her current personality: fiercely career-driven, strong and domineering, decisive and efficient.

After returning to the villa, Leng Qingqiu turned on the lights in the hall. Supporting herself against the doorframe, she lifted her long legs wrapped in black stockings, slipped off her high heels, and revealed a pair of delicate, flawless, fair jade feet.

She took out a pair of pink rabbit-ear slippers from the shoe cabinet beside her and put them on. Passing through the entryway, Leng Qingqiu placed the takeout she had packed on her way back onto the dining table in the living room.

"Xiao Ai."

After washing her hands, Leng Qingqiu sat gracefully in her seat with her legs together. She called out to the AI assistant to turn on the air conditioner and television, switching it to the news channel.

As a CEO worth tens of billions, Leng Qingqiu naturally paid close attention to every development within the government.

Every evening, Leng Qingqiu deliberately set aside an hour to review major events in Linjiang City, Jiangzhou Province, and even all of Jiuzhou Country, including various international political affairs.

Leng Qingqiu fed small bites of rice into her mouth, her gaze fixed intently on the news playing on the television.

When she saw Jiang Chenzhou, who was leading a group of officials on an inspection tour in the neighboring city of Tianhai, Leng Qingqiu suddenly thought of Jiang Che—that bastard, that lecherous rogue.

"His father is clearly someone so worthy of respect. Why is his son such a lecherous little hooligan?"

Leng Qingqiu muttered to herself, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and subconsciously reached out to touch her long legs wrapped in black stockings, feeling the smooth, delicate texture of the high-end fabric.

"Do men really like black stockings that much?"

Leng Qingqiu voiced the thought aloud. That afternoon, she had naturally noticed Jiang Che's gaze lingering on her legs more than a dozen times, though she had not called him out on it.

She liked wearing black stockings because they were genuinely flattering and could prevent static electricity, but she also understood men's obsession with them.

She occasionally watched short videos in her spare time, so she was familiar with various online memes as well.

"So what if you like them?"

"You can look, but you can't touch. Let it drive you crazy!"

"Hmph!"

Leng Qingqiu gave a haughty snort. As though she had imagined Jiang Che being thwarted and looking aggrieved, she could not help laughing aloud.

"This is so strange. How can I be thinking about that bastard?"

"Don't think about him, don't think about him..."

"Eat, eat..."

Forcing an end to her fantasies, Leng Qingqiu lowered her head and continued eating, hoping to shift her attention. Yet Jiang Che's figure in her mind did not blur. Instead, it grew increasingly vivid.

After all, everything that had happened at Lingxiao Capital today had been far too impactful for Leng Qingqiu, a mature woman who had lived alone for years.

Jiang Che had forcefully barged into her heart just like that, without giving her any choice or even the slightest chance to react.

Recalling that passionate kiss from the afternoon, Leng Qingqiu inexplicably licked her lips, savoring the memory.

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