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After typing that line, the uncle driver looked up, intending to see whether the handsome young man had given up.

...Damn it.

The security guard really had not let him in.

But in the blink of an eye, three cars had pulled up at the entrance to the residential complex! Each one was more expensive than the last! Then, who knew what happened, but after a round of open and covert sparring, the handsome young man got into the first car. With a deep roar, the sports car cheerfully belched exhaust and vanished into the complex in the blink of an eye.

Bzz bzz bzz, bzz bzz bzz.

His unlucky daughter was still screaming like a marmot on WeChat, waiting for his follow-up.

The uncle driver sighed. So what if someone was out of their league? His silly daughter should just forget it. A disaster-level beauty like that was beyond what the two of them could handle—just think about how miserable anyone dating him would be. If you did not have a vast prairie at home, do not overestimate yourself and try to raise a wild horse. Just look at that charisma. Tsk, tsk, even idol dramas would not dare write something like this.

While the uncle driver was marveling at the spectacle, Li Zhikong had found himself an extremely enthusiastic backup option in just a few minutes. The moment the young female homeowner heard he was applying to be an art tutor, she immediately developed a profound interest in painting. It was practically as if the soul of art had possessed her, while Li Zhikong was the guiding light on her artistic path—and could perhaps moonlight as her muse, too. Ahem.

Li Zhikong calmly withstood the corrosive power of money and insisted that he had already agreed to meet with that family. Of course, if they did not like him, he would contact her.

Standing outside Scum Lu's front door, the rabbit spirit barely suppressed the restlessness in his heart. With the corners of his lips curled up, he lightly pressed the doorbell.

Chapter 18

◎Could it be that I was playing Duan Yu's storyline?◎

The door opened.

"Who is it?" A plump auntie in an apron looked him over a few times, her voice softening considerably. "A friend of the young master? Please, come in, come in!"

Li Zhikong obediently greeted her, his nose twitching. "It smells so good. Auntie, you're making dinner this early?"

The extravagant lifestyle of the rich really was no joke. It smelled like chicken and fish in there—yet it was truly rare for Scum Lu to still have an eight-pack!

As he spoke, he passed the enormous floor-to-ceiling screen by the entryway and swept his eyes across the living room. Whoa! His shocked expression nearly cracked!

Could it be that he had not come to Scum Lu's home at all, but to some high-end club specializing in bizarre play?

In the originally spacious living room, seven or eight young men and women stood in a row. They were all dressed in the black-and-white uniforms commonly seen in otome games, with pretty faces and sweet smiles.

Seated on the sofa directly in front of them was a wealthy woman in her forties or fifties. She was extremely well maintained, with every strand of hair and every fold of her clothes impeccably in place. At the moment, she daintily sipped a spoonful of soup with her pinky raised, her expression indifferent from beginning to end. It was impossible to tell whether she was satisfied with the soup or not.

Li Zhikong: "..."

Seeing that the child had frozen up, the plump auntie quickly smiled and explained, "Hasn't the young master been feeling unwell these past few days? Madam wanted to find someone to take care of him, so she's conducting interviews."

Speaking of which, once Ms. Wang had made up her mind as a mother, she was hard to shake off. If she said she was finding an assistant, she was finding one. Lu Yuan impatiently told her to just make the decision herself, but Ms. Wang refused. She said the assistant was being hired for him, not for her. If she chose one and he did not want to use them, would that not be a waste of effort? Don't worry, she said, she knew he was sick and did not want to go out, so she would simply bring the candidates to the house for interviews. No matter what he said today, he had to pick one!

Thus, early that morning, Ms. Wang had brought a whole group over. They stewed soup, made desserts, fried and stir-fried food, filling the entire house with delicious aromas. Lu Yuan was thoroughly annoyed, so he simply let this bunch of monsters do as they pleased while he hid upstairs.

The plump auntie was one of Ms. Wang's most trusted housekeepers. She usually worked at the old residence, but this time she had come along to serve as an interviewer with Ms. Wang.

"What, has that brat brought in reinforcements? Is it Feiyang or Xiaokai?" Hearing the commotion, Ms. Wang maintained the airs of an empress dowager. She did not even bother lifting her eyelids as she curled her lips in a cold smile. "Tell him to give up that idea right now. Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, this still has to be done! Hah, I don't know what he's being so stubborn about. It's as if I'm trying to harm him..."

"Um, Madam—" The plump auntie walked over and tapped her shoulder.

Ms. Wang finally deigned to look over.

"Pfft!" The hot soup scalded her tongue. Her eyes widened as though she had seen a ghost, and she stared at Li Zhikong while trembling. "Y-you, you, you..."

A chill shot straight to Li Zhikong's scalp. No way? Could this auntie also have been one of his dad's old flames?

Come to think of it, he had not asked—how old was Scum Lu again? They could not possibly be biological brothers, could they?

In just a few seconds, rabbit spirit Li Jiese's mind went through countless twists and turns. Having a godlike father like that was more than enough! That was why he refused to repeat his father's mistakes! First, he could not date women. Second, he could not juggle multiple relationships. Every debt had its debtor; it was enough for him to be Duan Yu. Under no circumstances could he poison the next generation too!

In the meantime, the plump auntie had already taken ice from the refrigerator to cool Ms. Wang down. She still did not understand the situation and could not figure out why Ms. Wang was so agitated. In a low voice, she said, "Could he not be the young master's friend? He doesn't look like a bad person to me..."

Ms. Wang's eyes darted away, and her panic was obvious. "Xiaoyuan's friend? He said that? Hahaha, it's my first time seeing one. Go help me ask him his surname, his name, and how old he is."

The plump auntie was utterly helpless. The person was standing right in front of her—why did she need a messenger just to ask a question?

She asked for her.

Li Zhikong looked calm on the surface, but inside he was panicking like crazy. "Auntie, my surname is Li. Li Zhikong. I'm eighteen this year."

Then he watched with his own eyes as the wealthy woman, who was presumably Scum Lu's mother, began counting on her fingers.

!!!

Li Zhikong no longer cared whether it was polite or not. He quietly took out his phone and sent Scum Lu a message: [How old are you?]

Lu Yuan replied almost instantly: [angry.jpg]

Li Zhikong paused, getting Scum Lu's point. He immediately laughed in irritation: [Can you be serious? I'm asking your age!]