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After typing that line, Uncle Driver looked up, intending to see whether the handsome guy had given up.

...Damn it. (A type of plant.)

The security guard really hadn't let him in.

But in the short time it took, three cars had pulled up at the residential complex entrance! Each one more expensive than the last! Then, who knew what happened—after a round of open and covert sparring, the handsome guy got into the first car. With a low rumble, the sports car cheerfully spewed exhaust and vanished into the complex in the blink of an eye.

Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz.

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

Uncle Driver sighed. Well, out of touch was out of touch. Better forget it, silly girl. The two of them couldn't handle someone on that level of trouble—just think how upsetting it would be to date him. If your home didn't have a vast grassland, don't overestimate yourself and try to raise a wild stallion. Look at that charm... tsk, tsk, tsk. Even idol dramas wouldn't dare write it like this.

While Uncle Driver was marveling at the spectacle, Li Zhikong found himself an extremely enthusiastic backup option in just a few minutes. The moment the female owner heard he was applying to be a tutor, she immediately developed a deep interest in painting. It was as if the soul of art had possessed her, and Li Zhikong was the guiding light on her artistic path—while also perhaps moonlighting as her muse, ahem.

Li Zhikong calmly withstood the corrosive power of money and insisted that he had already agreed to work for that family. Of course, if they didn't choose him, he would contact her.

Standing outside that scumbag Lu Yuan's door, Rabbit Spirit barely suppressed the agitation in his heart, curled his lips, and lightly pressed the doorbell.

Chapter 18

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

The door opened.

"Who is it?" A plump auntie in an apron looked him over, her voice softening considerably. "Are you Young Master's friend? Please come in, please come in!"

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

The luxurious, decadent lifestyle of the rich really wasn't for show. It smelled like chicken and fish in there—Lu Yuan having eight-pack abs despite that was truly impressive!

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

Could it be that he hadn't come to scumbag Lu Yuan's home, but to some upscale club specializing in weird play?

In the originally spacious living room, seven or eight young men and women stood in a row. They were all dressed in the sort of black-and-white uniforms commonly seen in otome games, attractive in appearance and sweetly smiling.

On the sofa directly in front of them sat a wealthy lady around forty or fifty. She was exceptionally well maintained, with her hair and clothes perfectly immaculate. At that moment, she held her fingers in a delicate pose as she sipped a spoonful of soup, her expression cool from beginning to end. No one could tell whether she was satisfied with the soup or not.

Li Zhikong: "..."

Seeing that the child had frozen up, the plump auntie hurriedly explained with a smile, "Young Master hasn't been feeling well these past few days, so Madam wanted to find someone to take care of him. She's conducting interviews."

When Ms. Wang, as a mother, set her mind on something, she was hard to brush off. If she said she was finding an assistant, then she would find one. Lu Yuan was impatient and told her to simply decide herself, but Ms. Wang refused. She said the assistant was for him, not for her. If she decided and he didn't want to use the person she chose, wouldn't all that effort be wasted? Don't worry, she knew he was sick and didn't want to go out, so she would bring the candidates to the house for interviews. No matter what he said today, he had to choose one!

So early that morning, Ms. Wang had brought over a whole group of people to stew soup and make desserts. They fried, stir-fried, braised, and deep-fried until the whole house was filled with tempting aromas. Lu Yuan was annoyed beyond endurance and 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 household helpers. She normally stayed at the old residence, but this time she had come along to act as an interviewer with Ms. Wang.

"What, did that brat bring in reinforcements? Feiyang or Xiaokai?" Hearing the commotion, Ms. Wang maintained the airs of an empress dowager without even lifting her eyelids. Curling her lips, she sneered, "Tell him to give up that idea right now. Even if the Jade Emperor himself came today, this still has to be done! Hah, I don't know what he's being so stubborn about. It's like he thinks I'm trying to harm him..."

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

Ms. Wang finally deigned to look over.

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

Li Zhikong felt a chill shoot straight to the top of his head. No way? Could this auntie also have been one of his dad's old flames?

Come to think of it, he hadn't asked—how old was scumbag Lu Yuan again? Don't tell him they were biological brothers!

In those few short seconds, Rabbit Spirit Li Jiese's thoughts twisted and turned a hundred times. Having a godlike father like that was truly enough! That was why he refused to repeat the same mistakes! First, he couldn't date women. Second, he couldn't juggle multiple relationships. Every debt had its creditor; it was enough for him to be Duan Yu. Under no circumstances could he poison the next generation too!

Taking advantage of the moment, the plump auntie had already fetched ice from the refrigerator to cool Ms. Wang down. She still didn't understand what was happening or why Ms. Wang was so agitated. In a low voice, she said, "Could he not be Young Master's friend? He doesn't look like a bad person to me..."

Ms. Wang's gaze darted around, her panic unmistakable. "Lu Yuan's friend? He said that? Hahaha, this is my first time seeing him. Go ask him what his surname is, what his name is, and how old he is."

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

She helped ask him.

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

Then he watched helplessly as this wealthy lady, who was likely scumbag Lu Yuan's mother, began counting on her fingers.

!!!

Li Zhikong no longer cared about manners. He quietly took out his phone and messaged scumbag Lu Yuan: [How old are you?]

Lu Yuan replied almost instantly: [angry.jpg]

Li Zhikong paused, got scumbag Lu Yuan's point, and immediately laughed in exasperation: [Can you be serious? I'm asking your age!]