First Meeting

"Yang Jian, I'm here."

A beautiful woman dressed in a short dress that revealed her fair and lovely legs, carrying a bag and wearing high heels, walked into the fried chicken shop.

She waved, a beautiful smile spreading across her face.

Jiang Yan gave herself an 82 out of 100 for her carefully dressed appearance, and she believed that Yang Jian would give her the remaining 18 points in the form of a 666.

I've made up my mind.

She wanted to shake off the image of the accountant in Yang Jian's mind and completely change her style.

Many guests turned their heads to look at Jiang Yan.

He especially lingered on those delicate legs several times.

These legs

Many men thought to themselves.

"Sister Jiang, you've come over since you see me. Do you want me to move the table over and ask you to sit down?" Yang Jian raised an eyebrow and slightly lifted his head.

"Knew."

Jiang Yan chuckled, a hint of girlish mischief in her eyes, and obediently walked over.

"You look a bit off, have you been haunted?" Yang Jian stared at her neck; "Should I check you out?"

"I didn't, don't be so suspicious," Jiang Yan said.

"No? I feel like you're gradually becoming abnormal. Have I been out of touch with society for too long and can't keep up, or have you gotten too cocky and I can't understand your tricks?" Yang Jian looked at her suspiciously.

Jiang Yan was immediately furious.

I dressed up especially for you, and you actually said I'm becoming increasingly perverted?

"I'm perfectly normal, please, can't you think a little more normally?" Jiang Yan said.

"Am I not normal?" Yang Jian.

Jiang Yan rolled her eyes; "No, you're not normal at all."

"Then what would be considered normal?" Yang Jian.

"Like other naive teenagers, I like looking at pretty girls, chatting about suggestive topics, and watching unhealthy movies. For example, I don't mind if you have any fantasies about me."

Jiang Yan said in a somewhat seductive tone.

Yang Jian asked in bewilderment, "At your age, you're still fantasizing about young, handsome men all day long. You still say you're not a pervert?"

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Jiang Yan's lips twitched, and she felt an urge to flip the table.

What was I thinking, choosing such a small, insignificant man?

Is the generation gap really caused by age differences?

I completely fail to understand his line of thinking.

"I'm angry, I don't want to talk to you," Jiang Yan said, turning her head away.

Want some ice cream?

"I want strawberry flavor, thank you."

Yang Jian, "I want one too. Could you please go and buy one for me?"

"Um?"

Jiang Yan stared at him with her eyes open.

"It's my treat," Yang Jian.

Jiang Yan was starting to get frustrated. Was this about paying for a meal? Shouldn't you be the one buying it? You're a man! I came out shopping with you, and this is how you treat me?

Does she even care about her dignity as a beautiful woman?

But a moment later...

Jiang Yan left the counter with an ice cream in each hand and walked towards Yang Jian.

"Xiaoyan, I knew you were here. I saw your car parked outside." At that moment, a gentle voice rang out.

Jiang Yan shuddered upon hearing this.

A man who terrified her appeared.

"Qian Feng, it's you again? How did you find me?"

"Of course, it's guided by love." Qian Feng winked, looking quite flamboyant.

Jiang Yan ignored her, rolled her eyes, and left.

Who is this?

Qian Feng followed and looked at the man who had taken the ice cream from Jiang Yan's hand.

"My boyfriend," Jiang Yan said immediately, without any hesitation.

Boy friend?

Qian Feng sized up Yang Jian. The young man was not old, looking to be under twenty. He was fairly good-looking, even a little handsome, but what was he wearing? His short-sleeved shirt was covered in filth and grime, and he exuded a sour stench, as if something had rotted away. Getting close to him made one feel nauseous.

What kind of mess would one have to get to reach that level?

What was wrong with Jiang Yan? How could she possibly fall for such a weirdo?

Does she have some strange fetish?

"Hello, I'm Qian Feng, Xiao Yan's college classmate. It's nice to meet you."

Qian Feng smiled and politely extended his hand.

Yang Jian looked up, put down the chicken leg in his hand, and extended his hand, saying, "Yang Jian."

Qian Feng looked at the greasy hand and felt a little disgusted. He frowned, unable to shake the hand.

"Rude."

Seeing that he didn't move, Yang Jian said something.

Qian Feng was so angry he almost vomited blood. He said, "You're the one who's being impolite! Your hands are so dirty, don't you know how to wash them?"

"Don't you know that disturbing someone's meal is already very impolite? Not to mention shaking hands with someone while they're eating, and you shouldn't be condescending when talking to someone; you should sit down. How many classes of modern etiquette did you take? Are you even a college graduate?"

Yang Jian looked at him and said.

"Uh..." Qian Feng was taken aback.

This kid is quite the smooth talker.

"Qian Feng, you should leave first, it's not very convenient here," Jiang Yan said.

Qian Feng smiled and said, "It's alright. It's just fate that we're here today. I'll chat with this friend."

"Yang Jian, would you mind asking what you do for a living and which company you work for?"

As he spoke, he sat down.

"Going to work? Going to work is impossible. I'll never go to work in my life. I'm just making a living by extortion. You seem pretty good at talking and have a thick skin. Want to work for me? I happen to need a salesperson. If you're willing, I'll give you 1% commission on each deal, but there's no guaranteed salary," Yang Jian.

"You're joking. I'm a college student, a cultured person. Why would I work for a hoodlum? And do you really think money earned through such means can support a decent life? If you don't mind, could you tell me your monthly income?" Qian Feng said.

Yang Jian, "I certainly can't tell you my exact income, but I can tell you definitively that all my current living expenses, including some luxury items, are earned by myself."

This kid has such a big confidence!

Qian Feng looked at Yang Jian with surprise and suspicion. The clothes he was wearing cost less than a hundred yuan in total. He was eating cheap fried chicken and looked dirty and smelly. There was a snakeskin bag next to him that he had picked up from somewhere, which contained what looked like cardboard boxes.

Apart from the golden baton tucked at his waist that looked to be worth a hundred or two hundred yuan, there was nothing about him that resembled a luxury item.

"You don't need to look at me with envy. As long as you work with me, I guarantee you can afford all these things too," Yang Jian.

Should I work for you?

Am I going to collect scraps with you?

Qian Feng laughed, his smile so wide he could hardly stop.

"I thought you were just a hoodlum, but I didn't expect you to be even worse than that—a ragpicker. What right do you have to be Xiaoyan's girlfriend, looking like a lump of mud? Leave her; you can't give her happiness. Don't cause her any more trouble."

Yang Jian tapped the table with the chicken leg bone he had just finished eating, and said in a deep voice, "Although you scolded me, I can forgive you this time. Also, don't misunderstand, I'm not her boyfriend. To be precise, she's my employee, I'm her boss. She's employed by me and is currently working for me."

"How could you say that? We're living together, how can you not be my boyfriend?" Jiang Yan said with a hint of resentment.

Qian Feng's eyes widened.

Are you kidding me?

You're going to pay someone for such a rare find?

Is this an act of charity?

"I'm just staying here temporarily; our relationship remains purely a monetary employer-employee relationship," Yang Jian.

Jiang Yan pouted. "We've been sleeping together for days now."

"That's because you couldn't beat me to a bed, and you didn't want to sleep on the floor," Yang Jian.

"I don't care, you have to take responsibility for me," Jiang Yan said.

"I'm only responsible for your safety, not your feelings, and that's only while you're working for me," Yang Jian.

Qian Feng was a little confused listening to their conversation. How did the topic veer off course? Weren't they just telling Yang Jian to leave Jiang Yan?

He needed to sort out his thoughts.

Now he suspects that Jiang Yan may have deliberately conspired with Yang Jian to trick him.

Just find anyone to act.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call. Please excuse me for a moment." At that moment, Qian Feng's phone rang, and he got up and left temporarily.

Thank you to Zhirou Qingren for the generous Alliance Leader.

Okay, I owe the two Alliance Leader an update.

I'll finish writing this at 5 AM today, first I'll return the second Alliance Leader, then I won't sleep until I've finished (time to grind again).