Chapter 119: Come Here, Little Demoness

After pondering for a moment, Yu Youwei continued typing: "Is there anything you need help with? Those two new clothing items seem to be selling quite well; I can continue being customer service, or help with packing or something similar."

Shen Yan said that odd-job workers could be hired for a little money, and that she should just focus on her studies. Yu Youwei said again that she could help promote them; with so many girls at school, the market should be huge.

"No, no, don't spread the word; it's better to keep a low profile," Shen Yan hurriedly stopped her.

During his student days, Shen Yan hoped his relationships with classmates would remain pure, because too large a gap would be like an invisible barrier, isolating Shen Yan from the others.

It wasn't that Shen Yan cared about his classmates' opinions, he just hoped to live his days more comfortably and at ease.

Only then did Yu Youwei give up: "Alright then! If you need help, you must tell me; I will always support you (smiley face)."

"Mm!"

Switching windows, Wu Yue'er's message came into view.

"Big Boss, the online shop business is so good, when are you going to take me out for some good food and drink?"

Shen Yan: "Perfume and chili peppers are in good supply!"

In the next-door bedroom, Wu Yue'er was lying on the bed with disheveled hair, propping herself up on her elbows. Seeing this message, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Then send them over; I won't complain about having too much."

Shen Yan: "Wait for it, I'll ship a truckload tomorrow; if you can't eat it, I'll stuff it into your mouth."

Wu Yue'er: "Roar! Do you even know what it means to cherish the fair sex (angry)?"

The two chatted aimlessly, and then Shen Yan said he was going to take a shower and go to bed, and they would talk later. Wu Yue'er was still not quite satisfied, saying that since it was Saturday tomorrow and there were no classes, why sleep? Let's get up and party.

"You party! Being a boss isn't that easy."

After sending the message, Shen Yan walked happily into the bathroom next to the guest bedroom.

Building 8, Dorm 115.

Lin Yang was wearing a dark blue pure cotton jacket, sitting on a computer chair, his mouse and keyboard clicking away—he was clearly immersed in Summoner's Rift and unable to pull himself away.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho!"

Zhu Baoping was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black shorts, his palms pressed against the floor as he did push-ups with great effort.

Until his arms couldn't support him anymore, he switched to lying down, continuing to extend his arms and bend his knees to work out his abdominal muscles. The reason he trained so hard was just to keep up with Shen Yan; with eight-pack abs and a "dog-waist," he wouldn't have to worry about not being liked by girls.

As for the other two who lacked presence, they aren't worth mentioning.

At this moment, Tang Song walked in, beaming with joy, humming that song he used to confess to Yuan Mingqing, "Love Is Simple."

"Forgot how it started, perhaps it was just towards you..."

Seeing this, Zhu Baoping raised his eyebrows, clicked his tongue twice, and said: "Coming back from a date with a girl so late, and still acting so flirtatious, hmm..."

That expression, that tone—it was indescribably sleazy.

Tang Song walked past him as if nothing had happened, saying he had too much free time on his hands and should go find a girl if he couldn't handle it. Zhu Baoping chuckled and asked again: "Tang, Yuan Mingqing is roommates with Wu Yue'er, do you know how much her appearance fee is for part-time modeling?"

Besides women, what Zhu Baoping was most interested in was money. Hearing that the External Liaison Department was the most lucrative place in the entire Student Union, he went for an interview without a second thought, and the result was very pleasing—he was hired on the spot.

At first, he had been happily fantasizing about making big money and being surrounded by women in college, especially the Xiao Chuchu he was always thinking about, serving him tea and water like a maid, waiting on him wholeheartedly.

However, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

It wasn't until he actually entered the External Liaison Department that he realized how deep the water ran.

The External Liaison Department was mainly responsible for soliciting sponsorships for school activities and taking on various merchant advertisements, such as driving schools or educational institutions; it was actually equivalent to an intermediary, and the kickbacks were indeed very substantial.

Naturally, the director couldn't do the work personally, so he sent out greenhorns like Zhu Baoping who didn't know anything. He did all the dirty and tiring work, but the rewards were few and far between.

The director of the External Liaison Department had a heart as black as smoked charcoal, stuffing large amounts of money into his own pocket, only occasionally splitting a little bit of money when his conscience pricked him—it was equivalent to getting something for nothing.

More than half a month had passed; not only had his study time been significantly occupied, but the money he earned wasn't even four hundred yuan. After buying some snacks for Xiao Chuchu, there was almost nothing left.

However, things had reached this point, and he had no way back. Working while studying was a necessary path; he wasn't afraid of hardship, he was just afraid of working in vain.

At least the director of the External Liaison Department wasn't so heartless as to not even give him a sip of soup; he would just keep working for now.

Now, hearing that Wu Yue'er was a part-time model, with that devilish figure and angelic face, she was undoubtedly among the top-tier models—how much money must she make for a single appearance?

Just thinking about it made him drool.

Hearing this, Lin Yang stopped playing his game and turned his head to look at Tang Song.

Tang Song sat on the bed, taking off his shoes while saying: "Xiao Qing hasn't heard of this either; if you want to know, it's better to just ask the person herself."

"I wouldn't dare!" Zhu Baoping shook his head like a rattle-drum.

With Wu Yue'er's fiery temper, what if she started berating him directly and left him unable to get off the stage? He wouldn't even have a place to reason with her.

He felt that Shen Yan might know a thing or two.

"It's no use asking Shen; I was just with him," Tang Song stopped his movement.

Lin Yang was puzzled—wasn't Tang Song out on a date? How did he end up with Shen Yan?

Tang Song briefly mentioned the movie theater, just omitting the kissing part.

"Sigh! Shen is still the one living the best life; his girlfriend is gentle and obedient, and she's as beautiful as a flower—the legendary Xi Shi probably wasn't much better than this—and he can drive around everywhere... I'm so envious I could die."

The envy on Lin Yang's face was undisguised; he even suspected that Shen Yan had already "eaten the meat," living unrestrained outside, singing and dancing every night.

Tang Song smiled and said nothing.

Wasn't that obvious?

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse; the weary birds returned to their nests.

When Shen Yan returned to the master bedroom after his shower, Hao Anqi was still in the bathroom, the hairdryer humming incessantly. Shen Yan took out some cologne to spray, then popped a lollipop into his mouth and leaned against the bed to play on his phone.

Five minutes later, Hao Anqi pushed the door open and poked a little head through the crack. Perhaps it was a bit stuffy in the bathroom, as her pretty face had turned flushed, like a lotus flower emerging from the water.

Seeing Shen Yan leaning against the bed, staring fixedly in this direction, Hao Anqi's heart pounded wildly again. She immediately tightened her wrapped bathrobe and slowly stepped out.

Shen Yan chuckled, lifted the quilt, patted the empty space beside him, and said: "Come here, little demoness, this monk has already warmed the bed for you."

Hao Anqi burst into laughter, "This is the first time I've heard of Tang Seng taking the initiative to warm the bed for a demoness."