[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp":3,"chapter-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-118":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Get Stronger Every Payday—With One Billion Employees!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264331,4419,"Chapter 118: Seducing Meng Jie: Chen Yansen","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-118",118,"\u003Cp>“What are you doing standing here? Don’t you have a key?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen walked forward and teased with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to his enhanced sense of smell, he easily detected that Meng Jie had sprayed perfume—light jasmine fragrance filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over her; in the dim light, he saw a pair of slender legs wrapped in white silk stockings—her outfit and makeup clearly took effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s cooler outside,” Meng Jie wanted to say she’d waited for him Teyi , but the words turned into a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s cooler inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ruffled her hair, pulled out his key, unlocked the door, and led Meng Jie into the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s beer and braised snacks in the fridge—want some?” Chen Yansen set down his books, plopped onto the sofa, and pointed at the fridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re learning Java?” Meng Jie glanced at the stack of books in his arms, flipped through them idly, and asked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s right. Even bosses need to understand tech, or you’ll get fooled by your subordinates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Chen Yansen switched tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, so that’s why you haven’t come to see me lately,” Meng Jie smiled faintly, hands behind her back, her face glowing with a bright grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her sitting there lost in thought, Chen Yansen shook his head with a chuckle, got up, took some braised snacks and two beers from the fridge, and placed them on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen popped the tab, took a sip, and looked at Meng Jie: “You dressed up so nicely just to come here and zone out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Meng Jie snapped back to reality, meeting Chen Yansen’s half-smiling gaze—it always made her feel exposed—and her cheeks flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow! Duck wings and duck necks too? Hiding good food from me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie picked up a beer, sat beside the coffee table, and chatted face-to-face with Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t I give you a key? You just never came.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen laughed in rebuttal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie fell silent. She’d come once after getting the key—but stepping into the bedroom, Chen Yansen’s intentions became obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Chen Yansen never pressured her; otherwise, she’d have been “captured” long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheers!” Not knowing how to respond, Meng Jie picked up her beer and clinked it against his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The stockings look nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took a sip of beer, his hand gently stroking Meng Jie’s calf like kneading a doll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie’s face turned bright red; she tried to pull back, but the coffee table was right behind her—nowhere to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Chen Yansen’s face draw closer, remembering tonight’s purpose, Meng Jie suddenly set down her beer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a bad habit. Needs fixing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen blocked her lightly, teasing softly, then kissed her rosy lips before she could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie’s figure wasn’t voluptuous, but every curve was in place—delicate and well-proportioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two beers, each only sipped once, were tossed aside on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the living room to the bathroom, then to the bedroom, Chen Yansen carried Meng Jie the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, her weight—under ninety pounds—was as light as a giant doll, giving him more room to maneuver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an experienced locksmith, Chen Yansen knew lock-picking inside out; with his skill, he opened a brand-new lock in pitch darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All night, the sound of a baby crying echoed repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly teacher living in Unit 4 wondered: this little cat was unusually restless—she kept making noise until one a.m., when it finally quieted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Birdsong and cicadas outside the window woke Chen Yansen from his dream; he slowly opened his eyes, feeling a touch of resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having too good hearing wasn’t all good—every tiny sound within twenty meters was crystal clear to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even earplugs didn’t help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie lay on his chest, bare-shouldered, breathing steadily, fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen reached under the covers, groping; soon, Meng Jie’s breathing pattern changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard that when someone’s asleep, if you lift their hand, it won’t fall back down—I’ll test it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled his right hand back and said it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not stupid,” Meng Jie said, dropping the act, opening her eyes, and staring straight at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you staring at? Never seen someone this handsome before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hugged her, grinning mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, my roommates all say I eat well,” Meng Jie giggled, unashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shuowan , she propped herself up on her elbow, completely unaware that her upper body was now fully exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had great stamina and recovered quickly—it was morning, his peak energy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop it!” Meng Jie was utterly drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was annoyed, about to sit up, when he heard loud knocking at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it?” Meng Jie tensed, whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How would I know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, slipped on slippers, and walked to the living room, shouting: “Who is it? It’s morning—can’t you let people sleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mood was sour—his morning workout had been interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Chen, it’s me! Uncle Chen came to see you.” Wang Zihao called from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle Chen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Chen Guobin show up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time he drank with the old man, Chen Yansen had complained: other fathers visited their kids at school during holidays, but Chen Guobin had never once come to Xucheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had been joking—but now Chen Guobin had actually come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a minute!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rushed back to the bedroom, picked up his clothes from the floor, quickly dressed, and told Meng Jie: “My dad’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie panicked—first diving under the covers, then popping her head up two seconds later: “What do I do? Should I hide?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. I’ll close the bedroom door. You stay here—I’ll take Old Chen to the Innovation Park.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving his instructions, Chen Yansen walked to the living room and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Chen, it’s already nine—still asleep?” Wang Zihao said casually, stepping inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me yesterday’s Toufang  data—I need it urgently,” Chen Yansen blocked him, making up an excuse to get him out first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday’s? Only a few hours passed—what value could it have?” Wang Zihao looked confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just go get it!” Chen Yansen waved him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll head to the Innovation Park. Uncle Chen, let’s eat off-campus at noon—I’ll reserve a private room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao didn’t press further, cheerfully addressing Chen Guobin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, Zihao, go ahead. Uncle Chen will treat you to lunch.” Chen Guobin smiled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao waved goodbye and headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you hiding in here? Why did you have to send Zihao away?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin stepped into the living room, eyeing it suspiciously—the bedroom door was tightly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, think you’re Sherlock Holmes? What could I possibly be hiding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen denied it outright—he wasn’t afraid of Chen Guobin, just didn’t want to hear his lectures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Chen Guobin gave him a thorough look, then moved toward the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen quickly blocked him, raising an eyebrow with a grin: “Old Chen, the living room’s your place. The bedroom’s my private space.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m your father!” Chen Guobin grew impatient, fearing his son was going bad—Chen Yansen’s resistance only deepened his suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My girlfriend’s in there,” Chen Yansen admitted, seeing Old Chen was determined to push in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girlfriend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin instantly lost his steam, slumped onto the sofa, pointed at Chen Yansen, nearly raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he thought: at Chen Yansen’s age, he’d been almost engaged—his anger faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it Meng Jie?” Chen Guobin whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who else?” Chen Yansen took a bottle of mineral water from beside the cabinet and handed it to his father, complaining: “You could’ve called before showing up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Didn’t you say yourself that a good father gives his kid a surprise? I’m just following your advice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin glanced at the bedroom door, knowing Meng Jie was inside, muttering to himself: “Huizhen, your son’s grown up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a scare, not a surprise,” Chen Yansen grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll go find Zihao at the Innovation Park. You two get up early, we’ll eat lunch together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin couldn’t sit still—he gave his instructions and hurried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know the way?” Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s one straight road—how could I get lost?” Chen Guobin waved him off, vanishing in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled, shut the door, returned to the bedroom, and pounced on the bed where Meng Jie lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they got dressed, it was nearly eleven—Wang Zihao had already called a second time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen and Meng Jie finally headed downstairs, heading off-campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Chen…” Meng Jie hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—Old Chen’s tight-lipped. He won’t say a word.” Chen Yansen reassured her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good.” Meng Jie’s face was still flushed; she’d been cornered at the door by Chen Yansen’s father and was thoroughly frightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll send him back tonight.” Chen Yansen looked disgusted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so filial.” Meng Jie covered her mouth with a light laugh; she’d heard Chen Yansen say that the two of them always called each other by their given names, with no formality at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three minutes later, the two got out of the car and walked into the restaurant’s private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, Uncle Chen.” Meng Jie greeted him politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must be Miss Meng. I’ve seen you before—girls change so much in a few years, you’ve become even more beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin was very pleased with Meng Jie and praised her without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie wore colored contact lenses instead of glasses; her features were delicate and refined, and sitting beside Chen Yansen, she looked sweetly dependent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was completely unlike the tomboy Chen Guobin remembered—the one who used to chase boys around, dragging chairs by the legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao sat to Chen Guobin’s right, acting as warmly as if he were Chen Guobin’s own son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they ate and chatted, the meal lasted over three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the bill was paid, Chen Guobin hadn’t even stood up when Wang Zihao beat him to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little rascal!” Chen Guobin was slightly annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Chen, every time Senior Sen has dinner with my dad, my dad pays. This time, let me treat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao grinned, speaking with polished charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin didn’t insist further; he nodded in satisfaction. That morning, he’d visited the startup park and seen over two hundred employees—all of Chen Yansen’s people—giving him real proof that his son had truly matured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen…” Chen Yansen was about to urge his father to go home, but Chen Guobin spoke first: “Last week, I bought your mother a bigger apartment. Don’t worry about family matters—I’m leaving this afternoon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So soon?” Chen Yansen blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin said nothing, pulled him aside, secretly pulled out a small object the size of a cigarette pack, and shoved it into his pocket. He spoke solemnly: “You’re young, still in college—you need to take precautions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled it out and saw the bright packaging clearly marked “Jieshibang.” He thought for a moment, then handed it back to his father: “I don’t need this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’ll break your legs? You’re using it!” Chen Guobin scowled and shoved it back into Chen Yansen’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean this brand is too low-end—I usually use better ones.” Chen Yansen spoke seriously, then added: “Keep this box for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who am I supposed to use it with?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin nearly swore. Helplessly, he slipped the item back into his pocket and took a taxi to the bus station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d come just to see his son—and left right after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1931,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bbb937e4198a65ef9be20d59ed787cba5b3f99681d5c86b8abd4ed23421dcf91","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-119","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-117",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]