An hour later.

Lu Chengzhou finished Lin Chen’s homework.

Lin Chen flipped through it casually and gave a slightly satisfied smile.

He really disliked English. Without Uncle Wang keeping an eye on him, he wouldn’t have touched the assignment at all.

Now, Lu Chengzhou’s arrival had left him genuinely pleased.

Good mood meant generous pay.

Holding the two hundred yuan tip from the young master, Lu Chengzhou felt pretty good too.

Lin Chen walked him to the bedroom door and reminded him to come on time tomorrow.

“Sure, I’ll be here on time.”

Lu Chengzhou headed downstairs.

Old butler Uncle Wang was already waiting.

The moment he saw Lu Chengzhou, he began asking about Lin Chen’s progress.

Lu Chengzhou delivered a smooth, vague report—leaving the old butler utterly bewildered.

He didn’t understand a word, yet somehow felt deeply impressed.

“No wonder you’re Teacher Lu. Please continue guiding our young master.”

To show gratitude, Uncle Wang even drove him to the next employer’s home—

the Meng residence.

Before parting, he repeatedly reminded him:

“Teacher Lu, be on time tomorrow too!”

“Got it.”

Feeling the cash in his pocket, Lu Chengzhou mused, *Huh… making money’s not so hard?*

Lin Chen seemed arrogant and overbearing, but once handled right, he was actually manageable.

The real challenge was Meng Wanyu.

This woman had way too many tricks up her sleeve.

Lu Chengzhou took a deep breath, silently repeating *Stay calm. Stay composed* before pressing the doorbell.

Half a minute later, the door opened.

To his surprise, it wasn’t Meng Wanyu—but a striking woman whose face resembled hers, yet with a noticeably more ample bust.

Her style was bolder, more alluring.

A black spaghetti-strap top paired with deep blue hot pants left little to the imagination.

A black rose tattoo curled around her ankle—mysterious, with a hint of danger.

“Who are you…?”

She raised an eyebrow.

Then recognition dawned.

“Oh. You’re Lu Chengzhou.”

*Am I really that famous?* Lu Chengzhou wondered as he stepped inside.

Meng Wanyu had just exited the bathroom.

Spotting her sister beside Lu Chengzhou, she huffed.

“Jiejie, you should go. I’ve got things to do tonight.”

This captivating beauty was none other than Meng Wanyu’s older sister, Meng Jingting.

Meng Jingting arched a brow, eyes glinting knowingly.

“What ‘things’? A date with your tutor?”

“Shoo! It’s studying, not a date!”

Meng Wanyu swiftly shooed her sister away and turned to Lu Chengzhou.

*Hmph. This idiot Lu Chengzhou.*

A woman’s intuition was sharp.

His gaze had lingered *just* a little too long on her sister.

*Hmph!*

So what if Jiejie dressed sexier today?

She glanced down at her own outfit—giraffe-patterned pajamas. Cute, yes… but zero sex appeal.

Her assets? Completely hidden.

Lu Chengzhou cleared his throat lightly, sat on the sofa, and pulled out textbooks and a pencil case without prompting.

“Teacher Lu, I have a question.”

Meng Wanyu sat opposite him, crossed her legs, chin propped in her hand, watching him.

Lu Chengzhou kept his eyes fixed on the homework.

“Do you think a girl’s sexiness matters more… or cuteness?”

*Click—*

The pencil lead snapped in his hand.

He looked up.

*Why this question again?*

A clueless straight guy with zero dating experience couldn’t possibly grasp the storm in her heart.

“Cuteness.”

“You’re sure?”

“Mm.”

He wasn’t bluffing.

He genuinely preferred cute girls.

Overly sexy ones made him feel… out of control.

Though…

If a girl could be both cute *and* sexy? He wouldn’t complain.

He had no idea his offhand answer made Meng Wanyu’s mood soar.

*This idiot actually gave a decent answer.*

“I *knew* it! Cuteness wins.”

She tucked a stray strand behind her ear, retied her hair, and pulled out the day’s test paper.

“Alright! Let’s study.”

…

This time, Lu Chengzhou kept glancing at the clock—determined to leave before the last bus departed.

Time’s up.

He stood and packed his bag.

Meng Wanyu bit her pen cap, watching him with pleading eyes.

“Teacher Lu… you’re leaving?”

“It’s late. I should go.”

As he passed, she reached out and tugged his sleeve.

“But… I haven’t finished my homework?” Her voice dripped with faux innocence.

“Hmm…”

Lu Chengzhou glanced at the paper.

*Well, I’ll be.*

He tracked time—so did Miss Meng.

She’d deliberately saved the two hardest problems.

Trying to eat up his bus-buffer time.

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.

No one escaped her trap.

Not even Lu Chengzhou.

Even seeing through her scheme, he’d stay—he’d promised to ensure her homework was done.

“Miss Meng, may I have the paper?”

He took it, crouched down, and wrote furiously.

Ten minutes later—both problems solved.

The last one? Two distinct solution methods.

The moment he set the pen down, Meng Wanyu froze.

*That fast?*

*No hesitation at all?!*

“Done. Review them tonight if you’re free.”

He placed the paper gently in her lap.

Meng Wanyu opened her mouth—words stuck.

This seemingly easygoing Lu Chengzhou… solving problems like a math god descended.

Who could resist that ten-minute aura?

“Mmm…”

She bit her lip.

A blush crept across her cheeks.

*Oops… he totally got me.*