"Oops, sis!"

Meng Wanyu, seeing she couldn’t hide it anymore, pouted and played along.

"I rarely take such an interest in someone. Just let me be, okay?"

Her older sister shook her head helplessly.

Managing this little sister was no easy task.

Even their parents couldn’t control her—what could an older sister do?

Might as well let her have her fun.

Only after she’d had her fill would she willingly return to Jingzhou to take over the family business.

Relieved that her sister wouldn’t interfere further, Meng Wanyu quietly exhaled.

*Time to keep flirting with my clueless, unromantic Teacher Lu!*

…

By now, Lu Chengzhou was already home.

He climbed the stairs, kicked off his shoes, changed clothes, and flopped onto the sofa.

Thanks to the system-boosted skills, school assignments looked like kindergarten-level puzzles to him—solved in a glance.

While others needed a whole evening, he’d wrap it up in an hour.

Tomorrow’s Lin family banquet mattered far more.

He rummaged through his wardrobe and—surprisingly—found a decent, low-key outfit.

*This’ll do.*

After ordering takeout as usual, he washed and hung his dirty clothes while waiting.

Life for a man living alone was this simple.

Lu Chengzhou never aimed to get rich or chase fame here. Just quiet, steady days.

Knowing the plot’s direction made it easy.

Mid-bite of takeout, scrolling his phone, a message popped up—from Floral Beauty.

*What on earth does she see in me?* he wondered. *Could it really be just that bouquet?*

Floral Beauty: *Last time, you set the rules. My turn now.*

Lu Chengzhou: *I never agreed to play.*

Floral Beauty: *I’ve got a college entrance math paper—160 max. Score 140+, and I’ll send a private photo. Deal?*

Lu Chengzhou: *Not interested.*

Floral Beauty: *Are you even a man?! How can you ignore a cute girl’s private photo?!*

"Heh." Lu Chengzhou actually chuckled. *She really has no clue about her own looks.*

Floral Beauty: *Okay, fine—just my figure. Admit it’s hot, right?*

Lu Chengzhou: *Can’t argue with that.*

Floral Beauty: *So… interested now? (｡•ᴗ•｡)♡*

Lu Chengzhou: *Still not interested.*

He was dead set on killing the chat.

Silence followed. Moments later, her profile turned gray.

After finishing dinner, another message arrived—from Meng Wanyu.

A photo of slender legs in white thigh-high stockings.

Lu Chengzhou froze, then quickly closed it.

*Why do girls these days send stuff like this?* His face warmed instantly.

Meng Wanyu: *Well? Cute?*

Lu Chengzhou: *…*

Meng Wanyu: *Answer me.*

He sighed and typed: *Nice.*

Meng Wanyu: *Good. Tomorrow, bring me breakfast—soy milk and youtiao from this shop.*

She sent a link.

Lu Chengzhou: *Young miss, that place has insane lines! And it’s way too far from campus!*

Meng Wanyu: *I don’t care. No breakfast = consequences.*

This time, *he* fell silent.

*Is she punishing me?* But they’d parted on such a happy note… Had he offended her?

Still—maybe the kiss’s afterglow, or that leg photo—bringing breakfast didn’t feel so bad.

Just… waking early and biking ten minutes? Ugh.

"*Sigh… there goes my lie-in tomorrow.*"

…

"Hmph. That idiot Lu Chengzhou—refused the toast, drank the penalty wine."

Yes, she *was* punishing him.

Imagining his helpless compliance lifted her mood.

But then… *Am I just bullying him with my status? Even if he obeys, it’s not for me—it’s for my name.*

Her cheer dimmed.

*Girls’ hearts really are weird and twisted.*

Logging back into Floral Beauty’s account, she traced Lu Chengzhou’s name—the only contact—and sighed.

*A new angle…*

*Meng Wanyu can play villain or hero.*

To him, Floral Beauty and Meng Wanyu were two different people.

With "Meng Wanyu," he stayed guarded. But with "Floral Beauty"? Maybe not.

She could use this identity to create alone time… uncover the real him.

*"Tomorrow, I’ll ‘accidentally’ bump into him."*

…Then wake early. Do the "disguise" makeup.

Staring at her vanity, planning outfits and makeup, she groaned inwardly.

*If I hadn’t made him bring breakfast, I could’ve slept in!*

She smiled wryly.

*Yep. Chasing someone really tanks your IQ.*

…

Morning arrived, alarms blaring.

Lu Chengzhou headed downstairs, turned the corner—

—and spotted Floral Beauty emerging from another hallway.

"Oh? What a coincidence," she greeted brightly.

*(She’d waited thirty minutes. But she played it perfectly.)*

Meng Wanyu had never felt more like an actress.

Lu Chengzhou nodded politely, no suspicion.

"Know where this shop is?" She held up a flyer. "I need to meet someone important there."

The address? Exactly where *he* was headed for breakfast.

No red flags.

After all—how could this plain-looking girl possibly be the stunning Miss Meng Wanyu?

Lu Chengzhou scanned a bike.

"I’m going there too. Ride together?"