Chen Youzi: "???"

Was her own sister really trying to give her a heart attack?

Chen Tangtang: "Just kidding! Your brother probably likes caring, nurturing girls. So Youzi, step up your game—but don’t worry, I’ve got your back."

Chen Tangtang made the promise, tilting her head in thought. No concrete plan came to mind… but spending more time with Zhou You should work, right?

On one hand, being around Zhou You always made her happy—she loved that feeling. On the other, it’d help create chances for Chen Youzi.

Win-win. *Chen Tangtang, you’re so clever,* she mused inwardly.

"I should get going." Zhou You had already wasted too much time. He needed to find Sister Hua ASAP.

"Can I… secretly follow you?"

"…"

"Why ask that?"

"Because if you don’t like it, I won’t."

Who asks permission before following someone?

Zhou You was speechless—but answered seriously anyway.

"Even if you followed me secretly, I wouldn’t be angry… but please don’t."

"Oh?!" Chen Tangtang’s eyes widened. She’d asked this before; others just brushed her off with "Don’t be silly" or "Stop joking." Only Zhou You replied earnestly.

"Hehehe~~" She giggled mischievously.

Being with Little Brother Zhou really was fun.

"If only I could keep my little idol by my side forever."

"?"

"Big Sister will spoil you rotten."

"??"

Hearing Chen Tangtang’s increasingly odd remarks—and with real business waiting—Zhou You just wanted to escape.

"I can show you around Hangzhou another time, Sister Bing."

"No need," Chen Tangtang shook her head gently. "I’m not here sightseeing. Besides… having you with me is enough."

She leaned closer. A sweet breeze trailed her; a few strands of hair brushed his nose.

"You’re enjoying this too, right? Or… don’t you like me clinging?"

"I don’t dislike it." A matter-of-fact reply.

Chen Tangtang was beautiful and wealthy. Her willingly clinging to him undeniably stirred deep satisfaction.

His male vanity felt thoroughly validated.

"Hehehe, I knew it!" Chen Tangtang lunged playfully. Zhou You dodged hastily and bolted.

She watched him vanish, smile unwavering, not chasing.

Joy should be savored slowly. Gulping it down like Zhu Bajie swallowing the ginseng fruit whole? That’d leave only regret.

"Time to follow secretly." Zhou You said he wouldn’t mind—of course she’d peek.

Even if she stumbled on something intimate? She’d compensate him one-to-one. No problem.

Chen Tangtang straightened her posture, confidence swelling. In feminine charm? She outshone 99.99% of women.

…

Following Yun Mingyue’s pin, Zhou You found her new foot massage parlor and texted: *Here.*

While waiting, he scanned the entrance: flower baskets, a recruitment notice.

It listed many points—but boiled down to one: exceptional beauty. Not just "pretty."

"What a weird requirement," Zhou You murmured, baffled. Sister Hua’s shops were always eccentric.

Still, perks were solid: high pay, only 6 PM to 10 PM shifts. Perfect for girls needing part-time cash.

Inside, a tiny bridge arched over a trickling stream—gentle elegance. Girls in qipaos stood nearby, animal ears adorning their heads.

Honestly? Any guy with half a chance would want to step in.

Too bad men weren’t welcome… which somehow made it *more* tempting.

"Is Sister Hua using scarcity marketing?" Zhou You wondered.

A rabbit-eared girl emerged, glanced around, and stopped before him. "You must be Zhou You. Follow me—the manager’s waiting."

Inside, staff watched foot massage tutorials. Noticing his stunned look, the rabbit-eared girl glanced back.

"Many of us are new to this," she explained. "But the manager found a teacher. We’ll open soon."

Zhou You blinked twice. Before he processed it, she halted outside a room styled like an ancient chamber.

She gestured slightly. "Manager’s inside. She wants to… personally test your skills."

"…"

He pushed the door open. Hazy mist brushed his face. The door clicked shut behind him.

*Click…*

His heart jumped. Panic flickered.

"Stay calm. I’m not the one at risk," he muttered. Even if Sister Hua got frisky… he’d be fine.

Breathing easier, he walked down a narrow corridor. The space opened up.

An incense burner curled pale smoke. A sandalwood phoenix-carved canopy bed stood in the corner. Gauze curtains hid the interior—only a faint silhouette visible.

Yun Mingyue’s voice drifted through: "Come here."

Zhou You swallowed hard and stepped closer. A flawless jade-white foot lifted, parting the curtain. Her toe pressed gently under his chin.

A delicate floral scent wove through the air, seeping into his breath, his skin.

"Sister Hua."

"Want to touch it?"

"…"

Saying "no" would be a lie. But Sister Hua was a fox spirit with profound cultivation—you couldn’t just play along.

Before he could reply, she spoke again.

"No answer? I’ll take that as ‘no’." She bent her knee, hair sweeping back as she sprang up like a coiled spring, leaning against him.

Spotting faint regret on his face, she smiled. One slender, porcelain-white finger traced her lips, then—stained with crimson—trailed up his cheek to dot his lips.

"Tell Sister… is it sweet?"