139 That is simply shameless

Chen Pi suddenly froze in place as if struck by lightning: Holy crap? Has Master Li actually learned how to enjoy life?

That was a VIP membership card he had just recharged! He hadn't even tried out the "Victoria" option yet!

"Pipi, what are you looking at?"

"Am I not allowed to look at my own phone? Should I file a report every time I go take a piss, too?"

"I'm sorry, Pipi, I..."

"I'm not eating anymore!"

Chen Pi stood up abruptly, tossed his disposable chopsticks onto the table, and strode away with casual flair.

The boyfriends among the surrounding young couples looked at him with newfound respect!

Such a cool uncle~~

Chen Pi pulled out an electronic cigarette—not the Relx Generation V—clenched it between his teeth, and took a deep drag. Glancing at the envious gazes of the young men, he couldn't help sighing inwardly: Don't envy uncle; uncle used to be way more pathetic at simping than you guys ever were...

Ninety-five percent of the employees in the "Creative Capabilities" department were quite relaxed, mostly because the boss was still working overtime!

The next day, when Boss Li brought out the newly adjusted set design, the entire staff stood up in unison!

For a salary like this, they felt almost guilty taking it.

"No way, why did President Li hire us in the background anyway?"

"President Chen said our primary mission here is to suck up to President Li, and whenever we have nothing to do, we should hype him up on Weibo. Nobody expects any actual work from us; President Li is the boss and our master!"

"The level of badassery Master Li possesses is something I can only look up to for the rest of my life."

"Speaking of which, Wang Shiyin is basically part of our company now, right?"

"What? You want an autograph or something?"

"What are you even talking about? I just meant whether Master Li could arrange for us to have a meal or a handshake with the 'Goddess Wang', so we can fulfill our lifelong dreams."

"That's your dream?"

"I wouldn't wash my hand for a month!"

"..."

Meanwhile, Ji Shengnan had finished her recording sessions and had already transferred this month's salaries to Jing Wanhui and Jin Momo, complete with a five-thousand-yuan raise.

As soon as Jin Momo got the money, she went out and bought a mountain of snacks, cramming the freezer with eight different flavors of large-tub ice cream. The moment she got off work, she started binge-watching television dramas. Currently, she was hooked on *Doomsday Guardian*, though she was three episodes behind.

The high-octane action, the intense fight scenes, and the explosions were just too exhilarating.

"Momo, didn't you say you don't like the young master-in-law?"

"What young master-in-law! They haven't even held a wedding banquet, so it doesn't count as being married, and he's definitely not the master-in-law!"

Snatching up a spoon, Jin Momo straddled the sofa and bared her teeth at Jing Wanhui. A dollop of creamy ice cream slipped from the corner of her mouth, plopping onto her stretch-cotton T-shirt and making her shiver.

With a soft hrumph, she sat down cross-legged, her cotton lounge shorts hugging the flesh of her thighs so tightly that the hems dug right into her skin when she sank into the cushions.

"Sister Wanhui."

"What is it now?"

"Peh!"

Placing her tub of ice cream on the coffee table, Jin Momo bounced back up to her feet, her twin peaks jiggling like water-filled balloons.

She wasn't very tall, incomparable to women like Ji Shengnan or Jing Wanhui who stood well over a meter seventy, so at a glance, it looked as though three spheres were bouncing around.

"I wanted to ask, isn't this *Doomsday Guardian* making a ton of money?"

"Duh. The young master-in-law's *Masked Gourd Hero* series is already on its sixth installment. Anyone wanting to make a cameo has to pay him a hefty 'sponsorship fee' first, and make a donation to the 'Gourd Hero Charity Fund'. Without at least ten million, you aren't even qualified to sit down and talk. And this isn't money laundering; it's pure cash receipts."

At this, Jing Wanhui couldn't help sighing, "I thought the eldest miss would starve to death after her family cut off her funding. Never expected her to turn around and sell herself for such a handsome price."

"Sister isn't selling herself!"

"Go tell that to Second Granny and the rest of the family, not to mention First Master and Second Master."

"..."

Jin Momo crossed her arms in a huff, flopped back down onto the sofa, and stared fixedly at the television for a long while before saying with an envious expression, "It must be nice to make so much money. I wish I could make that much too."

"What would you even do with that much money?"

"Buy my freedom back, duh."

"Nutcase."

Rolling her eyes, Jing Wanhui couldn't be bothered to argue with Jin Momo any further. Talk about buying back freedom—in the world of elite aristocratic families, walking away was never as simple as wanting to come and go as you pleased.

Without powerful backing, talking about the law was just pure fantasy.

Anyway, Jing Wanhui actually thought the eldest miss's current arrangement was pretty great.

After cutting up some fruit, she carried it into the bedroom. The moment she stepped inside, she caught sight of her eldest miss hoisted up in mid-air, looking just like Superwoman.

Except Superwoman was practically about to be flown away.

Acting as if she saw nothing, she neatly placed the fruit platter down, skillfully scooped up some ruined clothing from the floor, and gathered the pile of dirty laundry in her arms to leave.

Even ruined clothes had to be washed before being thrown away.

Holding Li Jie's discarded black T-shirt, Jing Wanhui felt her entire body trembling. She quietly slid the bathroom door shut, opened the washing machine, and pressed the start button. The sound of water rushing into the inlet filled the room.

However, not all the dirty clothes went tumbling inside. She kept Li Jie's black T-shirt, gripping it tightly in her hands before sitting down on the toilet lid, her face flushed red as she finally pulled the inner sliding door shut as well.

Huff... puff...

Please!
My happy beans.

I'm sorry!
My brain.

Ding-dong!
The drum washing machine... has started!

To think that she, the personal bodyguard of the eldest miss, was secretly coveting the eldest miss's husband!

How utterly shameless!

She had just been using the new master-in-law to tease Jin Momo earlier, purely to mask her own true feelings!