Chapter 11: Whatever You Wish to Eat, I’ll Make It for You

Zheng Qian hurried to the bathroom.

“Your clothes are outside,” came the voice.

“Okay.”

Zheng Qian quickly rinsed off and wrapped himself in a towel as he stepped out.

In the living room, Jin Lu was tidying up the blanket on the sofa.

“Oh, you’re out already? That fast?” Jin Lu was surprised at Zheng Qian’s speed.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you make the bed. You’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“???”

“I’m sleeping in the guest room?”

“Where else would you want to sleep?”

“No way, I want the master bedroom.”

“Then you take the master bedroom, and I’ll sleep in the guest room. Is that okay?”

“Is that really the point?” Zheng Qian hesitated to say aloud.

“The main thing is, this house is too big. I don’t feel safe sleeping alone... I’m scared of the dark,” Jin Lu confessed.

“What if there’s a ghost in the middle of the night and I get scared?”

“You know, big houses like this are especially prone to hauntings. I even had a nightmare last night, dreaming about...” Jin Lu burst into a laugh.

“Alright, alright, no more acting... You go upstairs first, your room is on the second floor.”

“I’ll tidy up and come over.”

Zheng Qian kept a calm front but inwardly was bursting with joy, bounding up the stairs eagerly.

Entering Jin Lu’s room on the second floor, a pleasant fragrance greeted him.

The room was exquisitely decorated and immaculately neat—no trash even in the bin.

Unlike some girls who look glamorous and polished on the outside but live in utter messes, their rooms resembling pigsties and rarely cleaned even once a month.

Yes, he was thinking of his ex-girlfriend, Yao Manman.

He did the laundry, cooked the meals, earned the money, and cleaned the house.

Suddenly, Zheng Qian realized: for the past three years, had he been supporting a queen?

Unable to wait, he spread out the bedding and crawled under the covers.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom downstairs—Jin Lu must already be showering.

Suddenly, Zheng Qian felt time drag endlessly.

Every minute, every second was unbearable!

“Why haven’t you turned on the light?”

When Jin Lu came upstairs, she casually switched on a desk lamp—not too bright, not too dim.

Zheng Qian noticed she was still holding a blanket and a pillow, clearly not intending to get close to him.

Well, Jin Lu did say she would marry him only after buying this house—not immediately.

If it were now, it would seem too lustful and desperate on his part.

Not fitting his current identity at all.

Yet, Zheng Qian decided to test the waters:

“Sharing the bed tonight, but no intimacy.”

“If my lady desires, your humble servant would never refuse...”

Suddenly, a classic scene popped into Zheng Qian’s mind.

“Let the Bullets Fly, huh? Truly a classic.”

Jin Lu smiled and lay down.

“Why are you staring at me? Go to sleep. Aren’t you tired?” She looked exactly like a gentle wife.

“I... I can’t sleep.”

After all the stamina-boosting dishes he had eaten, sleep was out of the question; he was raring to go.

“Oh, by the way...”

“Hmm?”

“How many girlfriends have you had?” Jin Lu’s curiosity got the better of her. “Someone like you, though honest, must have changed girlfriends often, right?”

“Just one, broke up yesterday.”

“Really?”

“Really, no lie.”

“What about those girls at the bar today? What’s your relationship with them?”

“The one who left early was a colleague. The other three were her friends she invited later. The guy was just there to mooch drinks. I don’t know those four,” Zheng Qian explained simply.

“The girl who left early was probably the one who treated you like a doormat today, right?”

“Smart,” Zheng Qian smiled. She had nailed it.

“Not really a guess. It’s obvious you can’t win against them. They’re all fishing for suckers like you.”

Only then did Zheng Qian understand why Jin Lu seemed different from other girls.

Especially her aura—it was impossible to fake.

Jin Lu grew up in a house like this; she was clearly a refined lady from a noble family, a temperament nurtured by a privileged upbringing.

Moreover, her father had been imprisoned early on, forcing her to live independently, her eyes gradually acquiring a sharp, resolute gleam.

Fortunes shift; if Jin Lu’s father hadn’t gone down shady paths and developed bad habits, how could she have ended up working in a place like a bar?

Ye Bei was a consumer city with no industrial backbone, yet it had several early wealthy elites—Jin Lu’s father was likely one of them.

Experience breeds wisdom. Her father’s decisions were very astute back then.

If Jin Lu hadn’t sold this house, its value would have multiplied several times over.

Just like she said earlier, it now costs twenty-three million to buy this place.

“Tomorrow, I’ll take you to buy a car first. Riding an electric bike in the wind is no good.”

“No, do you have enough money for the house? Buying a car is another expense.”

Obviously.

If I don’t buy you a car, where would the money come from to buy a house?

Even now, with the system, Zheng Qian’s bank balance was still less than Jin Lu’s.

His plan was to buy Jin Lu a car first, then wait for the system’s cashback before buying the house.

“What kind of car do you like?”

“Anything’s fine.”

Suddenly, a joke crossed Zheng Qian’s mind.

The scumbag drives a Mercedes G-Class, the scumbag girl a Mercedes E-Class, the gold digger an Audi A7, and the innocent girl a Mini Cooper.

What kind of car should Jin Lu get?

Zheng Qian didn’t know much about cars; he’d check out the dealership tomorrow.

“Do you want to sleep with me?” Jin Lu suddenly asked.

What kind of question was that? Zheng Qian was momentarily speechless.

“Uh... no.”

“Then why are you in my bed?”

“Like I said, this house is too big; I’m scared of the dark... and hungry.”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you.”

“Little steamed buns,” Zheng Qian teased.

Jin Lu’s cheeks flushed; she knew exactly what he meant.

“Perfect, there are some in the fridge. I’ll get them for you.”

Jin Lu went to the living room and soon returned with a bag of Wangzai Little Buns.

“They’re cold. Do you want to eat them?”

Zheng Qian was speechless.

The ‘little buns’ he meant were definitely not these!

Did she really not understand, or was she pretending not to?

Never mind, they’d sort it out after buying the house anyway.

Besides, Jin Lu had already said she wanted to marry him. It would naturally fall into place then.

The night passed without a word.

The next morning, Zheng Qian woke up late, the sun already high.

Jin Lu was nowhere to be seen.

He glanced at the time: it was past ten.

His phone showed a message from Brother Tao, inviting him to drink tonight.

Zheng Qian replied: I’ll be there.

Soft music drifted from the living room.

Stepping out of the room, Zheng Qian saw Jin Lu stretching on a yoga mat.

She wore a black sports bra and quick-dry shorts, her figure fully revealed, strikingly alluring.

“You’re awake?”