Chapter Thirty-Four: It Seems You Are Insulting Me

Returning to his multimillion-dollar penthouse, Bai Qingming lay on the spacious bed in his grand bedroom, feeling inexplicably bored and a little aimless.

Back in his old world, before he transmigrated, he was nothing more than a beleaguered office worker, toiling every day just to make ends meet. He never imagined that after crossing over, luxury cars and mansions would come so quickly, along with fame. Now, apart from his daily livestreams, Bai Qingming often found himself at a loss for what else to do—there was no one to guide him.

Perhaps the lives of the wealthy truly were this monotonous, empty, and devoid of flavor.

He sighed.

With nothing better to do, he began to browse through videos about himself online for amusement. Watching his own handsome face and reading the silly comments from netizens was at least entertaining.

Just then, a message popped up from Brother Wang on WeChat.

“Little bro, I succeeded in confessing my feelings!”

“So soon?” Bai Qingming was a little surprised. He had only just left Brother Wang’s place, and now Wang was already confessing to someone else—and succeeded, at that? Was that even possible? Is he taking me for a fool?

“Of course! All thanks to your advice. She’s even planning to introduce me to her parents,” Brother Wang replied.

“Meet her parents? How did you manage that?” Bai Qingming’s curiosity was piqued.

“I’ll show you…”

Brother Wang sent a screenshot. Bai Qingming opened it and was instantly speechless.

“This is what you meant by meeting her parents?”

“Yes! She said it herself. You have no idea how happy I am,” Wang replied, his excitement palpable even through the screen.

Bai Qingming didn’t even know what to say. He almost didn’t have the heart to tell Brother Wang the truth.

“As long as you’re happy,” he typed after some hesitation. “But, Wang, there’s something I really need to remind you about.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early to meet the parents? You two only just met. In my opinion, you should get to know each other better first.”

There was a long pause on Wang’s end.

“You’re right, little bro. I think we should get to know each other better before meeting the parents.”

After replying to Bai Qingming, Brother Wang quickly sent a message to the girl.

“Hey, are you there? I’ve been thinking, maybe we should watch a movie together to get to know each other better before we decide about meeting the parents.”

“Get lost!” came the curt reply from the young lady.

“Alright, I got your message loud and clear,” Wang responded, then took another screenshot and sent it to Bai Qingming.

“Little bro, are girls these days all so open? She just told me she wants to ‘get in bed’ with me.”

“…” Bai Qingming.

“Maybe you should think it over more carefully?” Bai Qingming suggested helplessly.

“You think it’s unbelievable too, right? Honestly, I feel the same, but you might not understand. For a mature man as charming as myself, women just find me irresistible—it’s natural for things to progress quickly,” Wang replied, his mysterious confidence coming from who-knows-where.

Bai Qingming didn’t want to engage any further.

Just then, his phone vibrated twice—a voice call from Silly Girl.

As soon as he picked up, an older woman’s voice came through, “You rascal, I’m outside Tomson Riviera. The security won’t let me in. Hurry up and come get me.”

With that, the call abruptly ended. Her tone made it sound as if he owed her money.

But Bai Qingming didn’t mind. Suddenly, he remembered: last time, after their solo match, she lost and had promised to work as his housekeeper for a month. He had assumed she’d try to wriggle out of it, but to his surprise, she was taking it seriously.

So, Bai Qingming went downstairs to let her in.

The moment she stepped inside, the woman was stunned. The last time, she had just played chauffeur and left right away, so she hadn’t seen what his home was like. Now, walking into this vast, multimillion-dollar penthouse, Silly Girl was so shocked she could hardly speak.

It’s true what they say—poverty restricts imagination. Despite her own annual salary of tens of millions, she still couldn’t afford a place like Tomson Riviera. For a moment, even her breathing deepened.

To Silly Girl, the very air here was permeated with the scent of money, infinitely more intoxicating than the world outside.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing?” Bai Qingming asked, puzzled by her daze.

She didn’t answer, but instead took off her shoes, sat on the sofa in a classic, relaxed sprawl, grabbed a washed apple from the coffee table, and bit into it. The whole process was as natural as if she owned the place. Only then did she declare, “I’ve decided. To better fulfill my duties as your housekeeper, I’m moving in.”

Bai Qingming was momentarily taken aback, then crossed his arms protectively.

“You… You’re not after my body, are you?”

The rascal lived up to his name—never playing by the rules. Bai Qingming thought, with his looks, it was only natural for someone to covet him.

“I want your body? Dream on,” Silly Girl retorted, feigning indignation. “I’m a proper young lady. It’s already a favor for me to be your housekeeper, and you’re being picky?”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Bai Qingming let out a breath. He’d worried she was using this as a pretext to get close to him with ulterior motives. Now he felt reassured.

“You can go. I was just joking—you don’t really have to be my housekeeper,” he said honestly.

But Silly Girl wasn’t having it. Here she was—a beautiful woman, volunteering to be his housekeeper, and he said he didn’t need her? It felt like an insult.

“No way. I, Silly Girl, always honor my bets. Whether you want me to or not, I’m doing it!”

“You said it,” Bai Qingming replied suddenly.

“Of course!” she swore with conviction.

“Alright then, go wash that pile of dirty clothes in the bathroom, tidy up the whole place, and for dinner, I want braised spare ribs, cola chicken wings, and chopped chili fish head.”

With that, Bai Qingming headed into the bedroom for a nap.

Silly Girl was dumbfounded.

Seriously? He was really going to make her work like a housekeeper?

Fine. Bring it on, rascal.

She was furious, but then she thought it over. No matter what, her goal of getting closer to Bai Qingming was achieved. As the saying goes, those who stay close to the water get the first moon. Now, those other streamers—Feng Timo, Auntie Zhou—were no longer a threat.

“Rascal, one day I’ll make you mine!” she muttered to herself.

Once she had him, she’d spend his money, live in his house, and see if he dared assign her chores then.

At that thought, Silly Girl brightened, already feeling like the mistress of the house.