Why Is There Water on the Sofa?
Meanwhile, at the top floor of Zhujiang Dijing.
Lin Zimo had just signed the home purchase contract when a sweet, girlish system voice chimed in his mind.
A goddess is placing an order. Will the host accept?
He tapped open the order details.
Customer: Gu Qingcheng, President of Gu Group (suit photo.jpeg)
Rental Period: 7 days.
Scrolling down, Lin Zimo froze in shock at Gu Qingcheng's outrageous demands.
Her requirements read:
"Since you're supposed to be the perfect boyfriend who can fulfill all my needs and fantasies, and solve all my problems...
Then you must satisfy every single one of my demands during this 7-day rental. For starters, come deal with my parents nagging me to get married."
Meeting Time & Place: "Come to Gu Group headquarters in Shencheng ASAP to pick me up after work."
Lin Zimo stared at Gu Qingcheng's demands, tempted to flip her off with a middle finger. He sneered coldly.
"System, gotta hand it to this Gu Qingcheng—she's a real CEO, always maximizing her leverage. Talk about demanding."
Given that Gu Qingcheng has no specific skill requirements but demands satisfaction of all her needs to earn a good review and complete the order...
During the task, the system will integrate various skills into the host as needed to handle any issues.
Lin Zimo had been ready to reject the order over her unreasonable demands, but the system's offer made him hesitate.
Instant skill integration on demand? Way better than rigid specifics—and it'd open up more random skill draws at the end.
Damn, he'd wanted to say no, but the system was just too generous.
Host has accepted the order... Activating on-demand skill integration function.
Distributing task-related items...
◈ Provided as host's base during the order task.
◈ Parked at Shencheng Bay garage for task travel.
◈ Placed in Shencheng Bay closet for task outfits.
Account ending in 5569 received 100,000,000.00 yuan on Oct 6 at 6:46. New balance: 150,689,253.28 yuan.
This amount can only be used for customer expenses. Upon order completion and good review, 10x cashback.
Shencheng was the city right next to Kyohai.
Lin Zimo listened to the system's alerts, then quickly bought a high-speed rail ticket on his phone.
On the train, he settled into his seat wearing a cap and mask, only to hear gasps from nearby girls.
"Oh my god! Sis! Look, look—that guy's so hot! That vibe... he looks like he could fuck me to death."
"Holy shit! Keep it down, sis. He's got a mask, not headphones. If he hears that, it'll be awkward. Act classy."
"Sis, you've got the bigger chest—go get his WeChat. Whichever of us bags him as a boyfriend, we win big..."
The girls whispered excitedly, faces flushed.
Lin Zimo overheard but ignored it. Since getting the system, he'd built full immunity to flattery like this.
Back then, he'd have been thrilled by the attention. Now? Zero ripples. After dating goddesses all scoring 9+ in looks, these 7- or 8-pointers barely registered.
Thirty minutes later, he arrived in Shencheng. He cabbed straight to the Shencheng Bay penthouse, showered, and slipped into a perfectly tailored top-tier suit.
He styled his hair into something dashing, then fired up the Maybach and headed to Gu Group headquarters.
Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the brand-new Gu Group skyscraper gleam.
The towering structure dominated the city center like a dazzling gem spire, casting everything around it into shadow.
At the Gu Group lobby front desk:
"Our goddess president's suitors are endless. Roses piling up every day—we can't even toss 'em fast enough."
One receptionist girl had just cleared a batch of flowers when another delivery arrived. Numbly, she vented to her colleague.
"And our workaholic goddess hasn't fallen for a single one. We can't return them, can't get refusals signed—stuck dumping them ourselves..."
"Heard her parents keep pushing marriage. Wonder who she'll end up with."
"President Gu's gorgeous, capable as hell—this icy bombshell CEO with money and power? Whoever lands her hits the jackpot."
"Ugh, why's her type so picky? I love her too—that soft, sexy boss babe vibe, who wouldn't?"
It was nearing quitting time, lobby empty. The two pretty receptionists gossiped freely.
Then—
A tall, handsome figure appeared at the door. They fell silent, flashing professional smiles.
Sunlight hit the glass doors, framing Lin Zimo like a beam of pure radiance, blinding and magnetic.
The receptionists stared, dumbfounded.
Lin Zimo's black suit was impeccably cut, accentuating his long, powerful legs.
He moved like nobility from a wealthy dynasty—every gesture elegant, aristocratic, impossible to ignore.
His chiseled face and soul-piercing eyes hooked them instantly.
Only when he reached the desk did they snap to, asking sweetly and professionally:
"Hello, sir. How may we assist you?"
Their smiles were textbook, but their eyes screamed awe and crush.
Whoa, who's this CEO-type hunk? Famous model? Actor? Never seen him before.
Hotter than any of our goddess president's admirers. That aura... legs turning to jelly.
"Hi, name's Lin. Is Gu Qingcheng in? Here to pick her up after work."
Lin Zimo said it casually, bombshell or not.
The receptionists gawked, smiles cracking as they fought for composure.
"P-pick... pick up President Gu? One moment, we'll call her."
Holy crap! Our work-only president ignores everyone— what's this guy's deal with her?
Suitor pulling some stunt?
One grabbed the desk phone amid their shock, dialing the president's office.
"President Gu, front desk here. A Mr. Lin says he's here to pick you up after work."
Gu Qingcheng paused, then remembered her rental boyfriend order. He'd actually shown!
She'd figured it'd be a joke—no way someone took her harsh terms seriously. Now she was curious how far he'd go.
"Send him straight to my office." She wanted to see what he looked like.
"Got it." The receptionist eyed Lin Zimo in stunned disbelief.
Insane—first guy besides partners or work she lets into her office.
Lin Zimo caught their shocked stares, puzzled.
Soon, a pretty female secretary appeared, freezing at his handsomeness before speaking.
"Mr. Lin? I'm Li Na, President Gu's secretary. This way."
She led him to the elevator, swiping for the 68th floor.
Li Na's professional outfit and heels screamed efficiency, but her peripheral glances via the mirror betrayed her interest.
No angle's bad on this Lin Zimo. No wonder she's ditching work to meet him.
Gu Qingcheng's office crowned the top floor.
The secretary brought him to the door.
Knock knock knock—she rapped rhythmically.
"President Gu, Mr. Lin's here."
A sultry boss-lady voice replied from within.
"Mm. Send him in. You're dismissed."
Lin Zimo entered to find a stunningly icy beauty president at her desk, handling files.
Gu Qingcheng finished signing urgent docs, then looked up. Her poised gaze flickered with surprise.
"You're the rental boyfriend I ordered? Have a seat." She gestured to the opposite sofa.
She hadn't expected a random order to deliver someone hotter and more polished than any guy she'd met.
Lin Zimo faced her commanding aura without flinching, replying steadily.
"That's me—your boyfriend for the next seven days, Lin Zimo." He sat gracefully on the sofa.
Gu Qingcheng lived up to her name: drop-dead gorgeous, curves for days.
Lin Zimo admired briefly, then looked away.
She hated the lusty stares from suitors—Lin Zimo's pure appreciation pleased her.
"I'm Gu Qingcheng. I need you for my parents' marriage pressure—and to fend off annoying suitors. They're powerful; most wouldn't dare cross them. You sure you can handle it?"
Lin Zimo got the subtext: her "boyfriend" gig might draw revenge. Think it over.
"I'm here, order accepted. No backing out." With the system, he feared no retaliation.
Gu Qingcheng smiled elegantly. "Good. I like that. Looking forward to your performance." She stood.
Clack clack clack—her heels clicked crisply on the floor, her stride confident and graceful as she approached for a handshake.
But then—legs crossed too long—
"Ah!" She yelped as her heeled foot went numb, twisted, and she toppled toward the coffee table.
In a flash—
Lin Zimo darted forward, strong arms catching her slim waist securely.
"Gu Qingcheng, you okay?" His voice was gentle, like a spring breeze.
Her racing heart slowed. "Thanks, Lin Zimo. Think I twisted my ankle—hurts a bit."
His embrace felt solid, warm—an unfamiliar thrill. First time a man's held her.
Lin Zimo glanced down at her snow-white foot in the black heel.
Her ankle, delicate as fine porcelain, was now slightly swollen and red.
"I'll help you to the sofa, then rub it for you."
"Mm." A faint blush colored her cheeks. Steady as she was, this was mortifying.
Ruined my rep in one go.
He eased her onto the sofa, then knelt, gently grasping her ankle through the sheer flesh-toned stockings.
Her exquisite foot was silky-smooth, the ultra-thin stockings irresistible to any foot fan.
His fingers were warm, firm—like caressing priceless art.
God-Level Massage and Tuina Skills
God-Level Right Hand of God Skills
He examined her foot meticulously, kneading joints with expert, feather-light precision—like a pro masseur.
Gu Qingcheng felt unprecedented comfort; the pain faded fast.
His fingers glided over her skin, palm warm and electric, sending tingles racing across her flesh.
The sensation quickened her pulse, blood surging.
Her breath hitched, cheeks burning like fire.
What's happening?
A shiver hit her; her gorgeous eyes glazed.
Bliss exploded from his right hand through her ankle, flooding her body.
Tingling ecstasy...
Her whole frame melted.
Stars danced in her vision.
So intense! So electrifying!
So good! So wet!
Gu Qingcheng could barely hold it together.
Her other foot kicked off its heel, toes curling tight from the stimulation.
A muffled moan escaped her lips.
Moments later, flushed crimson, she snapped back, forcing poise. Her sultry voice trembled slightly.
"Lin Zimo, that's enough. My ankle's fine—no more massage."
"Got it." He looked up, realizing her suit skirt barely reached mid-thigh.
Squatting like this, facing her... the view was scenic. Floodgates open...
Lin Zimo: ...These god-level skills are no joke.
Gu Qingcheng sensed the anomaly too. Her perfect face stiffened. "Lin Zimo, wait here. I need the lounge."
Without waiting, she hobbled barefoot toward the adjoining rest room, poise shattered.
Lin Zimo saw her struggle, felt pity. "Let me help—don't worsen the injury."
Helpless, she let him guide her into the private lounge.
Once he shut the door and left, she facepalmed against it, mortified.
Good thing the lounge had a bathroom, sink, spare clothes.
Back on the sofa, Lin Zimo eyed the huge wet spot where she'd sat...
Gu Qingcheng sat on the toilet.
Her panties' center had darkened.
How? Just a massage, and this?
Work stress pent-up too long?
But not this bad.
She handled needs herself, even with toys—but nothing like this rush.
She'd had massages before, never this.
This Lin Zimo... interesting.
When Gu Qingcheng emerged, limping barefoot, she'd regained icy elegance—new stockings, new skirt.
"Quitting time soon. Lin Zimo, dinner with me." She played cool.
He glanced at her sleek long legs, looked away.
"Sure." Ignoring her flip, he pointed deadpan at the sofa's dark stain.
"Your sofa—want someone to handle that?"
She followed his gaze. Her faux-icy facade crumbled, face blazing red.
"Hmph." She shot him a glare—all your fault—fighting the urge to throttle him.
Hobbling to the table, she grabbed a glass of water and dumped it on the spot.
Then called secretary Li Na.
Lin Zimo smirked inwardly. Even ice queens blush.
Soon—
Li Na entered. "President Gu?" She eyed them curiously.
Gu Qingcheng, heeled again and supported by Lin Zimo, radiated authority.
"Li Na, this sofa's dirty. Get a replacement."
Li Na noted the "water" but nodded respectfully. "Yes, President Gu."
She whipped out her phone, efficiently ordering a matching new one.
But inwardly: Ten thousand question marks...
What the hell happened?
Water on the sofa?
Why's Mr. Lin so cozy with her?
Wait—her foot hurt?
No stockings? New skirt?
...