Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

The snack street wasn't long, and there weren't many vendors selling snacks until midnight, but Tong led Minmoyou around for more than an hour.

She kept talking the whole time—don't misunderstand, she wasn't explaining or introducing anything, it's just that Min Moyou was too "picky", which forced Tong to "deal with" too much "kitchen waste".

Otherwise it won't taste good when it gets cold.

Tong wondered if it was just her imagination, but when she was eating, Min Moyou always slowed down so that she wouldn't be too flustered. He didn't seem very interested in the food street in Zhongpu District, as if he wasn't the one who suggested finding something to eat.

Why do I have this strange feeling, as if I brought her here specifically to eat?

Like...like...?

It's like being pampered.

Hearing her stomach growling with hunger, I suggested we find something to eat; seeing her staring intently at the late-night snacks, I bought her everything but only ate a bite myself…

Tong isn't stupid. How could she not sense such obvious and deliberate favoritism?

In her opinion, how could anyone, in a food street filled with all sorts of aromas, in a place where your appetite is constantly being tempted, actually control their mouth and resist eating more?

Of course, we can't completely rule out the possibility that Min Moyou is a wealthy young master with high standards, who genuinely wanted to stroll through the food street, but the food there didn't quite satisfy him, causing him to lose interest...

Regardless of the other party's intentions—whether they were cold on the outside but warm on the inside, genuinely looked down on the food on the snack street, or even had ulterior motives towards Tong—at least what they did allowed Tong to enjoy a truly indulgent late-night snack.

Having been in the workforce for several years, running around, struggling, and working hard everywhere, Tong hadn't felt this way for a very long time.

Since becoming a dragon's offspring, Tong's life has been filled with danger. The demons and monsters that ordinary people cannot see are like maggots clinging to her bones, always trying to break into her life and make a mess of it. If she is not careful, she will fall into an abyss.

In his quest to find the Supreme Dragon Curse, he humbly worked for the Dragon Tide Pavilion Film Studio, fearing the mysterious and powerful Boss Shen. He lived under someone else's roof, and his residence didn't even have a decent bed.

To make a living, she toils day and night, only to find herself scheming against that greedy old cat, Master Du. The money she earns isn't even enough for three meals a day, let alone snacks or late-night meals.

Perhaps it's because Tong hasn't had such a wonderful and satisfying late-night snack in a long time.

As they walked out of the food street with Min Moyou, they threw the last empty cardboard box containing the snacks into the trash can. A gentle breeze blew away the heat and noise that clung to them from the food street.

The dual satisfaction of mind and body allowed Tong to unknowingly etch Min Moyou's figure and the bliss of this night into the depths of her memory.

Although he didn't say it, he secretly came to agree with his arrogant, pretentious, domineering, cold, and rich employer.

Min Moyou remained as elegant and composed as ever, his demeanor still aloof and superior. The lively atmosphere of the food street left no trace of worldly dust on him, as if he were deliberately maintaining this appearance.

But Tong felt that no one would deliberately act so aloof all the time; it was probably something that came from his privileged upbringing.

Min Moyou: 'It's so tiring to keep up this act! Playing a domineering CEO is really not easy at all...'

If Min Moyou's physique were still like that of an ordinary person, she would probably be a little restless and fidgety due to the fatigue of shopping: sore feet, sore legs, panting, etc.

Now, Min Moyou, whose physical condition is almost twice that of an average person, can still barely endure it and maintain composure and elegance in order to portray the character.

After eating her fill, Tong was not very elegant. She rubbed her noticeably swollen belly with both hands, and her breathing became a little disordered, clearly because she had eaten too much.

It was a rare opportunity to indulge, and in the spirit of not wasting food, Tong had indeed been eating without restraint. However, as she ate all sorts of carbohydrates and proteins, the feeling of fullness brought on the fatigue and exhaustion that had not yet subsided.

He would take a few steps, then swing his ankles every now and then, rubbing his belly with one hand and putting his other hand on his hip, as if he was so tired that he couldn't even straighten his back, and his eyelids drooped down.

Various aches and pains surged throughout her body, clashing and colliding with the feeling of fullness, yet seemingly joining forces to fight against her despondent spirit.

Tong really wanted to rest.

She just wanted a big bed so she could lie down on it—oh no, she didn't even dare to think about a big bed; she had been sleeping on the sofa for many years while working at Longchao Pavilion.

As long as there's a deck chair, a carpet, or even just lying on the grass, Tong feels she can fall asleep instantly as long as there's a place to lie down.

Don't worry about things like you've just eaten, or that sleeping too full is unhealthy, or that sleeping anywhere will make you catch a cold or get sick.

They only think about these trivial things because they're not tired enough.

When you're truly exhausted, your body and mind will only give you one answer: sleep! Don't worry about anything else, just fucking sleep!

But she's still taking on commissions...

You can't just eat someone else's food and then dump them on the street after you've just enjoyed a good meal at their expense.

If that's the case, Tong probably won't get that 720,000 yuan monthly salary.

A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!

It's really hard to bear...

"Um...? Young Master? Are you satisfied with your trip to the food street? Where else would you like to go next? Or should Xiaotong find you a hotel to rest?"

Tong forced a smile and asked Min Moyou for his opinion.

"Okay."

'I'm satisfied to see you've eaten your fill.'

However, Min Moyou could clearly see Tong's fatigue from her tone and expression, but her action of rubbing her stomach with her hands on her hips undoubtedly revealed that she had overeaten.

Then, taking advantage of the situation, he proposed:

"What entertainment options are available in Nakaura Ward at this time of day?"

"I just ate something, let's find a place to digest."

Hey! That's exactly what I wanted!

Tong felt that the plan proposed by Min Moyou was tailor-made for her—it turned out that she and he were so compatible.

"I've got it! Young master, look over there. That stage is the famous Sichuan opera face-changing show in our Zhongpu District. The seats under the stage are large tables and soft chairs near the stage, which are close enough to see clearly, but you need to make a purchase to sit there. The seats further away are small tables and hard benches, which you can sit on to watch the show and show your support without making a purchase."

"Young master, if you'd like to aid digestion, why don't we sit there for a while, watch a play, and enjoy some tea?"

Min Moyou thought about it and decided it was a good place to go, so she agreed.

"Okay, let's go."

...........

It was late at night, and almost no one was sitting in the front row watching the play. At most, a few people who were out wandering around at night would stop and watch from a distance in areas where they didn't need to spend money.

Min Moyou led Tong directly to the table in the very front row, and the actors on stage immediately sang even more energetically.

A short while later, a receptionist dressed in a cheongsam came over and stood by to serve Min Moyou, asking what kind of tea or pastries she would like.

The receptionist was sharp-eyed and immediately recognized that the one with real money to spend was Min Moyou, not Tong, so he naturally stood beside Min Moyou to serve him.

The positions that Min Moyou and Tong are currently sitting in are not simple!

That's the best vantage point for watching the show; you have to spend or tip over 1,900 coins at the theater to get a seat there.

For such a large order, the reception staff can earn at least a hundred yuan in commission.

The receptionist was overjoyed, never expecting such an unexpected bonus while watching the night shift.

"What's your most expensive tea?"

Wow! A huge order!

The receptionist's eyes lit up.

She immediately became incredibly enthusiastic, bowing deeply to explain things to Minmoyou with a gentle voice and a natural scent of perfume.

"Distinguished guest, you've come at the perfect time! A batch of top-grade Tianfu Longjing tea just arrived this afternoon, less than a pound in total. That should be the best tea we have on hand."

Min Moyou's gaze was quietly drawn to that bright and eye-catching scene.

"price?"

The smile of the receptionist in her cheongsam was even sweeter:

"Our theater gets some top-grade Tianfu Longjing tea from time to time, so we already have a price for it. 2888 yuan per pot, and everyone who's tried it says it's worth it! Distinguished guest, would you like to try a pot?"

"Let's have two pots to try first. Is there anything else we can eat with tea?"

"There are also lots of candied fruits and dried fruits! Or some tea snacks would be great too... Oh my!"

Just as the receptionist was about to give Min Moyou a detailed introduction, she seemed to have accidentally twisted her ankle and fell into Min Moyou's arms with a charming look on her face.

"Excuse me! Excuse me, esteemed guest! I've been busy all day and am a little tired. I lost my balance just now. I'll get up right away..."

After saying that, the receptionist in the cheongsam pretended to get up, putting one hand on Min Moyou's chest for support and the other hand on the chair armrest to prop herself up, inadvertently displaying her figure to Min Moyou.

As the receptionist put one foot on the ground and was about to get up, she lost her balance again and fell right into Min Moyou's arms.

Oops! I fell again!

The young woman in the cheongsam subtly unbuttoned two buttons at the slit on the side of her dress, instantly opening the slit from thigh to waist...

At this point, the receptionist in the cheongsam dropped all pretense, placing a hand on Min Moyou's shoulder and whispering in his ear about the sweet flavors of dried fruit and candied fruit, and the delicate texture of matcha pastries...

Her lips, coated with tinted lip gloss, would occasionally exhale a warm, moist breath, which would whistle against Min Moyou's ear.

With a beautiful woman in his arms, although the receptionist in the cheongsam wasn't exactly stunning in terms of figure and appearance, she was still plump and pretty. Min Moyou was quite enjoying her advances.

Due to the constraints of maintaining her persona and playing the domineering CEO, Min Moyou did not show it, nor did she take any further action. She even glanced at Tong, who was watching from the side speechless, feigning helplessness, or perhaps showing that she was used to the current situation.

Look, I didn't move at all, it was all her doing....

Enjoying himself is one thing, but Min Moyou is still a fake CEO who hasn't adapted to his new identity. If he were really a spoiled young master or a domineering president, he might have already started groping the woman in his arms.

Although a domineering CEO may have seen and tasted all the most beautiful women in the world and become immune to beauty, no one says that a domineering CEO cannot be lustful.

Min Moyou hadn't figured this out, which was one of the reasons why he hadn't taken any further action.

Going deeper, in Min Moyou's heart, Tong's image was already deeply imprinted in his heart when he first met her, or even when they were playing games in his previous life.

At this moment, the heroine in his heart is watching from the side, how can he let go?

The conservative thoughts of an ordinary person and successor of socialism in his previous life clashed violently with the extravagant and lawless desires aroused by playing the role of a domineering CEO in this life, leaving Min Moyou at a loss for what to do.

This is the first challenge he's encountered since playing the domineering CEO—he wants to indulge himself, yet he hasn't shed his conservative mindset, and at the same time, he has to consider the feelings of his lover.

Finally, even after the cheongsam-clad receptionist had finished introducing all the products, no matter how much she tried to charm and seduce, Min Moyou did not give the reaction she hoped for.

The receptionist in her cheongsam lowered her head silently, looking heartbroken: So, it seems that big fish like this are indeed hard to catch? My hopes of marrying into wealth and becoming a phoenix on a branch have been shattered!

Before she knew it, Min Moyou realized that the cheongsam she was wearing had ended her seductive charm.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stack of 10,000 nine-square coins.

"Give me two pots of premium Tianfu Longjing tea, and some sour dried fruit and candied fruit to aid digestion. With the rest of the money, you can prepare a set of tea and snacks for me. Consider the extra as a tip."

Having said that, Min Moyou slapped the heavy sum of money into the other person's hand and grinned crookedly:

"The service was good."

Upon seeing the money, the receptionist was no longer disheartened. She playfully winked at Min Moyou, smoothly climbed off him, bowed respectfully, and sweetly replied:

"I'm glad you like it~"

Isn't this way more professional than Hitomi's?

Min Moyou couldn't help but think about it.

The receptionist in her cheongsam swayed as she walked, fastening the frog buttons on the slit of her cheongsam as she went.

Min Moyou glanced at Tong, who was sitting on the other side of the tea table. She saw that Tong had her head down and was not watching the opera on the stage. Her black hair covered her face, and she remained silent.

Is she unhappy? Or is she jealous?

He was still somewhat self-aware and didn't immediately fall into the illusion that "she likes me."

How long have we known each other?

My looks and figure are only above average, so how could I so easily win the favor of the female lead?

Minmo You would never guess what Tong was thinking—

Beneath her loose hair, a dreamy smile was hidden:

What she was thinking was:

Wow! I also want a lady in a cheongsam to throw herself into my arms! It looks so cool!

But his embrace was also warm and made me feel very safe...

Why don't I join them?

Wouldn't that be double the happiness!

Are the plots in novels actually based on real events?

As long as a wealthy man exudes an aura of dominance, he will attract all kinds of women to throw themselves at him.

Am I one of them...?