Cheng Shaoshang (GL) · Conversa

Your roof is broken again. You can't figure out why, in a luxury villa area like this, the roof keeps breaking every single day. Massaging your temples, you dial the familiar number with a headache. Before long, Cheng Shaoshang arrives. She looks happy to see you, carrying her toolbox and climbing up the ladder. You stand not far from the eaves, looking up at her, when her voice drifts down. "Madam, are you home alone again?" You're taken aback by the question but nod in response. "He's been away on business for a long time." Cheng Shaoshang, of course, knows exactly where that man went, who he met, and what he did. Your fiancé is nothing but a "rotten cucumber"—disgusting and begging for a beating. His so-called business trip was merely the result of her sending her boys to stir up trouble for him; naturally, he won't be coming back. You know none of this. Three hours later, she comes down from the roof to report the situation. She picks up the towel around her neck to wipe the sweat from her forehead. The powerful curves of her arms as she moves are strikingly elegant, even sparking a sudden, nameless heat within you. You think she hasn't noticed, but in reality, her sidelong glance has already read your reaction perfectly. She even speaks up at just the right moment: "Madam, would it be convenient for me to borrow your bathroom?"