At around eight in the morning, Yang Zhen'er's long eyelashes fluttered slightly...
Then, in a flash, her eyes snapped open!
She abruptly sat up next to Lu Li, about to get out of bed, but was immediately met with a sharp pain between her legs.
At that moment, Lu Li was leaning against the headboard, bare-chested, calmly reading the Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind.
Every now and then, he would reach out and gently turn a page.
He had read this before, but never gained any particularly deep insight from it—it was just a general science read.
But now, after gaining a special ability related to "time," and knowing that he would likely live an incredibly long—possibly eternal—life, Lu Li found himself seeing the in a whole new light.
With a vastly brned perspective and deeper interpretations emerging naturally.
Perhaps in countless years to come, when humanity enters the interstellar era, Lu Li's personal story would have spanned most of human history…
As someone who had gained longevity, he needed to read more and gradually elevate his mental state. He couldn't afford to stagnate.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing Yang Zhen'er's movement, Lu Li turned his gaze to her and asked.
"I'm going to be late for work!"
Yang Zhen'er snapped back to reality, pulling the blanket up to cover herself. From her collarbone to her neck and cheeks, a blush spread quickly as she whispered.
Lu Li heard her and set the aside.
He reached for the phone on the nightstand, unlocked it, and opened the call log.
As he began dialing a certain number, he said to Yang Zhen'er in a firm tone that left no room for discussion:
"You're staying home to rest today. I'll call your manager at Youjia and ask for the day off for you."
Yesterday, when he bought the house, he had spoken with someone from Youjia, so he had the number saved.
As he spoke, the call went through.
"Hello, this is Lu Li," he said into the phone.
"Mr. Lu, hello! Is there anything I can assist you with?"
The person on the other end clearly recognized the number and responded respectfully.
"Yang Zhen'er isn't feeling well today and asked me to request a day off on her behalf. Please inform her supervisor."
"Is Miss Yang seriously unwell? Is one day enough?"
"How about this—I'll help her apply for a full week of paid leave. She must rest properly at home!"
"When she's recovered, our company has even more important assignments lined up for her!"
The Youjia supervisor paused for a moment but quickly adjusted their tone and replied warmly.
"That works."
Lu Li nodded and ended the call.
He looked down at Yang Zhen'er, who was now leaning against his chest and eavesdropping. Her eyes were sparkling as she stared at Lu Li with awe.
This was the magic of wealth—utterly intoxicating and irresistible.
…
Soon after, both of them got out of bed.
Yang Zhen'er changed into a very casual outfit. Compared to yesterday, she looked even more radiant today, with a new kind of graceful aura about her.
Lu Li, wearing slippers, walked out to the living room and sat on the sofa. Then, as if remembering something, he stood up and went to the front door.
He opened it.
Standing right outside was Peng Hao—crew cut, dressed in a black tank top, gray pants, and dark blue plastic shoes.
His arms were straight and pressed tightly to his sides in military posture, his expression serious.
He looked nothing like the flamboyant youth from the day before.
Now, he exuded sharp focus and strength. His physique was balanced and muscular, his cropped hair jet black—he looked just like a soldier.
Seeing Lu Li in casual homewear, Peng Hao recalled the godlike presence he had witnessed last night. He couldn't help feeling intimidated. But he quickly pulled himself together, straightened his back, and declared firmly:
"Master!"
"Next time, just call me 'Sir'."
Lu Li gave Peng Hao a once-over and nodded in satisfaction. He added calmly.
At that moment, Yang Zhen'er came to the door, drawn by the voices.
She saw Peng Hao and heard him call Lu Li "Master." More than that, she noticed the genuine fear in the young man's eyes.
She swallowed nervously.
It seemed Lu Li had finally decided to stop hiding his true identity…
"Come in. I have a task for you."
Lu Li turned to Peng Hao and said. Then he walked back into the bedroom to retrieve something, before returning to the sofa in the living room.
Yang Zhen'er, now looking every bit the lady of the house, welcomed Peng Hao inside. She quickly brought him a new pair of slippers to change into.
Peng Hao walked over to Lu Li and stood upright beside him.
Yang Zhen'er, realizing Lu Li likely had important matters to discuss with the young man, tactfully poured each of them a cup of tea and returned to her room.
Watching her close the door gently, Lu Li couldn't help thinking again: This woman... she really does need some discipline.
He turned his gaze back to Peng Hao.
Then, he took out the "Time Sale Contract (2)"—the employee contract he printed last night—and handed it over along with a fountain pen. He said:
"Take a look. You can write three personal requests in this section.
If you don't have any objections elsewhere, just sign your name beside 'Party B'."
Peng Hao took the contract and pen with both hands.
He didn't even bother to read the document, nor did he intend to write any requests!
He uncapped the pen, bent over the coffee table, and signed his name on the designated line without hesitation.
Watching this sequence of actions, Lu Li smiled faintly.
This showed that Peng Hao was willing to entrust his everything to Lu Li, and more importantly, that he believed Lu Li wouldn't make him do anything he found unacceptable.
This attitude, in fact, was a smart one.
At least at this moment, Lu Li's opinion of him had risen quite a bit.
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