Meng Hao was contemplating matters when suddenly he heard a knock at the door.
He glanced at the electronic peephole.
It was Qin Muyan.
This girl.
Why was she looking for him so late?
Moreover, behind her were tall, long-legged girls from the public relations department, holding large bags and bundles. This made Meng Hao even more curious.
Temporarily setting aside thoughts of Mashek and the future development prospects of Huashine Technology, Meng Hao pressed the door lock.
"You haven't eaten dinner again, have you?"
"Do you really think you're Superman?"
"I reckon if you keep this up, you'll ruin your health sooner or later!"
Qin Muyan.
She looked every bit the boss's wife, and in front of the giggling, charming girls, she didn't give Meng Hao any face, directly launching into a "scolding."
Huh?
Oh, right!
I haven't eaten dinner again!
Meng Hao looked at the mountain of instant noodle buckets beside him and instinctively reached for a flavor to appease his ravenous stomach.
However, speaking of Superman.
Ever since he had swallowed the "little blue pill" exchanged from the system in Xiàwēi Qúndǎo City, Meng Hao's physique had indeed become far superior to that of ordinary people.
But.
Even if his body had been modified by the system's little blue pill.
The truth that man is iron and food is steel remains unchanged forever.
Eating too many instant noodles will still ruin your health.
"So, I've decided to cook for you!"
Wait.
Decided to cook for him?
The cafeteria food was good, why not just get a portion delivered?
At the very least, he could prepare it in the cafeteria using pots and pans and bring it back.
Meng Hao looked somewhat astonished as Qin Muyan took out various ingredients and portable cooking equipment from the large bags.
Girl.
What are you planning to do?
Although his office and living area was a spacious duplex spanning an entire floor, covering three to four hundred square meters, there was no need for her to bring live fish, shrimp, abalone, and oysters to cook on-site.
Did she intend to turn this place into a culinary exhibition hall?
Wait.
The portable cooking equipment and various high-quality ingredients could fit into at most two bags. What was inside the remaining seven or eight large bags?
Meng Hao completely forgot about Mashek and the company's future for the moment.
He began to watch with curiosity as the seven or eight tall, long-legged girls, dressed as revealingly as possible, set up cutlery, portable grills, and other kitchen items.
Even.
These girls completely ignored Meng Hao's presence.
They chattered incessantly.
"Sister Yan, I heard that the way to conquer a man is to cook for him and sleep with him!"
"Sister Yan's cooking is top-notch now, our Chairman Meng will probably be fed until he's fat!"
"We envy our Chairman Meng! Sister Yan, this great beauty, does public relations work during the day, and still cooks for him in her free time at night. She's truly a virtuous helper and the woman behind the hero."
"That's not entirely accurate. She does public relations work during the day, and she can do it at night too... She can do public relations work for netizens and the market during the day, and work on Brother Hao at night, there's no problem with that."
"Yes, the profession is a perfect fit, and the job is very competent!"
Damn it.
What the hell is going on.
This mess.
He, a living person, was sitting right in front of them.
How could they be talking about feeding him and sleeping with him?
And brazenly talking about working on him?
What's up with that.
Did they really think he, Meng Hao, had no dignity?
Wait!
Working on him at night?
Could it be.
Qin Muyan intended to sleep here tonight?
Meng Hao was stunned as he watched Qin Muyan take out a tent from one of the still quite full bags.
She really intended to sleep here!
Wait.
If you're cooking, you're cooking, why are you stewing so many abalones?
And.
You can set up the tent if you want, but why throw all of his bedding into it!
"Um, Qin Muyan, what are you doing?"
Meng Hao, seeing his bedding and pillows thrown into the small tent like a pile of messy weeds, was getting a little agitated.
Qin Muyan, wearing loose pajamas, completely bare underneath, and tied with a cooking apron, answered absentmindedly as she cooked.
"Taking care of you."
"You're an adult, and you don't even know to eat on time."
"And look at these clothes and shoes tossed everywhere, someone has to wash them for you."
"The housekeepers aren't as meticulous as I am, and you're unhappy with this young lady serving you?"
Meng Hao was almost speechless.
He wasn't asking about these things.
"Taking care of me is fine."
"What's the meaning of throwing my bedding and pillows into the tent?"
Qin Muyan chuckled.
"Brother Hao, you can't expect me to sleep on the floor or in a tent, can you?"
"Of course, I'll sleep on the bed, and you'll sleep in the tent!"
"Good heavens, you don't think I'd be so uninhibited as to share a bed with you, do you?!"
"Actually, sharing a bed wouldn't be a problem... but, this is a single bed, it's too small to roll around comfortably... Also, you haven't even confessed to me, and you want me to sleep with you... What kind of scoundrel acts like that!"
Hahaha.
The girls burst into laughter, amused.
He was the scoundrel?
Damn it.
She brought all her personal belongings over.
And what's with all these abalones and oysters, bigger than a fist!
The bed was too small.
And he wanted to roll around!
This, this, this!
Qin Muyan completely ignored the stunned Meng Hao, continued cooking, and directed the girls.
"Look at our Chairman Meng's decoration, it's practically a Syrian refugee camp!"
"In the area of the bed, make it look prettier, yes, hang more dolls, and paint it in fuchsia with non-toxic paint... make it look sexy and alluring!"
"Don't worry about Brother Hao's tent, he can sleep in this Syrian-style room, so this tent is already very fitting for him."
"..."
*Creak, creak.*
An hour later.
Meng Hao looked at the completely transformed sleeping and resting area, and his tent, which was barely better than a dog kennel.
He was on the verge of tears.
The girls, having finished their work, were sweating.
"Sister Yan, although Brother Hao's decoration is terrible, the facilities here are much better than our cramped dorm room."
"Especially the bathroom, that bathtub is large enough for five or six people to lie in and wash together."
"Why don't we take a shower before we go back."
It was obvious.
They had completely taken Qin Muyan as the mistress of the house.
"Go ahead."
"Go get clean!"
What in the world.
Seven or eight young ladies, showering in his room.
Hey.
Could you at least close the door.
*Splash, splash.*
The sound of water was lively.
The cheerful laughter of the girls was pleasant.
And the mixed scent of shower gel and perfume with the aroma of food wafted into Meng Hao's nostrils.
At this moment.
Meng Hao was a little unsure of which he wanted more!
Damn it.
He suddenly realized his own superficiality and quality.
He thought that after taking the little blue pill from the system, he felt his body was incredibly strong!
Thinking back now, he had indeed overthought things.
*Gulp!*
Meng Hao swallowed.
"Speaking of which."
"You guys aren't planning to sleep here tonight, are you?"