Xu Feng's Perspective

By now, Xu Feng had settled on the living room sofa, his eyes fixed intently on the bathroom door.

Soon, the door creaked open.

Zhang Qian emerged, her expression hesitant and uneasy.

The moment her entire figure was exposed to Xu Feng’s gaze, his lips parted slightly, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

"Brother Xu!" Zhang Qian tugged at her clothes nervously, her small hand clutching the fabric as she met his stare. A hint of embarrassment flickered across her face.

She quickly called out to him, breaking the intense silence.

Only then did Xu Feng realize just how scorching his gaze had been.

He stood up abruptly and hurriedly poured her a cup of hot water. "Zhang Qian, here’s some warm water. You just got caught in the rain—drink this to ward off a cold."

Zhang Qian hadn’t expected this seemingly older man to be so thoughtful and considerate. A warm sensation spread through her heart.

In that moment, memories of her husband flashed through her mind.

Over the years of marriage, Wang Chengbin had never cared for her, neglecting her in every way. That alone was frustrating enough.

But the worst part? Every time he returned from business trips, exhausted, he still expected her to wait on him hand and foot.

And here was Xu Feng—a man who was nothing short of a gentleman.

Thinking of this, she let go of her hesitation, swaying her hips as she sat down across from him. She took the warm water and sipped it slowly.

Meanwhile, Xu Feng couldn’t tear his eyes away from the black lace lingerie he had carefully selected—the very outfit that transformed Zhang Qian into an irresistible goddess. Not only was he feasting his eyes on her beauty, but he was also experiencing firsthand the essence of silent seduction.

With that thought, he pulled out a document and handed it to her casually.

"This is a draft of the course material I prepared. Take a look and see if there’s anything that needs revision."

Zhang Qian’s face flushed red, but when it came to professional matters, she immediately focused, carefully reading through the document.

As expected, she noticed some unique insights.

It was clear Xu Feng had put genuine effort into this—every detail was meticulously annotated, proof of his dedication.

The two of them spent nearly an hour discussing the document.

Yet, throughout the conversation, Xu Feng repeatedly tried—subtly and not-so-subtly—to inch closer to her, only for Zhang Qian to skillfully dodge or interrupt him each time.

Just as the dryer’s hum began to fade, an idea sparked in Xu Feng’s mind.

"Zhang Qian, I have a proposal. What do you think?"

"Go ahead," she replied.

"I’ve only recently joined the company and haven’t had much opportunity to learn or gain experience. Plus, many people in this industry don’t really understand the ropes. I was thinking of hiring a private tutor to help me better grasp the company’s operations. So… would you be willing to come over this weekend and guide me? Of course, I’d pay you—say, five thousand yuan a month? How does that sound?"

Xu Feng casually slipped in the figure.

As expected, Zhang Qian’s eyes lit up instantly.

The truth was, she had always struggled financially. Despite working long hours, her take-home pay after insurance deductions was barely a few thousand yuan. Her husband, stingy as ever, refused to spend on her, leaving her with little savings. She constantly had to postpone the things she wanted to buy.

She had long wanted a side gig.

Zhang Qian hesitated for a moment, but when she noticed Xu Feng about to speak—

"If he’s going to reject me—"

"I’ll do it!"

She cut him off, agreeing on the spot.

Seeing the smile that spread across Xu Feng’s face, Zhang Qian realized she had been too hasty.

The two shared a knowing glance, sealing the deal with a silent understanding.

Little did Zhang Qian know—this decision would lead her down a path of unimaginable excitement and pleasure.