I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 28: The Sweet Taste Of Jealousy

Zhao Yiming studied the photos carefully, then let out a sigh of relief. Su Meilin was safe.

"Still alive, thank the heavens."

In the pictures, she wore a soft purple bikini, enjoying what looked like a spring vacation at the beach.

Her body was still just as sexy as he remembered—curves in all the right places—but her expression wasn't right. She didn't look happy at all.

In every photo, she was standing beside Jin Haolong—the bastard laughing and groping random women like he owned the place.

In one particular shot, he had two women clinging to him while Su Meilin trailed behind, eyes empty, shoulders slumped. She looked... defeated.

Zhao Yiming's grip tightened until the photos nearly crumpled in his hands.

That was when Luo Yanyu suddenly asked a strange question, her voice quiet and unsure:

"Is a woman like that your type?"

He blinked, glancing at her. "Huh? What's this now?"

"You know... sexy, married women," she muttered, eyes averted.

"Wait, Madam Ruan is married?" He raised an eyebrow.

Was this becoming a pattern? Married women? Was that his thing?

"Well... she was. Supposedly," Luo Yanyu said, frowning.

"I don't know all the details, but she got married twice. Both of her husbands died under suspicious circumstances."

She lowered her voice. "That's why people call her Black Widow or Fox Spirit—they say she sucks the life out of men, or even kills them just to keep running the business."

Then she crossed her arms. "But that's just gossip! Madam Ruan's a graceful woman. She'd never do something like that!"

Zhao Yiming's eyes widened. 'Ah... so that's why the subroute is called 'Trapping the Black Spider'...'

He then let out a soft hum. "Mm. Rumors are like wind—plenty of noise, but never the truth."

"Though I must admit... Madam Ruan is indeed my type. Beautiful, composed, sharp as a blade."

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, watching her squirm.

"...But beauty takes many forms. Every woman has her own charm. Even those who yell at me every five minutes..."

Zhao Yiming's voice wavered slightly as a memory flickered in his mind—Luo Yanyu's slap from yesterday, her avoiding his gaze afterward, the awkward tension between them.

And also... her cosplay, that makeup, and those boobs.

He squinted. "Wait... were you trying to copy Madam Ruan because you were jealous of her?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Luo Yanyu gasped and elbowed him hard.

She turned away, trying to hide her bright red face. "N-no! Of course not! That costume was just the only thing I could find at home, okay?!"

"Why would I be jealous of you! It's not like I like you or anything!"

Zhao Yiming smirked as he caught sight of her ears turning red. So she did like him after all. Hah. Thank the system—and himself, of course!

Their meeting had been chaos, but this moment? This connection?

That was all him.

Or so he thought—until the system popped up again, chiming in right on cue.

'Speak of the devil...'

[New Quest Triggered!]

[Quest: Jealousy Tastes Sweet If You Can 'Do' It!]

[Objective: Turn this jealous moment into a hot and spicy one!!!]

• Easy Mode: "Okay." (Pretend she's not important to make her think about you more.)

Success Rate: 100%

• Medium Mode: "Really? That's sad. I thought you liked me the way I like you." (Pretend to sulk to gain sympathy.)

Success Rate: 85%

• Hard Mode: Hug her from behind, lick from her ear to her neck, and whisper: "You're also special in my heart... Want me to show you?"

("Choose thisss and have sexxx!!!")

Zhao Yiming squinted. 'That last part... definitely written by that pervert deity.' He rubbed his temples, sighing.

Still, if he was going to do something, he'd rather be bold and real than play games with manipulation.

And also... let's be honest.

For sex.

He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around Luo Yanyu from behind, making her jolt in surprise.

Brushing her short blonde hair aside, he leaned in close and licked her ear, trailing slow kisses down to her neck.

"Zh-Zhao! What are you doing?!"

She stammered, trying to struggle free—and damn, she was strong—but he held on, determined to keep the moment romantic.

"You're special to me too, Luo Yanyu," he whispered against her skin.

"So don't get all depressed."

He kissed the base of her neck. "Want me to show you how lovable you are?"

"T-that's...!" she gasped.

Her face turned beet red—hell, even her neck was flushing now. He chuckled at how adorably flustered she looked.

"What's wrong? Are you still a virgin?"

"Ah!!!" Luo Yanyu broke free and spun around, grabbing him by the collar. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"So what if I am?! Can't I be a twenty-three-year-old virgin?!"

Her eyes burned with embarrassment. "Or do you prefer pros like Madam Ruan or that Su Meilin?!"

Zhao Yiming couldn't hold it anymore—she was way too cute like this. He leaned in and kissed her, soft and deliberate.

Their lips pressed together, and he gently sucked on her bottom lip, feeling her body tense as she slowly shut her eyes, trembling like a nervous kitten. He found it absolutely endearing.

After a long moment, he pulled back and smirked. "Was that your first kiss too?"

Luo Yanyu gave a tiny nod, her fingers fidgeting as she looked down, too embarrassed to speak.

Zhao Yiming gently cupped her jaw and lifted her face to meet his eyes. "Want me to show you more about being a woman?"

Her breath caught in her throat. She glanced around nervously, clearly overwhelmed by everything—her heart pounding like crazy—but eventually, she gave a shy nod.

He laughed warmly. "Alright then. But not here. Let's find a proper place for your precious first time."

Without warning, he stood up and lifted her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"H-huh?! What are you doing?!" she squeaked, tapping his back in protest.

"Calm down," he said casually as he walked toward one of the rooms, kicking the door open since it was thankfully unlocked.

The old couple and the others were still busy celebrating outside, grilling barbeque and enjoying their victory, so the place was empty.

He shut the door behind him and locked it.

Then, setting her down gently, Zhao Yiming grinned and climbed on top of her.

"Now," he murmured, eyes gleaming, "shall we continue?"