"I bought some fresh fruit! Tonight, I am going to show off my culinary skills and let you see what I'm capable of!"
Qiu Yingying waved the cheap plastic bag of fruit in her hand triumphantly. It was abundantly clear she was thrilled with her meager corporate raise, her voice carrying a sickeningly sweet tone that grated on Adrian's nerves.
"We should definitely celebrate! It seems the two luxury units next door are finally finished being renovated. We can finally sleep in on the weekends without the drilling," Guan Juer nodded happily, pushing her massive glasses up her nose as the two girls walked hand in hand toward the residential tower.
Watching from the manicured shadows of the courtyard, Adrian had originally intended to step forward and insert himself into their lives. But after listening to their idiotic chatter, he decided against it.
His analytical mind processed the data instantly. If the two luxury units—2201 and 2203—were just finishing renovations, that meant the Ode to Joy timeline hadn't officially begun yet. The true elite prey, the untouchable executive Andy and the spoiled heiress Qu Xiaoxiao, hadn't even moved into the building.
'There is absolutely no need for me to prematurely expose myself,' Adrian reasoned coldly. Neither the naive Yingying nor the timid Guan Juer were his preferred type of livestock. He didn't need to waste his energy on a pair of flat-chested, low-tier girls when the timeline wasn't even ripe.
He seamlessly turned his sleek, imported carbon-fiber street bike around, preparing to ride back to his penthouse. In the suffocating, gridlocked streets of downtown Shanghai, a high-end bicycle was exponentially more efficient than a sports car.
Just as he was pedaling toward the iron gates of the complex, a stray cat suddenly darted out from the decorative bushes, freezing directly in the path of his tires.
Given his ruthless, apocalyptic temperament, Adrian wouldn't normally give a single shit about an animal. He would simply crush the pathetic creature under his wheels without blinking. He possessed zero compassion for the weak.
But out of the corner of his eye, his predatory gaze caught sight of a strikingly voluptuous figure walking through the pedestrian gate.
Adrian instantly calculated the trajectory, violently twisted his handlebars, and shouted.
"Make way! Make way!"
Crash!
Adrian drove the expensive bicycle directly into the heavy roadside fence. He threw himself off the seat, tumbling through the air in a perfectly executed, controlled fall, landing squarely on top of the voluptuous woman.
'So much heavy meat,' Adrian groaned internally, his dark eyes flashing with pure, carnal satisfaction as they hit the pavement.
He ruthlessly took the opportunity to aggressively grope her. His heavy hands clamped down, sliding over her plush curves, giving her ass and tits a firm, assessing squeeze as he pinned her to the concrete.
This was exactly the kind of 'heavy flesh' he preferred. It didn't mean the woman was fat. While she was significantly thicker than the starving stick figures of Yingying and Guan Juer, she carried her weight flawlessly. The woman pinned beneath him was about 1.72 meters tall, carrying a thick, plush hundred and thirty pounds of pure, mature curves. Her entire body was soft, yielding, and incredibly lush.
Especially her ass and tits. She was heavily blessed by gravity and fat distribution. Her heavy breasts pushed against his chest—an easy, natural D-cup—and her round, plush ass filled his hands completely. She was a staggering biological upgrade from the two pathetic girls he had just observed.
"Ugh! You! You—!"
Fan Shengmei gasped, a flash of genuine panic and outrage crossing her heavily manicured face. She had just gotten off a grueling shift and absolutely did not expect to be violently tackled to the ground at the entrance of her own complex.
Feeling the stranger's heavy hands aggressively squeezing her tits and ass, she wanted to scream and curse him out. But her corporate survival instincts kicked in. Given the chaotic nature of the 'accident' and the screeching bike, she couldn't definitively accuse the man of deliberate sexual harassment.
Just like when he had groped Hu Yifei, the sheer audacity of the move within the context of a chaotic fight or accident forced the woman to second-guess the intent.
"I am so sorry. That cat darted out of nowhere, and I lost control of the brakes for a second," Adrian lied smoothly. He stood up, offering her a strong hand and effortlessly pulling the plump, beautiful woman back to her feet, his expression the picture of sincere, masculine regret.
"No... no, it's fine..." Fan Shengmei muttered, brushing the dust off her skirt. She felt incredibly depressed, wondering why she was cursed with such miserable luck.
Logically, she knew the handsome stranger hadn't meant to crash. If she kept dwelling on the physical contact, she would look like a hysterical, petty bitch. But if she just forgave him and walked away, wouldn't she have just been groped for absolutely nothing?
As a senior HR professional, Fan Shengmei was a master manipulator. She was incredibly skilled at reading people, especially men. She knew he had crashed to avoid the cat, but she could have sworn the way his heavy hands had kneaded her ass on the ground was far too deliberate.
However, before she could process the violation, Adrian turned his back to her and casually lifted the sleek bicycle that was tangled in the wrought-iron fence.
'Wearing a cheap 500-yuan tracksuit and riding a bicycle... he's obviously just another worthless, broke loser—wait...'
Fan Shengmei had originally been prepared to swallow her bad luck and storm off, but the moment her sharp eyes locked onto the frame of the bicycle, she froze dead in her tracks.
As a desperate, aging woman who obsessively hunted for a rich husband to save her from her family's crushing debts, Fan Shengmei possessed a barcode scanner for a brain. She was an absolute expert at identifying and pricing luxury goods. While she was more accustomed to pricing designer bags and jewelry, she wasn't completely clueless about high-end toys.
She could tell at a single glance that the bicycle in the man's hands was a custom, imported carbon-fiber model. Although she didn't recognize the exact boutique brand, the seamless aerodynamic frame and premium components meant it was worth tens of thousands of yuan.
A bicycle worth over ten thousand yuan!
Instantly, the filter over her eyes shifted. The pale, tall man standing in front of her suddenly morphed from a clumsy loser into a handsome, dashing, and incredibly wealthy aristocrat.
"Is... is your bike alright?" Fan Shengmei asked, her voice dropping an octave into a sultry, concerned purr.
"The bike is fine. But I am truly sorry about knocking you over," Adrian smiled, turning to look down at the mature, curvaceous woman. "To properly express my apologies, please allow me to treat you to dinner tonight."
"Oh—I couldn't possibly accept. Really, I'm perfectly fine—" Fan Shengmei demurred, waving her hand with fake modesty.
Internally, however, she felt like the heavens had just dropped a winning lottery ticket directly onto her face. She had literally stumbled upon a massive lucky break right at her front door!
For years, she had been desperately hunting for a true tycoon. But legitimate, liquid wealth was incredibly hard to find. Given her mid-level corporate connections, she never rubbed shoulders with true billionaires. The 'elites' she usually managed to bait were just corporate drones driving heavily financed cars in the 300,000-yuan range. She had never met a man who could casually ride a bicycle worth tens of thousands of yuan in a cheap tracksuit. That level of 'stealth wealth' screamed generational money.
"I haven't eaten yet anyway," Adrian pressed smoothly, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Since we literally bumped into each other, it must be fate. I sincerely hope a beautiful woman like you won't reject my apology."
The moment Adrian saw the greedy, calculating light ignite in Fan Shengmei's eyes, he smiled internally.
'The stupid fish has taken the bait,' Adrian mused darkly.
With complex, stubborn women like Hu Yifei, it required violent, psychological manipulation to break them. But with a desperate gold-digger like Fan Shengmei? There was absolutely no need for patience or effort. This pathetic woman was already bending over backward for his wallet. With a few expensive dinners and a flash of his bank account, he could effortlessly drag her heavy, luscious ass straight into his bed.
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