Landlady Sister

The knocking at the door snapped Su Yang out of his thoughts. He quickly composed himself and walked toward the entrance, calling out, "Coming, coming!"

Click—

The door swung open.

As soon as it did, a faint fragrance wafted into Su Yang's senses.

He focused his gaze and saw a woman in her late twenties standing at the doorstep—fair-skinned, with a curvaceous figure.

She had an oval face, large eyes, delicate features, and deep red lipstick accentuating her lips. Her voluminous waves cascaded down her back, and she wore a sleek, low-cut black dress that clung to her curves, drawing attention to her ample bust.

"Ah! You pervert!"

The beauty had been about to greet him when she suddenly shrieked, catching sight of Su Yang's bare torso.

Only then did Su Yang realize he hadn’t put on a shirt.

Scratching his head, he chuckled sheepishly. "Ah, sorry about that, Sister Zhao. I was just working out and forgot to get dressed."

The woman, Zhao Mengrou, was Su Yang’s landlady.

At the moment, she had both hands covering her eyes, though she peeked through slightly parted fingers, feigning indignation. "Well, hurry up and put something on!"

"Oh, right, right. One sec."

Su Yang turned back inside, grabbed a T-shirt, and pulled it on swiftly.

Only then did Zhao Mengrou lower her hands, her face still flushed. When she looked at Su Yang again, her expression turned to one of surprise. "You… did you get plastic surgery?"

"Huh?" Su Yang blinked.

Remembering the recent changes in his body, he grinned. "Nah, why would I? I’ve always looked like this, haven’t I?"

"No way! Last month when I saw you, you definitely didn’t look like this!"

Su Yang smirked. "Heh, maybe you were just too busy to notice before. I’ve always been this handsome."

Zhao Mengrou rolled her eyes, though her cheeks remained pink. "So full of yourself! And your body… when did you get so fit?"

Su Yang stifled a laugh internally.

‘As if I didn’t notice you peeking through your fingers earlier.’

Outwardly, he kept his tone casual. "You’re too kind, Sister Zhao. Just been hitting the gym lately. A man’s gotta stay strong, you know? Anyway, what brings you here today?"

"Oh, right. I came to talk to you about something."

"Come on in." Su Yang gestured for her to enter.

After pouring her a glass of water, the two settled onto the couch.

The moment she sat down, Zhao Mengrou’s gaze landed on the Porsche key fob resting on the coffee table.

She gave Su Yang a puzzled look. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah, bought it a while back. Just got delivered today. Why?"

Zhao Mengrou paused thoughtfully before speaking. "If you can afford a Porsche, why are you still renting from me? Don’t tell me you’re some hidden rich kid slumming it for the experience?"

Su Yang’s eyes darted playfully as he spun a quick lie. "Nah, I’m no rich kid. Just had some… special circumstances before. It’s a long story—maybe another time."

"But since you’re here, I was actually about to message you. I’m planning to move out after this last month’s rent."

"You’re leaving?" Zhao Mengrou asked, surprised.

"Yep. I’m pretty settled in Lincheng now, so I’ll be house-hunting soon."

"Did you win the lottery or something? Buying cars, buying houses…" Zhao Mengrou’s eyes widened slightly.

"Nah, just made some money from a business venture. Figured I’d upgrade my lifestyle a bit." Su Yang grinned, sticking to his fabricated story.

"Right." Zhao Mengrou nodded, though she clearly didn’t buy it.

At nearly thirty, and coming from a well-off family herself—she owned three or four rental properties in Haicheng—she wasn’t easily fooled.

Aside from this older, modest one-bedroom, her other properties were upscale apartments in prime locations.

While none were mansions, her monthly rental income alone topped twenty grand, affording her a comfortable, even luxurious lifestyle.

She’d met plenty of wealthy people, but someone driving a Porsche while renting her tiny apartment? That was a first.

"So, what did you want to talk about, Sister Zhao?"

Su Yang’s gaze lingered on Zhao Mengrou, unwavering.

Ever since acquiring his "Physique Mastery" ability, his eyes seemed to carry an irresistible magnetism. Under his stare, Zhao Mengrou’s pulse quickened, her cheeks warming as she momentarily forgot why she’d come.

"Oh, um… I was going to talk about the rent, but since you’re moving out, never mind."

After a brief moment of eye contact, Zhao Mengrou averted her gaze, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Su Yang smiled faintly. Then it hit him—Wait, why haven’t I used the scan function yet?

—System, scan Zhao Mengrou.

[Ding. Target detected.]

[Scanning…]

[Zhao Mengrou. Age: 28]

[Height: 165cm]

[Weight: 53kg]

[Appearance: 86]

[Figure: 88]

[Relationships: 2 past partners. Currently single.]

[Zhao Mengrou meets system standards. Host may choose to establish a favorability bond with this individual.]

As the system spoke, a translucent screen—visible only to Su Yang—materialized before him, displaying Zhao Mengrou’s profile in crisp detail.

—Establish bond.

Su Yang didn’t hesitate.

With looks and a body like hers, why wait? Holding out for some mythical "90+ score" beauty would take forever.

Besides, women like Zhao Mengrou were rare in real life.

If he had to nitpick, her only "flaw" was being a few years older.

But age meant nothing to Su Yang. Four years? Ten? As long as she was attractive, he didn’t care. He wasn’t looking for love—just a good time.

And as the saying went: "Youth wasted on the young? Nah. A real man knows an experienced woman’s worth."

[Ding! Bond established.]

[Zhao Mengrou’s favorability toward host: 16 (Acquaintance)]

The system’s voice faded.

An awkward silence settled between them.

Zhao Mengrou kept her head slightly lowered, fiddling with her hair.

The living room was small, the couch even smaller. With barely fifty centimeters between them, the scent of her perfume enveloped Su Yang, thick and intoxicating.

The atmosphere grew charged.

Su Yang’s gaze flickered downward—just once—before he caught himself.

He swallowed hard, fighting the heat rising in his chest.

Any red-blooded man would’ve done the same, especially with a bombshell like Zhao Mengrou sitting so close.

But Su Yang wasn’t some mindless horndog. He still had self-control.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus.

One wrong move now, and it’s straight to jail.

He didn’t need to sacrifice his bright future for momentary pleasure—these things had to be mutual. He’d wait until their rapport deepened before making a move.

To break the awkward silence, Su Yang quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Sister Zhao, do you have any friends in real estate?"

"Huh?" Zhao Mengrou blinked, looking up at him, her cheeks flushing again without her realizing. "What did you say?"

"I asked if you have any friends who sell houses. You know a lot of people, so I thought I’d ask."

"Oh, that. Actually, I do know someone," Zhao Mengrou replied, exhaling softly.

"That’s why you’re the best, Sister Zhao. Having connections really pays off. I used to work in this field, but I never really networked with the developers. I’m planning to check out some properties soon—could you ask your friend if you have time?"

"Sure, I can ask, but are you sure you want me to? The properties my friend deals with aren’t exactly cheap."

Su Yang thought for a moment. "Which project is it?"

Zhao Mengrou took a sip of water from the glass on the table and smiled faintly. "Seaside Manor."

"Seaside... Manor? No way, that’s one of my favorite developments! But yeah, it’s pretty pricey."

Back when Su Yang worked in real estate design, he was familiar with all the major projects in Haicheng. However, since he was always buried in overtime, he never had the chance to build relationships with the developers.

Seaside Manor wasn’t the most elite development in Haicheng, but it was still upscale—far beyond the reach of the average person. The project mainly featured high-rises and luxury flats, with the average price per square meter for high-rises around 20,000 yuan. For the luxury flats, prices ranged from 20,000 to as high as 45,000 per square meter.

Even in a new first-tier city like Haicheng, that wasn’t cheap. A 400-500 square meter luxury flat could easily cost over ten million yuan.

Su Yang couldn’t afford that much yet, but he could still swing something smaller—say, 200-300 square meters.

Seaside Manor had an unbeatable location and environment, nestled right along the Tianxing River, which ran through Haicheng, offering premium riverside views in the city center. The surrounding area was fully equipped with everything you’d need—subway access, shopping malls, supermarkets, schools—all within easy reach.

Su Yang had often fantasized about owning a place there, though back then, it was just a pipe dream.

But now, he had the system. And what was the system’s purpose?

To let him live lavishly. So why not buy what he loved? Besides, it wasn’t just Haicheng—even properties in the top-tier cities would be within his reach sooner or later.

After a moment’s consideration, Su Yang turned to Zhao Mengrou. "I’m set on Seaside Manor. Sister Zhao, could you help me ask your friend when you get the chance?"

Zhao Mengrou stared at him, her expression a mix of surprise and something else—a hint of bashfulness she couldn’t quite hide.

"You’re really serious about buying at Seaside Manor? Even the smallest units there cost millions. The most expensive ones go for ten to twenty million."

Su Yang grinned confidently. "I know. I’ll take a look first. If there’s a layout I like, I’ll buy it."