As an independent and self-reliant male university student living in the heart of Tianhai City, Lu Qing had been influenced by his neighbor, an older sister, since childhood. He believed that life must be built on a "healthy environment."
At the very least, breathing should not be obstructed, and the air should not be stale.
The fact that he could keep his apartment spotless on his own showed that Lu Qing had a certain level of high standards for his living environment.
Especially since he even enjoyed cooking.
— "Men who love to cook are usually not too messy."
After all, lazy people wouldn't even bother to handle ingredients, let alone face the daunting task of washing dishes after a meal.
So, Lu Qing decided to help Tang Hua thoroughly clean her room so that they could discuss work matters in a "human" living environment.
Instead of the current state where there was no place to step, and entering the room felt like wading through a "river of trash."
…
Not long after.
Tang Hua huddled on her large bed, wrapping herself in a blanket around her full body, not daring to move as she watched her boss return fully equipped, carrying an arsenal of cleaning tools.
Lu Qing was wearing an N95 mask, an apron, shoe covers, and had rolled up his sleeves. He kicked in a large cardboard box specifically for trash.
In his left hand, he held a bunch of newly purchased cleaning tools, which he placed upright in the corner near the door, ready for use.
In his right hand, he carried a large bag of essential items, including trash bags, scissors, rubber gloves, Tempo brand high-quality tissue, steel wool, detergent, lemon-scented soap blocks, and more.
Today, his expression was unusually serious.
"Tang… cough, Lubia, just stay there. I'll handle the room briefly, and then you can get off the bed, okay?"
"Mmm."
Seeing her boss's serious expression, Tang Hua nodded like a chick pecking at rice, not daring to make a sound.
Although it was her own home,
somehow, when the boss was here, it felt like he could have anything.
Everything could be his.
After all,
"The boss's command is the will of heaven."
Hehe.
Tang Hua's face was hot.
She was lost in thought.
"It seems like the boss is going to clean my room for me."
Although she didn't think he could handle such a filthy space,
but anyway, just watching the boss from the sidelines was already very satisfying, wasn't it?
The boss didn't dislike me.
The boss even wants to cleanse me.
The boss is so nice.
I love the boss the most.
…
Tang Hua was filled with joy, unable to distinguish whether the world around her was real or imaginary.
And,
"A male university student is cleaning my room"…
and it's the boss himself…
Ugh!
It's so exciting to think about!
…
…
About three hours later.
Tang Hua stared blankly at the completely transformed room.
Her mouth opened wide,
completely at a loss.
"Lubia, was this a trap you set up for me today?"
Lu Qing, exhausted and gasping for breath, collapsed onto her ergonomic chair after sealing the last trash bag.
He almost didn't catch his breath.
"Boss…"
Tang Hua looked at him with heart-shaped eyes, unsure of how to express herself.
In these three hours, Lu Qing had cleared all the trash from the floor, swept, mopped, wiped away stains, poured cleaning liquid, and cleaned again;
Dusted, wiped away grime, and discarded things he thought Tang Hua didn't need;
Placed poison (cockroach bait pellets) in the corners, and sprayed air freshener;
Used tweezers to remove all the hair blocking the bathroom drain (Tang Hua's long hair from staying up late) and transferred it to a trash bag;
Even scrubbed her small pot and kettle, which she used daily to cook instant noodles to save living costs, from the inside out with steel wool.
A series of operations left Tang Hua dizzy.
She finally understood that her "cleaning" (going downstairs to throw out the trash) didn't count as cleaning at all.
The boss's cleaning was the next level.
Ugh.
I'm so messy.
The boss… how does he know how to do everything…
Wait,
He must have seen my underwear hanging on the clothesline in the bathroom just now…
Ah…
It's bad.
I didn't even collect them.
"…"
Tang Hua's entire body was burning hot, her little face turning from pink to sunset red.
She was about to blush to the point of bleeding.
However, Lu Qing didn't give her the chance to continue daydreaming.
"Get up."
He said.
"Ugh?"
Tang Hua looked up in confusion as the boss took out a new set of equipment from the "tool bag"—
A set of bedsheets.
Including a bedsheet, duvet cover, and pillowcase.
All brand new, purchased just now from a large supermarket downstairs.
"I see you haven't changed your bedsheets for at least two months. I got you a set. Get off the bed now, and I'll change them for you."
Lu Qing commanded coldly.
"Ah… okay, okay…"
Tang Hua obediently wrapped herself in the blanket, hiding the 400-plus printed papers behind her, and carefully got off the bed, then crouched in the corner behind Lu Qing, not daring to speak.
The small room, now clean, made her feel a bit uncomfortable…
It felt like someone else's home.
Living in such a comfortable environment, one could finally justify the 3100 yuan monthly rent…
Before, it felt like living in a rat's nest.
Without the boss, I couldn't do anything.
I might have just slowly died.
Boss…
Tang Hua watched Lu Qing skillfully and efficiently spread the bedsheet and change the pillowcase on her bed, suddenly feeling that he seemed to know everything,
as if he were all-powerful.
…
In fact,
Lu Qing, who studied the "maid" system daily, knew exactly what "maids" usually needed to do.
And how could he not know what skills "butlers" corresponding to "maids" needed to master.
Lu Qing had a characteristic,
that is, for things he liked, things he was interested in,
"He had to dig to the root."
If he liked maids, he would fully understand maids, study maids, and even dissect maids.
What do maids wear, what do maids do, what are the manners and behaviors of maids, what are the details of their work.
Everything, Lu Qing had to figure it out.
His obsession wasn't just reflected in "music."
It was the same for "creation" and "research."
[Only by truly understanding something can you write about it with confidence and without any flaws or problems.]
[All doubts, under the support of real logic, will only reflect their clownish mirror images.]
This was one of the "paths" Lu Qing insisted on.
— "The Path of Creation."
……
"Alright, Lubia, give me the blanket, and I'll change the duvet cover. Then you can go take a shower or something. The room is now very clean. After you're done, we can talk about work in detail."
Lu Qing said, taking out a Qinfeng brand wet wipe from his pocket, tearing open the packaging, unfolding it, and wiping his hands.
Then he took out a pack of Xin Xin Xiang Yin dry tissues, pulled one out, and wiped the sweat off his face.
Hmm.
The simple cleaning was done.
Lu Qing was satisfied with his work.
After all, sometimes cooking or cleaning the house was a way to relieve stress.
It could release bad emotions from the chest.
Today, Tang Hua provided him with a hellish dirty and messy room to clean,
although he was half-dead from exhaustion, he had to admit that he had vented a lot of anger.
Hopefully, such an extra effort could help her reduce her psychological pressure.
Lu Qing thought.
"Ugh, okay, I'll, I'll go wash up. Boss, wait for me."
Tang Hua was now completely obedient to him.
It even gave him the illusion that, "This child seems to have misunderstood what I meant."
"…"
Lu Qing didn't stop her, watching her hurriedly grab a set of clothes from the wardrobe and dash into the bathroom.
"Alright."
"Finally, some space has been cleared."
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, ready to rest on her chair.
Just as he was about to take a step.
His gaze suddenly caught sight of
the blanket Tang Hua had forgotten to take away, which was wrapped around the chair, as if hiding something.
"Right, the duvet cover hasn't been changed yet. I'll change it for her."
Lu Qing thought,
Step by step, he approached the oddly bulky pile of blankets.
……
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