Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier

Qi Sheng didn’t disturb Tan Hua, tiptoeing to the outside of the master bedroom.

He could faintly hear the sounds of giggling coming from the other bedrooms.

For some reason, Qi Sheng had the strange illusion of being in a royal harem, where he could take his pick of any woman inside.

He was sure none of the girls in any of the rooms would refuse a guy as tall, rich, and handsome as him.

But Qi Sheng had a clear goal. He walked straight to the maid’s room.

Seeing the door was unlocked, a knowing smile spread across his face.

The bedroom was pitch-black, with the faint outline of a figure on the bed.

Underneath a thin comforter, two slender, fair, and smooth calves were exposed.

Qi Sheng quickly stripped off his pajamas, lifted the covers, and slipped in.

He pulled the delicate body into his arms and naturally scaled her peaks.

"Don’t..."

Qi Sheng suddenly froze. He looked at the woman gasping in his arms, completely stunned. "Sister Miduo?"

"Mmm... My husband insisted on video calling me just now, so I had Xu Ying switch places with me. Should I go get her for you?"

Miduo was horrified. ’I can’t believe Xu Ying is so bold. To actually get involved with Tan Hua’s boyfriend like this.’

’But this is drama I really don’t want to be a part of.’

She and Qi Sheng had a decent relationship, and he was gradually becoming part of her network.

Now that she’d discovered his affair with Xu Ying, how would Qi Sheng see her in the future?

HUFF...

Qi Sheng’s head started to ache. ’Who knows if Miduo can keep her mouth shut.’

’If Tan Hua finds out, she’ll definitely be heartbroken.’

’My plan was supposed to be flawless.’

’But who could have expected Miduo to stumble upon my relationship with Xu Ying by pure chance?’

The man’s hot, heavy breathing next to her ear caused a sudden thought to pop into Miduo’s head, as it had been a long time since she’d had that kind of life.

’If Xu Ying can do it, why can’t I?’

’In terms of looks, I don’t think I’m any worse than Xu Ying.’

’And when it comes to my figure, a mature woman has a charm these young girls can’t match.’

"I know you’re afraid I’ll talk. Why don’t you just treat tonight as a dream?"

Miduo suddenly threw her arms around Qi Sheng’s neck, offering her hot, trembling lips.

Qi Sheng paused. He had been about to let Miduo go.

But here she was, serving herself up on a platter.

Ahem. Qi Sheng decided he also wanted to experience the famous pleasure of Boss Cao.

...

「The next day, before the sky had brightened.」

Qi Sheng quietly left the maid’s room.

Watching the man disappear from view, Miduo closed her beautiful eyes, her face flushed.

The memory of her wild night with Qi Sheng made her burn with a restless heat.

’Oh no, I’m in my fertile window right now.’

Miduo suddenly remembered that Qi Sheng hadn’t worn a raincoat, and her face instantly turned pale.

She could only pray that nothing would come of it.

But she was too exhausted. Her body felt like it was about to fall apart, and she didn’t have the strength to take a shower.

Her mind reeling with a jumble of panicked and frightened thoughts, Miduo dazedly drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up again, the room was dim.

Miduo reached for her phone on the nightstand.

Seeing that it was already 1:30 in the afternoon, she anxiously threw off the covers.

Then she noticed the wrinkled sheets, which still bore some dried stains.

Miduo’s face turned beet red. She could only hope Qi Sheng had taken care of the evidence.

"You’re awake?"

Qi Sheng was sitting on the living room sofa, playing on his phone.

When he saw Miduo emerge from the maid’s room, he greeted her with a smile.

’I have to say, a mature woman really is more enticing than a young girl.’

’Boss Cao was right all along!’

"I need to get back to my shop."

Seeing Qi Sheng, Miduo was no longer as forward as she had been last night, feeling only awkwardness and shame.

"Go wash up and take a shower first. I made you some food. You can leave after you eat."

Qi Sheng pointed to the bathroom next to the living room.

It was the guest bathroom, but it was fully equipped.

"Okay, thank you."

Hearing that Qi Sheng had made food for her, Miduo’s heart warmed.

The awkwardness she felt began to fade.

After her shower, she put her washed clothes into the dryer so they would be ready to wear after she ate.

Wrapped in a bath towel with another towel around her hair, Miduo walked out of the bathroom.

At thirty, her skin was in excellent condition.

Her usual meticulous skincare routine had clearly paid off.

She had been breaking out with a few pimples recently.

She’d tried all sorts of acne-fighting masks, but nothing worked.

But just now in the bathroom, she saw that the pimples on her face had all vanished.

Her beautiful eyes grew hazy, and her pretty face flushed a drunken red.

She knew exactly what this meant—it was the effect of releasing all the negative emotions pent up inside her.

"Try it. See if it’s to your liking."

Watching Miduo wrapped in a towel, her face shy with a lingering blush, Qi Sheng silently considered whether he should go for another round later.

’It was pitch-black last night, so I didn’t get a good look.’

"Hm?"

Miduo hadn’t had high expectations.

For a rich kid like Qi Sheng, being able to cook even a few dishes was already impressive.

But when she took a bite, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Qi Sheng.

"This is amazing! You’re a really good cook."

Miduo couldn’t help but size up Qi Sheng again.

Her feelings toward the man who had possessed her last night were complicated.

That saying from Zhang Ailing really applied to every woman.

He was six-foot-one, with a straight back and posture as firm as a pine tree.

His eyebrows were straight and thick, his eyes long, narrow, and full of life.

A high-bridged nose and thin lips that just made you want to kiss them.

Now, being watched by Qi Sheng’s gentle gaze, Miduo swallowed the harsh words she had been about to say.

After all, what woman could be so cruel as to say she never wanted to see him again when being looked at so gently by a handsome man with eight-pack abs and the face of a movie star?

Miduo tried several times, but in the end, she had to helplessly admit it.

She really couldn’t bear to forget Qi Sheng.

After eating, Miduo subconsciously put the dishes in the dishwasher.

She wiped the grease from the table, just as she often did at home.

But she quickly realized this wasn’t her home.

It was Qi Sheng and Tan Hua’s home.

"I’m going to get my clothes. We shouldn’t contact each other privately anymore."

Miduo turned away, not daring to meet Qi Sheng’s eyes for fear she would soften.

But she couldn’t afford to play games with Qi Sheng. Last night was destined to be a mistake, and she couldn’t let it happen again.

"Okay."

To her surprise, Qi Sheng agreed readily.

It was as if it meant nothing to him.

’Why is he so nonchalant? He’s the one who made the mistake!’

Women were strange creatures. One moment she was telling herself to make a clean break with Qi Sheng, but because of his dismissive attitude, she couldn’t help but feel resentful.

The natural result of this was that the more she thought about it, the more unforgettable it became.

In reality, the reason Qi Sheng was so calm was mainly because, at a certain moment of pleasure last night, Miduo’s affection level for him had shot up to the 100-point mark.

This kind of situation was actually quite common.

But such an affection level was never destined to last forever.

It was often just a fleeting high.

With the friction of daily life, mutual affection would gradually diminish.

Some married couples had affection levels that didn’t even reach 80, held together only by their children.

But in that one instant, Miduo was captured by the system and marked.

For targets placed on the system’s "protected list," not only would their affection level never drop, but from now on, their hearts would only have room for Qi Sheng, and they would resist contact with other men.

If any other man tried to force contact with them, he would completely lose his manly functions, both physiologically and psychologically.

At this moment, Miduo probably hadn’t realized it yet.

She was so focused on Qi Sheng’s attitude that she hadn’t given a single thought to her own family at home.

It was because of this that Qi Sheng held all the cards.

Now that Miduo was in his pot and thoroughly cooked, escape was impossible.