What Ye Huan doesn’t know is that his "Boss Ye" identity has been completely exposed!
The place where Zhang Huimin lives is an old residential building.
After knocking three times, the door quickly opened.
Zhang Huimin swiftly pulled Ye Huan into the house, then, like a guilty thief, stuck her head out to look around. Only after confirming that no one was around did she breathe a sigh of relief and slowly close the door.
Ye Huan was speechless: "Sister Zhang, you’re making me feel like I’m sneaking around to have an affair with you."
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
Zhang Huimin’s face turned slightly red. She went to the kitchen to pour Ye Huan a cup of hot water, then returned to the living room and handed it to him.
In reality, she was indeed worried about being misunderstood by neighbors.
Due to neighborhood gossip, the news of Zhang Huimin being widowed and single was well-known to everyone.
If a man suddenly visited in the middle of the night, it could quickly stir up a commotion on Golden Sand Street, leading to more pointing fingers and gossip.
Luckily, it was late enough now that all the neighbors were asleep.
Zhang Huimin breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Ye Huan grinned and said playfully:
"Sister Zhang, if you’re so worried about the temperature, could it be that you’re really inviting me for an affair?"
"But then, Sister Zhang, you’ve been single for so long, this wouldn’t be an affair, it’d be free love!"
Zhang Huimin blushed to her ears, scolding shyly: "Stop talking nonsense, I... my bathroom pipe burst, I haven’t finished my shower, so I didn’t change clothes!"
She was only wrapped in a bathrobe, with her neck and the skin below her knees uncovered. Because she had just taken a hot shower, her pale skin was flushed with a tinged of redness.
Ye Huan found it difficult to look away.
"Keep staring and you might get a sty!"
Zhang Huimin, her face flushed, tied up her hair and sat on the sofa, pretending to scold: "So young and already so dishonest with your eyes, what will you be like in the future?"
"Sister Zhang, with such a great figure, I’d be missing out if I didn’t look," Ye Huan replied carelessly.
Hearing Ye Huan’s compliment, Zhang Huimin was secretly pleased, but her expression became even more shy.
Seeing Ye Huan’s bolder gaze, she couldn’t help but feel shy.
"Xiao Ye, help me check the pipes first. I still have soap suds on me," Zhang Huimin said, blushing.
"Okay." Ye Huan reluctantly withdrew his gaze, chuckled, and got up to head to the bathroom.
"Sister Zhang, this pipe problem is because it’s been used for too long. After aging, it couldn’t withstand the water pressure causing it to burst," Ye Huan said while standing on a stool, repairing the pipe.
"Yes, yes, be careful not to fall." Zhang Huimin looked worried, her hands poised in the air.
Ye Huan was filled with resignation and didn’t reply.
I’m at least a powerful figure in the Dark World, right? If I manage to fall from a stool while fixing a pipe, then I might as well smash myself to death with tofu!
The rusty pipe had a large crack, and water occasionally dripped from it.
Ye Huan disassembled a steel wool scrubber, took out the wires, and wove them into three small iron meshes, then used toothpicks to connect the three small meshes together.
Removing the precariously hanging iron piece at the crack, Ye Huan inserted the makeshift "Hydraulic Separator" into it.
Then he used thick black tape to wrap the crack five times.
Turning on the switch, the water spurted out, occasionally pushing the tape on the crack to bulge up.
But even so, not a drop of water spilled out.
"Sister Zhang, the pipe is temporarily fixed, but this is only a temporary measure; it’ll eventually burst again."
"Find some time to go to the hardware store to buy a new pipe to replace it, that’s the best solution."
Ye Huan patted the pipe, ensuring it was completely secure before turning off the switch.
"Okay, thank you. I’ll buy one tomorrow, you can come down now."
As Ye Huan prepared to hop off the stool, his gaze inadvertently landed in a place it shouldn’t have.
Zhang Huimin realized something, her face turned slightly red, and her eyes shyly avoided contact.
Just then, there was a "squeak squeak squeak" sound from the bathroom corner.
Zhang Huimin’s expression changed dramatically, and she screamed out loud.
That shout startled the mouse as well.
The mouse squealed, accidentally bumping into the stool leg...
The stool tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, and Ye Huan cursed as his body uncontrollably leaned forward.
"Sister Zhang, I swear it wasn’t intentional, do you believe me?" Ye Huan looked earnestly at the Zhang Huimin beneath him, supporting himself with his right hand on the ground.
Because his right hand was supporting him, there was a relative distance between them, but some distance or not, they were still almost face-to-face.
Zhang Huimin’s hands were sprawled on the floor tiles, she bit her lips tightly, her eyes turning away shyly, saying irritably:
"I... I believe you, but... can you please move away first..."