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Um. Pei Haochuan was clearly aware that his living room was indeed quite messy, so he did not say much, only nodding his head.

Pei Haochuan pointed to his own body and the head that had been bumped, saying: "Article 20 of the contract prohibits any physical contact with me"

It seems that Pei Haochuan lives alone, otherwise his home wouldn't be in such disarray. I wonder what his parents are like. After thinking it over, it seems that the only thing I can confirm is that they are wealthy. ... However, when he talks about experiments and such, although she doesn't quite understand ... ? ... Could it be that his parents are some kind of scientists?

What are you doing

In the end, Pei Haochuan still did not expel her, reluctantly taking her in and repeatedly emphasizing that she could only stay for this one night

Qian Mengmeng did not expect him to say anything like thank you. She picked up the photo frame, pointed at the woman in the picture with Pei Haochuan, and curiously asked: "Who is this person? Is she your mother?"

A familiar voice interrupted Qian Mengmeng's deep thoughts. She turned her head and saw Pei Haochuan, who had already taken off his white lab coat, appearing on the stairs. At that moment, he was wearing a fitted shirt and had a thick coat over it, his usually pale complexion now much more flushed. He held a book in his hand, slowly walking down the stairs, his gaze towards her filled with curiosity.

Does this person not care at all about their own body? How could they not even realize they have a fever?

Qian Mengmeng was about to continue her inquiry when suddenly a shadow flew by, disappearing in an instant like lightning. She was momentarily stunned, thinking she had misseen it, and cautiously raised her head. A black crow flapped its wings, revealing its sharp claws, and unexpectedly flew towards her head.

Qian Mengmeng, although she wanted to loudly refute that this would not have happened without that crow, felt that saying so would easily have a counterproductive effect based on her experience over the past few hours. Pressing her lips together, she recalled what she had noticed when she bumped her head earlier and pleaded softly, "Could you not deduct money and let me make up for my mistake?"

However, before she could finish her words, Pei Haochuan's eyes slowly closed, his brows gradually furrowing, and finally, his entire body slumped onto the sofa. Qian Mengmeng hurriedly ran over and saw that his cheeks, which had just been tinged with a hint of color, had now turned an unnatural flush, his breathing rapid, appearing to be in great pain.

Pei Haochuan was utterly confused: "Take care of me until I recover from the fever?"

Qian Mengmeng stood in the living room, looking at the coffee table filled with snack bags from the sofa piled high with clothes, and then at the television covered in thick dust not far away. This place was a complete mess; even if Pei Haochuan were willing to let her stay a few more days, she would not choose to do so.

Qian Mengmeng had previously been startled by a wild dog, and her nerves were already sensitive. Now, suddenly seeing a dark object rushing towards her face, she was so frightened that she jumped up, not knowing where the strength came from, and surprisingly leaped onto Pei Haochuan, clinging to him like a koala.

Pei Haochuan returned the crow to the cage on the second floor. As he came downstairs, he held a notebook and a pen in his hand. Sitting on the sofa, he tapped the tip of the pen on the pure white paper and calmly announced: "Qian Mengmeng, due to your recent actions violating the agreement, as stated in the contract, a portion of your wages should be deducted."

Qian Mengmeng nodded and, racking her brains, introduced her strengths: "I, um, am very good at taking care of people. I am skilled in cooking and buying medicine; I can take care of you until your fever subsides. I can handle all the household chores in your home. Can this be considered a way to make amends?"

Although Qian Mengmeng's home is small, she has a bit of a cleanliness obsession and always keeps everything very tidy. Now, in the midst of this chaotic living room, she reclines against the sofa cushion, hesitating whether to ignore it and avoid the annoyance or to act as a free laborer and tidy up the place.

After organizing the garbage classification, she casually picked up the feather duster that was inserted in the vase, intending to sweep away the dust that had settled on the table. There were many items displayed on the table, most of which were various trophies and certificates. Qian Mengmeng examined them closely and found that the competitions listed on the trophies and certificates basically covered all the contests she had participated in from elementary school to high school, all of which were claimed to be events only for the elite among the elite.

She was stroking her chin, curiously gazing when suddenly a small group photo caught her eye, drawing her attention. In the photo, there was only a boy and a woman. The boy had a delicate appearance but wore a serious expression, staring at the camera with a lack of interest, his demeanor somewhat resembling that of Pei Haochuan. The woman in the photo with him was also very beautiful, around thirty to forty years old, with a cascade of coffee-colored curls resting on her shoulders, exuding an elegant and gentle aura, her face adorned with a faint yet warm smile

Am I running a fever?" He muttered to himself as he rummaged through the drawer and clamped the electronic thermometer under his armpit. After a while, looking at the display showing thirty-eight point seven degrees, he said somewhat foolishly, "I really have a fever, no wonder I feel so cold all over..."

Keeping crows as pets

Qian Mengmeng quickly raised the feather duster in her hand and explained: "I just saw that the living room was too messy, so I came to help tidy it up"

As the culprit, the crow now seemed as if nothing had happened, flapping its wings and landing on Pei Haochuan's shoulder, leisurely tidying its feathers with its beak. Pei Haochuan rubbed his head with one hand and gently patted its small head with the other, introducing, "This is my pet, Luo Luo."

"Deductions from my pay?" Qian Mengmeng immediately stood up from the carpet, surprised, and asked, "Why? What did I do?"

Qian Mengmeng looked at him suspiciously and promptly suggested, "I think this is still quite a bargain..."

Qian Mengmeng fell to the ground, covering her aching forehead, her face contorted: "It hurts so much... What is that thing?"

She was lost in thought, murmuring to herself: "Could it be on television?"

"To make up for one's mistakes with achievements?" Pei Haochuan tilted his head, feeling a bit curious about this phrase

Qian Mengmeng pushed the clothes aside and sat alone on the sofa, curiously looking around here and there. Pei Haochuan's small villa, compared to her family's old-style building, naturally has much more space, with two floors and a small garden. The walls are adorned with artistic paintings and calligraphy. However, the garden seems to have been neglected for quite some time, with only an iron-fenced area that is empty and devoid of any plants.

This group photo is probably from Pei Haochuan's childhood, right? I didn't expect him to have such a cold expression when he was young... However, this woman, why does she always feel like I've seen her somewhere before?

The rain outside is becoming increasingly heavy, showing no signs of letting up. Fine droplets of rain flow down the transparent glass, forming small rivers. Pei Haochuan mentioned that his experiment is not yet concluded, and then he went off to the room on the second floor, leaving one to wonder when he will come down.

Pei Haochuan walked over, took the group photo, and silently looked at it for a while. Then he shook his head and placed it back in its original position: "No."

Pei Haochuan instinctively supported her, but upon further reflection, he felt something was amiss and quickly let go. However, his neck was ensnared by Qian Mengmeng's arm, and as he suddenly released his grip, his head tilted downward with the force of her descent. She, unwilling to let go easily, struggled to pull herself upward. The two opposing forces clashed, and their foreheads collided with a sudden impact, both involuntarily letting out a cry of pain: "Hiss—"

Just consider it a way to repay him for taking her in, after all, there is nothing much for her to do while staying here

What, what is it? Don't come over!

The clothes are his personal belongings. Although Qian Mengmeng found them somewhat displeasing, she still restrained herself from touching them. She took a garbage bag from the drawer and gathered the scraps of paper and snack wrappers together, sweeping them into the bag. The crumpled papers that had rolled under the coffee table were picked up by her, unfolded one by one, and neatly stacked. The handwriting on them was messy, containing phrases such as data changes and linear algebra, which made Qian Mengmeng exclaim: "A genius is indeed a genius; every problem they write down is so profound." The crumpled papers that had rolled under the coffee table were picked up by her, unfolded one by one, and neatly stacked. The handwriting on them was messy, containing phrases such as data changes and linear algebra, which made Qian Mengmeng exclaim: "A genius is indeed a genius; every problem they write down is so profound."

"You haven't finished speaking, how could you faint?" Qian Mengmeng sat by the sofa, looked at him and sighed, "You still want to eat crayfish like this? Sooner or later, you'll ruin your health. And you want to deduct my pay; you should actually be giving me a raise instead."

She looked at his peaceful sleeping face, pulled over a small thin blanket from the side and covered him with it, resignedly saying: "Fine, fine, I will take care of you this once, putting aside past grievances."

Qian Mengmeng looked over in surprise and saw the crow looking at her, then quickly turned her head away, not wanting to make eye contact with it