The super rich starts with the self-discipline challenge

Chapter 42 No Human Rights

Meng Jiaen lives on the 15th floor. It is a large apartment of more than 150 square meters. It is square and transparent from north to south. The balcony has a very wide view and is tastefully decorated.

This is simply Zhong Yun’s dream house, much better than Su Wan’s house where he lives now.

I can only say that reincarnation is really a technical job.

He asked, “Is this your house?”

Meng Jiaen took out a pair of brand new slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them in front of him, saying, "Well, my grandfather bought them for me after I graduated."

Zhong Yun suddenly felt that he was a fool for worrying about a wealthy woman like her who owned tens of millions of properties and was in debt of millions.

At noon, he heard the female colleagues in the office talking about Meng Jiaen selling bags, and they felt that she was quite pitiful...

He commented, "As a place for young girls to live, your place is relatively clean."

Meng Jiaen said, "Wang Ying is usually responsible for cleaning. What do you want to drink?" She walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cocktail.

He followed into the kitchen, put the dishes in his hands next to the sink, and said, "I don't drink, Coke is fine."

Meng Jiaen put the cocktail back, took a bottle of Coke and a bottle of coconut juice, and seeing that he had already started to work, she helped him open the can of Coke and brought it to his mouth.

Zhong Yun looked at the Coke that was handed to his mouth and was slightly startled, feeling something strange.

Every time he cooked, the few girlfriends he had would just sit outside and play with their phones, and never offer to help.

After dinner, he also washes the dishes.

It seems like everything is taken for granted.

Now, he has let it go and no longer has the heart to fall in love. Instead, he met two nice girls, one who is willing to cook for him, and the other who will pass Coke to his mouth while he is washing vegetables...

Zhong Yun leaned over and took a sip, then said, "Apron."

Meng Jiaen put the Coke aside, went over to get the apron and helped him put it on.

"Kitchen knife, chopping board."

Meng Jiaen completely transformed into his assistant, taking this and that at his command. She also picked up Coke from time to time and fed him a sip. She seemed to be busier than him.

Like a happy little bee.

……

More than half an hour later, the two finally started eating.

Meng Jiaen first shaved a few slices of beef, which were sliced ​​very thinly. Even though she had never cooked before, she could tell that Zhong Yun's knife skills were very good.

"good to eat."

About ten seconds later, she picked up the meat, dipped it in Zhong Yun's special oil sauce, and couldn't wait to put it into her mouth, "Mmm, delicious——"

She praised, “You are such a great cook.”

Zhong Yun found it funny. It was just hotpot. There was no need for any cooking skills.

"Do you often cook for yourself?"

"No, I haven't cooked in a long time."

"why?"

“It’s mainly a waste of time.”

The two chatted while eating.

Meng Jiaen asked curiously, "How did you learn your cooking skills?"

Zhong Yun put a meatball into the bowl and said, "A few years ago, I opened a store in another province. I was not used to the local taste, so I had to cook by myself. I cooked more and more, and I got used to it naturally."

"You also opened a store? What store?"

"Grocery store."

“Why didn’t you open it later?”

"I lost money, so I can only come here to work."

Meng Jiaen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he suggested, "Why don't you quit your job and start your own business? I'll be your investor."

Zhong Yun smiled and said, "I have failed before, how dare you invest?"

"It's normal to fail in starting a business. How can anyone succeed in starting a business the first time? Just think of it as paying tuition. I have confidence in you. Let me invest 5 million first. Is it enough? If not, I'll find another way." Seeing that she looked serious and didn't seem to be joking, Zhong Yun also became serious and said, "Your real purpose is to make me quit, right?"

Meng Jiaen's eyes were somewhat evasive, and he said guiltily, "I didn't..."

"Thank you for figuring it out."

Should we say she is innocent or naive?

Meng Jiaen said confidently, "Even if you don't have any feelings for Su Wan, there's no guarantee that she doesn't have any feelings for you. If she really wants to take advantage of you, can you refuse?"

"You don't have a fever?"

Zhong Yun reached out and touched her forehead. "Have you forgotten how we met? If she really has feelings for me, would she introduce me to a girlfriend?"

Why am I so attractive and popular with women in her eyes?
No, if this continues, I don’t know how big it will become.

It’s better to play less with her in the future.

Meng Jiaen was speechless. She had indeed forgotten this.

Zhong Yun put a few pieces of duck blood into her bowl and said, "Okay, eat. Don't mention this matter again in the future. If it gets out, I don't know how to face President Su."

The topic of investment and entrepreneurship was finally brought up. Meng Jiaen did not bring it up again until the end of the meal.

Zhong Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she left her house.

Whether Meng Jiaen was just acting on impulse or was serious, he felt it was not good.

He could accept two pieces of silver without any pressure, but five million is not a small amount, it's no joke.

Perhaps, Meng Jiaen could easily take out five million, which would not be stressful for her, but he could not accept it with peace of mind.

The most important thing is that he has no confidence in himself.

He knew that he was not cut out for business, firstly because of his overly high moral standards and secondly because of his bad luck, either of which would be fatal in doing business.

……

At eleven o'clock, Wang Ying came back. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the sound of the range hood in the kitchen. She walked over curiously and saw Meng Jiaen wearing an apron and cooking in front of the stove. She was so shocked that her mouth couldn't close.

This young lady usually doesn't even cook, and she wouldn't even bother to pick up a fallen cup. But she actually cooked in the kitchen, which shocked her for the whole year.

At this time, Meng Jiaen looked back and said, "You're back. Just in time. Help me taste it."

As he spoke, he somewhat clumsily scooped the eggs from the pot into a bowl.

Well, I was caught red-handed and became a guinea pig.

Wang Ying saw that the egg was a little burnt, so she took out her chopsticks to pick up a small piece and put it in her mouth to taste it.

Huh?
She chewed it twice and was a little surprised that it was actually edible!
"is acceptable."

She picked up another piece and put it in her mouth. It was not bad and was edible.

Meng Jiaen heard her say this and took a bite, but was not satisfied and said, "It's a bit overcooked."

Wang Ying praised, "It's already very good to be able to do this for the first time. But why do you suddenly want to learn how to cook?"

Next to it, a mobile phone was placed on a stand, playing a video of scrambled eggs.

Obviously, she learned it on the spot by watching the video.

Suddenly, she realized something and said in surprise, "Is it because of that man?"

Meng Jiaen ignored her and opened the refrigerator. She didn't find any eggs, so she had to end today's practice with regret. She picked up her phone and said, "Wash the pots and bowls. I'm going to bed first."

Wang Ying saw that she had to wash more than just the pots and bowls. She didn't know how Meng Jiaen had done it, but there were oil stains everywhere, and the stove also needed to be cleaned.

She felt a little regretful, "I should have known to spend the night outside tonight."

Then I thought again, even if I spend the night outside, I still have to ask her to clean up when I come back tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she became a little EMO.

Living under someone else's roof means you have no human rights.

PS: I drank some beer at noon, and I was not in good condition for the whole afternoon, so I dragged it on until now. It has already reached 110,000 words. If you feel that it is not enough, you can read my old book "My Exclusive Dream Game". You don't have to read the other books.

(End of this chapter)