The Expensive Coat and the Lover's Heart

"Double the bonus."

"Cheng Li, right? A living God of Wealth. I'll remember that."

...

When Pei Su returned home, the lights in the house were brightly lit. He took off his neat, wrinkle-free overcoat, revealing his crumpled inner shirt, which looked as if it had been "severely ravaged."

He was silent for a moment, realizing it was probably because he had used too much force when extracting the foreign object today, causing the shirt to wrinkle. As for why the overcoat was not wrinkled? Because he hadn't worn it at all when fighting monsters.

Then why did he still have to wear the overcoat home? Because... an insurance salesman had to dress like that.

A blonde youth wearing an apron printed with a fluffy sheep poked his head out of the kitchen. Holding a spatula, he looked at Pei Su and said with heartache, "Brother Pei must be exhausted. I'm cooking, it's almost done."

Pei Su gave a soft "mhm," placed his coat on the sofa, and went into the bedroom to change into loungewear to take a shower.

When he came out after showering, the food was already laid out on the table. Meanwhile, the blonde youth was sitting on the sofa, holding his suit jacket, lost in thought.

Pei Su frowned slightly, and indeed heard him ask, "Why is this coat still exactly the same as when I ironed it this morning?"

Pei Su was silent for a moment, then replied, "Because it's too expensive. I couldn't bear to let it get wrinkled."

That was the suit jacket Cheng Li had spent an entire month's salary to custom-order from a famous brand. To Pei Su, it was worth less than three days' salary, but to Cheng Li, it was money he had earned from diligently picking locks for a whole month.

Pei Su indeed couldn't bear to let it get wrinkled, but the main reason was that when fighting monsters, it was very easy to get splattered with the monsters' bizarre bodily fluids. He absolutely did not want the gift Cheng Li gave him to be dirtied by those filthy things.

Hearing this, Cheng Li showed a look of heartache. He sighed, suddenly wondering if there was a way for humans to get rich quick. But almost all paths to getting rich were clearly written in the country's Criminal Law... and he couldn't do those things.

Although even if he did, no one could catch him, Pei Su had once said, "The law is the lowest moral standard." He did not like people who did not even have that lowest standard—in other words, he did not like lawbreakers.

Therefore, Cheng Li felt it was better to just obediently work as a locksmith.