Chapter 0004: The Female Rogue

"The pipes burst. Can you fix them?"

The melodious, slightly provocative voice made Chen Liuhe's spine tingle. Definitely a vixen. Though familiar, he couldn't place it.

Hanging up, Chen grabbed his toolkit – tonight's earnings meant the difference between dinner and hunger for him and Shen Qingwu.

Liyuan Community's middle-class comforts soothed Chen's mood. Wealthy marks meant fatter profits. The designated apartment door opened to reveal a bombshell in silk robe: almond eyes shimmering like autumn lakes, wine-red curls tumbling over alabaster shoulders.

"You?!" Chen gaped.

The woman from the afternoon's hit-and-run scam smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Surprised? Can't handle real work after scamming pedestrians?"

Recovering, Chen's eyes swept her figure. "Doesn't matter who pays. Time's money, sweetheart. Let's get busy."

"Watch your mouth!" Crimson flooded Qin Ruohan's cheeks.

"Misunderstanding!" Chen raised hands innocently. "Ask anyone – Chen Liuhe's service leaves clients... thoroughly satisfied." The double entendre hung thick.

Qin slammed the bathroom door open. Chaos reigned – three burst pipes gushed, toilet shattered by blunt force, sink cratered. Waterfalls drenched lace lingerie strung like battle flags.

"You call this burst pipes?" Chen gestured at the warzone. "Should've hired demolition crew!"

Qin crossed arms triumphantly. "Your ad said 'full-service.' Refuse, and I sue for fraud."

"Fraud? Lady, you drowned your own bathroom!" Chen's eye twitched.

"Police? Yes, intruder at..." Qin dialed casually.

"Alright! I'll fix your damn plumbing!" Chen snatched her phone. Two hours later, replaced pipes snaked walls while Qin's La Perla bras became rags.

"Done." Chen lit a Red Plum cigarette amid debris. "Toilet's beyond me. Eight hundred yuan."

"Eight hundred?!" Qin sprang up. "My ruined lingerie costs two thousand! You owe me four hundred!"

"Those scraps?" Chen towered over her. "Try collecting, princess."

Qin's smirk didn't waver. "Three... two..."

Chen's nostrils flared. This she-devil knew his type – the kind who'd rather pay than deal with cops. With a growl, he grabbed her waist...

CRASH!

The toolkit spilled as Chen pinned Qin against damp tiles. "Careful, little cat." His breath ghosted her ear. "Some games burn those who play."

Qin's pulse raced, but her eyes blazed defiance. "Try me, handyman."

Outside, night deepened over Bianzhou. In apartment 402, water dripped like a countdown.