Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Just moments ago I was complaining about no residents needing help, and now someone shows up immediately.

Sighing, Jiang Ran quickly arrived at the door of Room 802, Zhao Jie, who needed assistance.

After three knocks, the door opened.

Jiang Ran immediately stepped inside.

To be honest, Jiang Ran didn't understand why Zhao Jie had given him such a gloomy, impatient look during their last meeting.

This time, although Zhao Jie's expression had improved compared to before, his eyebrows remained tightly furrowed as always.

"Hello, how may I assist you today?"

Regardless of the residents' temperaments, Jiang Ran was ultimately a service-oriented staff member.

He needed to maintain his patience.

Zhao Jie sat on a white leather sofa, legs crossed, and pointed toward the living room.

"Could you help me clean up a bit?" he asked.

Glancing around and noticing the space wasn't particularly dirty, Jiang Ran agreed.

He picked up the broom from the living room and began cleaning.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jie sat on the sofa, watching Jiang Ran's every move with intense focus.

In the depths of his eyes, waves of what seemed like blood-soaked hatred churned and roared.

Yet ultimately, these emotions remained hidden beneath the surface, never openly displayed.

Zhao Jie's family originally belonged to the ordinary working class.

Later, when their property underwent demolition and relocation, they received five apartments as compensation. His family had become moderately wealthy.

After Zhao Jie graduated from university, his parents renovated one of the apartments and let him live there independently.

Later, at the company where he worked, he met Wang Qingzhao, who had recently joined.

He became completely captivated by Wang Qingzhao from the first moment he saw her.

He adored beautiful women of the mature, sophisticated type far too much.

Thus, he pursued her relentlessly until finally, Wang Qingzhao agreed to become his girlfriend.

However, as you all know, what happened afterward...

As boyfriend and girlfriend, forget about sleeping together—they couldn't even hold hands, kiss, or put arms around each other's waists.

Walking down the street, they might as well have been complete strangers.

Eventually, he suffered a brutal breakup.

Then, later still, he resigned from his job and began stalking Wang Qingzhao.

That was when he discovered this man named Jiang Ran...

Now, he had purchased an apartment in Alice Apartment and moved in.

His goal was to kill Jiang Ran—yes, literally kill him.

Though it must be said, apartments in Alice Apartment were ridiculously expensive.

Zhao Jie sold the apartment he had been living in, but it still wasn't enough.

He had to take out a bank loan to finally afford the purchase.

Fifty thousand per square meter—Zhao Jie wanted to curse someone out.

But if it meant making Jiang Ran completely disappear from this world, then it would be worth it.

However, making Jiang Ran vanish without implicating himself presented significant challenges.

After all, he wasn't stupid—if he directly killed Jiang Ran, he would definitely get caught, and then Wang Qingzhao would never return to him.

Therefore, these past few days, he had been diligently studying various books on crime and criminal investigation.

All for the sake of committing the perfect crime.

Of course, before the day arrived when Jiang Ran would disappear, he needed to thoroughly torment Jiang Ran mentally.

"Jiang Ran, oh Jiang Ran, you bastard—what charm do you possibly possess? Just because you were university classmates with Qingzhao?"

Zhao Jie hired a private investigator.

He had Jiang Ran's background thoroughly investigated.

Although it cost quite a bit of money, the investigation yielded excellent results.

After the investigation concluded.

Zhao Jie discovered that Jiang Ran was nothing but an orphan who happened to be Wang Qingzhao's university classmate.

After graduation, he became just another drudge in society.

Absolutely no outstanding qualities whatsoever.

The only thing remotely worth mentioning was that his ancestors must have smiled upon him, allowing him to win an Alice Apartment unit in a lottery.

Beyond that, nothing else.

Zhao Jie initially suspected that Wang Qingzhao might be after Jiang Ran's apartment?

But if you really calculated carefully, Zhao Jie's family owned five apartments. While individually none were as valuable as Jiang Ran's single unit, collectively they were definitely worth more!

Moreover, although Zhao Jie didn't know the specifics of Wang Qingzhao's family background, based on their previous interactions, her family was certainly quite wealthy.

Therefore, this possibility was eliminated.

Thus, the only remaining explanation was that Wang Qingzhao simply liked Jiang Ran.

This was what infuriated Zhao Jie the most.

After all, this hurt him more than if Wang Qingzhao had been after Jiang Ran's apartment and money.

"Alright, everything's cleaned up now."

At this moment, Jiang Ran had finished cleaning the entire living room floor and spoke to Zhao Jie.

Zhao Jie gave a quick glance, then curled his lips: "Oh? Cleaned up? I'm not so sure about that."

Jiang Ran looked puzzled: "What makes you unsure?"

Zhao Jie: "Everything makes me unsure."

Jiang Ran frowned: "Point out specific areas."

Zhao Jie: "Right here."

With that, he pointed the tip of his right shoe at a white floor tile.

Jiang Ran looked carefully and frowned: "This spot is clearly perfectly clean."

Zhao Jie: "Is that so? What about now?"

He made a grating sound in his throat, gathering phlegm.

Then he spat a white glob of saliva exactly onto the spot he'd just pointed at.

Jiang Ran immediately understood—this guy was picking a fight.

But he still didn't understand.

Where had he possibly offended this Zhao Jie?

He had never even known this person named Zhao Jie before.

"Could this guy have mental problems? Some psychological disorder? Does he harass everyone he meets?"

Jiang Ran thought to himself, then used the mop from Zhao Jie's living room to clean up the spit.

"Is it clean now?"

Jiang Ran said.

Seeing this, Zhao Jie spat again.

Jiang Ran mopped.

Then, Zhao Jie spat another glob.

Jiang Ran still mopped.

This repeated about twenty more times.

Zhao Jie became embarrassed because he literally couldn't produce any more phlegm from his throat or mouth.

Finally, he noticed a glass of water on the nearby living room coffee table.

He directly grabbed the glass and poured the water onto the floor.

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Jiang Ran thought, fine, fine, looking for trouble on purpose, are you? Let's see who can outlast whom.

Eventually, after another half hour of stalemate, Zhao Jie surrendered.

He couldn't understand how Jiang Ran's patience could hold out.

Of course Jiang Ran could endure.

After all, he was the man who had helped the Old Man in Room 301 and achieved perfect clearance.

Thus, Zhao Jie finally surrendered and let Jiang Ran leave.

Jiang Ran thought, fine, fine, so you're deliberately picking a fight, huh? Let's see who can outlast whom.

He recorded everything completely, leaving nothing out.

It felt like he was venting his emotions through this process.

Afterward, he returned to Room 304.

Outside Room 304, a tall, graceful figure was waiting.

"Qingzhao? Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

The elegant figure standing at the doorway was indeed Wang Qingzhao.

Wang Qingzhao gestured with a bag she held in her right hand.

The bag had English writing all over it.

Jiang Ran understood—the medication he had asked Wang Qingzhao to buy for him had arrived.

The two entered Room 304 together.

Jiang Ran casually placed his work log on the sofa, then went to the kitchen to get water for Wang Qingzhao.

Meanwhile, Wang Qingzhao curiously picked up the work log and began flipping through it.

She looked quite interested.

Just as Jiang Ran returned with a glass of plain water, Wang Qingzhao turned to the final page.

The page that recorded the incident with Zhao Jie.