Chapter 1

At dawn, I came across a post online.

"What should I do if I like my female tenant? I've never liked someone this much before."

Just when I thought it was some sweet story about a secret crush, the more I read, the stranger it felt.

The photos this person posted looked like the hallway of my building.

The description also matched me perfectly, but I'm not a tenant, I'm the landlord.

There were people giving him advice in the comments.

"Women are always reserved. Just go for a forceful kiss, and with a bit of push and pull, it'll work out."

"A persistent man wins the heart of even the toughest woman. Plus, you're so handsome, blogger. She definitely won't be able to resist you."

"That's how I got my wife. Once you sleep with her, she'll do whatever you say."

The more I read, the stranger it felt. Isn't this just sexual harassment?

But the next second, my tenant John sent me a message.

"Are you there? There seems to be a problem with the water pipes in my place. Can you come and take a look?"

If I hadn't seen that post, I might have gone.

Because of years of renting out properties, I'm quite handy with things like changing light bulbs, fixing pipes, and unclogging toilets.

Within my abilities, I always try to help tenants solve their problems.

But now, I'm a bit afraid to go over. Not only is that post enough to give me the creeps, but also, my house was thoroughly checked just a few days ago.

The water pressure, pipes, and electrical circuits were all fine. How could there be a problem as soon as he moved in?

I looked at the pitch-black sky outside and felt a chill run down my spine. Even though it was summer, it felt like a cold wind had blown up my clothes.

I'd better assume the worst about people.

With this in mind, my fingers typed out a few words on my phone screen.

"I'm not at home today, and I don't really know how to fix pipes. How about my boyfriend goes to your place to check tomorrow? What time would be convenient for you?"

The chat bubble for the apartment immediately showed "typing", back and forth. The person on the other end seemed to be struggling with how to reply.

I didn't bother waiting and went to wash up.

I don't know if it was psychological, but I felt like there was a pair of eyes watching me from the darkness.

I didn't even take a shower, just rushed into the bedroom. I put a door stopper in the door crack, only then feeling a bit safer.

I had just picked up my phone when I saw John's message.

"How about 8 PM then? I'll be off work by then."

Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

After all, the hallways in city apartment buildings all look similar, and there are countless girls with long black hair who are 1.68m tall like me.

Moreover, that person said he liked his female tenant, which is different from my situation.

Most importantly, John is quite ordinary looking, forgettable in a crowd.

He's not the handsome type like the poster. As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's heart. I never thought such a good-looking exterior could hide such a dirty heart.

Because just now, I saw the poster liked the comment giving him advice, and replied "DM me".

He clearly has evil intentions.

I, like others, bookmarked the post, wanting to see what he would do next.

But what about the boyfriend for tomorrow? I'm not in a relationship.

Thinking this, I called my good male friend, Ben.

I asked him to come tomorrow and pretend to be my boyfriend.

It's better to be safe than sorry. Pretending to have a boyfriend can avoid some unnecessary trouble.