RFCCRE Ch 33 — Selling All Properties Just to Gain a Chance to Meet Her

Assistant Li, who had remained silent in the passenger seat, suddenly whipped his head around to stare at Xu Yao with bright eyes.

Assistant He was right! Working for anyone else meant it was still work, but working for the future boss lady basically made you half an employee of Ji Zhengqing!

Excuse me, but he was willing.

After a moment of silence, Ji Zhengqing said, “Yaoyao, to be honest, our Ji Group isn’t that great either.”

He wasn’t crazy enough to give away the Ji Group Tower as an engagement gift.

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Assistant Li, who had remained silent in the passenger seat, suddenly whipped his head around to stare at Xu Yao with bright eyes.

Assistant He was right! Working for anyone else meant it was still work, but working for the future boss lady basically made you half an employee of Ji Zhengqing!

Excuse me, but he was willing.

After a moment of silence, Ji Zhengqing said, “Yaoyao, to be honest, our Ji Group isn’t that great either.”

He wasn’t crazy enough to give away the Ji Group Tower as an engagement gift.

Xu Yao didn’t quite understand his meaning, thinking it was just the typical humility of a domineering CEO, so she continued to generously praise, “How could it not be great? Netizens all say that Ji Group is the only company that can rival my brother’s, not to mention the tower’s extremely unique architectural design. The high-tech atmosphere it gives off matches perfectly with your company’s corporate culture, and the president’s office should have a great panoramic view of the entire capital. It’s truly excellent.”

Ji Zhengqing finally realized that Xu Yao was talking about the tower’s appearance. This skyscraper had been under construction since his youth, and he had coordinated with the architectural designer when designing it, and as a result, its design reflected his bold and flamboyant ideas from when he was young.

Ji Zhengqing looked at Xu Yao and suddenly smiled, “Then we have the same taste in architecture.”

Ji Zhengqing had once thought that Xu Yao was like him—she wouldn’t rashly agree to an engagement, and if she did, it would be on the basis of genuine affection.

But he wasn’t an idiot. Ever since the last time, when Xu Yao kept all the fashion designers he’d invited for custom engagement outfits, only to poach them for game costume development, he belatedly realized a fact—

Xu Yao seemed to really just see him as an ordinary fiancé. Despite agreeing to the engagement, she wasn’t in a hurry to marry him, and was only thinking about taking advantage of him.

But now things are different. They had the same taste in aesthetics, which is already a good sign.

Ji Zhengqing asked gently, “Are you staying at the He family’s1 ancestral home now? I’ll take you back first.”

Xu Yao didn’t quite understand Ji Zhengqing’s intentions, so she nodded and let him take them back to the He family’s ancestral home.

Was Ji Zhengqing subtly showing her all his properties? His main source of income probably shouldn’t come from real estate, right? Company profits and stocks should make up the bulk of it.

Xu Yao really couldn’t figure out what Ji Zhengqing was up to until they got out of the car, and He Fan and Lu Ye accompanied her home.

He Fan, who understood Ji Zhengqing’s style of doing things, whispered, “Miss Yaoyao, it’s very likely that Ji Zhengqing was planning to give you a building as an engagement gift.” And even this had probably been because he was provoked by Ming Chan giving her a building.

Xu Yao was taken aback, and thought, Well why didn’t you say so earlier?

If you had said it sooner, I wouldn’t have been so foolish as to praise his Ji Group Tower! After all, Ji Zhengqing couldn’t possibly be crazy enough to give her his main source of profit, the company building.

But she wouldn’t mind—his other buildings were quite nice too!

Xu Yao’s face was filled with regret. She realised that the divine landlady had actually just lost a building!

Xu Yao felt a pain that made it hard to breathe. She suddenly stopped, then turned around, walking briskly back toward Ji Zhengqing’s black RV in the distance.

The car had just been about to start, but the driver immediately hit the brakes when he saw Xu Yao returning.

Xu Yao stood at the car door, looking up at Ji Zhengqing inside. Although he was slightly puzzled at her sudden return, he still had a gentle expression on his face as he asked, “Why are you back?”

Xu Yao hesitated, thought for a moment, and said, “It’s nothing, I just forgot to say goodbye.”

Ji Zhengqing’s eyes brightened, and his smile deepened, “Mm, goodbye.”

He added, “Go back early and rest. I’ll head home to deal with company documents first.”

Xu Yao: “…” Is that it? Don’t you have anything else to say to me?

Xu Yao forced a smile and said, “Okay,” then watched the RV leave her sight.

Pain—it’s just one word, and she would only say it once.

From the rearview mirror, Assistant Li could still see Xu Yao standing there as her figure grew distant. He couldn’t help but say, “President Ji, Miss Yaoyao seems a bit reluctant to see you go.”

Ji Zhengqing was rapidly reviewing the company documents on his lap. He usually had a habit of working overtime on weekends, and if it weren’t for Xu Yao coming to the capital today, he would probably have either flown straight to Haicheng or continued to work in the study of his own home.

Ji Zhengqing raised his eyes to look at his assistant. He could tell that Assistant Li was secretly saddened about not becoming Xu Yao’s employee. He didn’t take it to heart but seriously reminded him, “Assistant Li, less of that love-struck thinking; work is more important.”

Previously, he had misunderstood the situation, but it was fine; they could take their time in the future. The Ji Group Tower could not be given to Xu Yao, but he could still send her something else during the engagement banquet.

He hadn’t even done anything today, so what would Xu Yao be so reluctant about that she didn’t want to see him leave?

Assistant Li looked up at him in disbelief: “…”

Wait, who on earth are you calling love-struck?! And you’re lecturing me?

*

“They’ve already left, yet you’re still watching? Is he that good-looking?”

Who knew when Xu Jing walked over from behind Xu Yao. His tone was slightly sour as he looked at her standing there like a stone statue. Xu Jing hadn’t expected that his friend could have such a charm, making his sister so infatuated.

Xu Yao came back to her senses and greeted Xu Jing, “Brother.”

Xu Jing nodded, pulling Xu Yao to go home. The Xu family’s ancestral home integrated the aesthetic concepts of Northern architecture and Western garden art, combining ancient simplicity with Western elegance, with the two styles complementing one another rather than clashing with each other.

Xu Yao had also chosen to inherit one of these courtyards.

“Brother, do you have any connections to help me buy a few private jets?” Xu Yao asked.

For the wealthy, private jets weren’t particularly expensive; the real cost lay in their annual maintenance fee. However, Xu Yao wasn’t short on money, and thought having a few more jets to switch around would be nice.

Xu Jing agreed readily, “Sure, I’ll keep an eye out for you in the next few days.”

Xu Jing then inquired about their engagement banquet, and Xu Yao only mentioned that it was probably going to be a private engagement banquet and that it would be held on an island.

The Xu family’s ancestral home consisted of several small buildings, and Old Master Xu had always kept one building exclusively for the granddaughter he had yet to find, which was cleaned daily.

Xu Yao moved into the place immediately with Lu Ye and He Fan.

“Miss Yaoyao, the real estate market here in the capital is slightly different from that in Haicheng. We’ve already started recruiting here.” He Fan thought for a moment and said, “Moreover, we have a slight issue on our end now. Although Han Zhao and his team have developed a website and mobile app and have indeed made things easier for many people, there are still some who are unfamiliar with using the internet.”

Xu Yao understood what He Fan was saying. It was most likely the older generation who still had to rent at their age and couldn’t use the internet, who were the ones truly facing difficulties.

After considering the problem for a while, Xu Yao said, “We can’t just rely on online sign-ups for property inspections. We should also conduct offline registrations simultaneously.”

He Fan took note of this, while Lu Ye held the tablet for rental housing, which displayed the backend used by their team’s employees.

The tenants renting the properties didn’t have Xu Yao’s private WeChat, but they had all registered their accounts on the official website using their ID cards. If there were any issues that needed to be resolved by the landlady, they could send internal messages through the official site.

Han Zhao’s programming team had thought this through quite thoroughly, and aside from direct phone contact, the internal messaging system allowed tenants to choose options like “very urgent,” “urgent,” or “general.”

If “very urgent” was selected, Xu Yao’s rental team would respond within fifteen minutes, “urgent” would get a reply within an hour, and “general” would be replied to within 24 hours.

Lu Ye looked at a private message from one of the tenants and said, “Miss Yaoyao, a new tenant named Zhao Haisheng has sent an internal message, mentioning that he has some difficulties and hopes to discuss them with you in person.”

Seeing Xu Yao’s surprise, Lu Ye added, “It seems he’s the director of a variety show.”

Xu Yao came to a realisation immediately. He must have seen how Zuo Ning had gone viral because of her and wanted to follow suit, right?

Thinking back to the original novel, Xu Yao realized this person hadn’t even left his name or description in the novel.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yao smiled and said, “Meeting is fine.”

Even without relying on the original novel, she still believed in her own judgment.

*

Liu Yingxia was frantically trying to contact Xu Yao, whether by phone or email, but it was as if a stone had sunk into the sea. The other party didn’t reply at all and she didn’t know if Xu Yao had even seen it.

As expected of the original female lead, she could still take things in stride. Unable to reach Xu Yao directly, Liu Yingxia gritted her teeth and hired someone to write a letter of apology for her, posting it on Weibo with very sincere wording.

[Yingxia is really brave—daring to publicly apologize to Xu Yao. It’s okay, Yingxia. Recognizing your mistakes and correcting them is what matters most, Xu Yao will forgive you.]

[Honestly, if you put yourself in her shoes, it’s understandable. Back then Xiaxia was probably completely freaked out by Sheng Zhou’s extreme fans and didn’t know what to do. It’s not too late to apologize now.]

[Have her fans been brainwashed too much? Isn’t she just apologizing now because Yaoyao has gone globally viral while she’s about to fade out? And posting the apology directly on Weibo—are you trying to force Xu Yao to respond?]

[Are Xu Yao’s fans possessed or something? If she doesn’t apologize, you push Liu Yingxia onto the trending list, but if she does, you still attack her. How do you know Xu Yao won’t accept the apology? Looking forward to Liu Yingxia’s new variety show!]

Liu Yingxia looked at the mixed comments online about her apology letter, feeling anxious inside.

Unless Xu Yao publicly accepted her apology, it was unlikely that she would regain any fans. However, she didn’t have much interaction with Xu Yao, and Liu Yingxia regretted not having made friends with her when Seeking Immortality had just been confirmed.

“Let’s not worry about that for now and focus on the variety show coming up first,” Liu Yingxia encouraged herself, looking at her assistant and asking, “How’s my grand-uncle? Has the hotel been booked for him?”

Liu Yingxia only had one apartment in the capital, and since she didn’t want to live with her grand-uncle, she planned to book a hotel for him before the variety show started.

The assistant quickly replied, “He thinks staying in a hotel for two months is too expensive, so… he rented a place himself.”

That variety show was expected to take two months to film, so how could the average elderly person accept paying such expensive hotel prices for so long?

Liu Yingxia was slightly irritated at her grand-uncle’s willfulness; it was truly troublesome. With a dark expression on her face, she instructed her assistant to call her grand-uncle’s clunky mobile phone.

Liu Yingxia didn’t like this grand-uncle very much. He was a lifelong bachelor, and since the elderly man had fought in the war in his early years, he had been living on government subsidies all these years.

Now that her resources had plummeted, the only opportunity that came her way was a variety show directed by Zhao Haisheng called Hand in Hand in Our Later Years.

The requirement was for her to bring a grandparent who was still single onto the show, but her grandparents had long since passed away! Furthermore, none of the elderly relatives around her were still single.

Although Liu Yingxia felt that this variety show would be unlikely to make a big splash, she still wouldn’t give up any opportunity for exposure in the entertainment industry. She knew all too well that without exposure, there would be absolutely no chance for her to make a comeback.

So her gaze fell on her distant relative, Grand-uncle Cui Guoqiang. Apparently when this grand-uncle had heard he was going to appear on television, and that the whole country would have a chance to see him, only then had he agreed despite his earlier consideration.

“Sister Xia, the call has gone through.” The assistant handed her the phone.

Liu Yingxia suppressed her displeasure and gently asked the elderly man on the other end, “Grand-uncle, why are you renting a place by yourself? I can book a hotel for you.”

Cui Guoqiang carried his belongings into his place in a small hutong. In a voice tinged with a thick rural accent, he said, “It’s too expensive. Grand-uncle can just rent a place himself. But is it usually such a hassle to rent in your big city?”

Liu Yingxia didn’t quite understand, “A hassle to rent? Renting in the capital isn’t a hassle at all.” You just look at the property through an agency, confirm it, and sign the rental contract, and that’s it.

Feeling hot after entering the house, Cui Guoqiang unbuttoned his military green coat and carefully removed the badge from his chest, storing it in an aluminum container before saying, “Grand-uncle thinks it’s quite troublesome. I still have to fill out some kind of survey form just to rent. I even misspelled several words.”

Cui Guoqiang continued to ramble on, “Thank goodness the country’s policy is good now. My parents’ generation were all illiterate, but I’ve been educated.”

Liu Yingxia: “…” She didn’t want to hear this.

However, the more Liu Yingxia thought about it, the more something felt off. What sort of tenant in the capital would still need to fill in a survey?

Suddenly a name flashed through Liu Yingxia’s mind, startling her into asking, “Grand-uncle, who’s your landlord?”

Cui Guoqiang replied, “I haven’t met the landlady yet, but I heard her name is Xu Yao. This landlady noticed that I’m a retired soldier and even gave me a discount on the rent. It’s much cheaper than the hotel you booked for me, Yingxia.”

Liu Yingxia couldn’t believe it. Seriously? How had her grand-uncle managed to rent Xu Yao’s place so easily?! Netizens were practically fighting over Xu Yao’s properties now, with even Director Zhao selling his house just for a place!

No, Liu Yingxia thought instead—

Xu Yao actually had properties in the capital too?

As for Liu Yingxia’s apology, Xu Yao still gave no response, but she still quickly started trending again.

#XuYaoInCapitalCity#

[Holy crap! Who was it that said Xu Yao didn’t have any property in the capital? Well, she’s finally here!]

[Heads up for everyone looking to rent from Xu Yao in the capital—her business is expanding here! It’s confirmed she owns property in XX Hutong!]

[Ahhh, places in that hutong start at like 400,000 per square meter, right? Sister Yao is incredible. With her arrival, real estate agents in the capital are probably all crying now. After all, she’s insanely competitive.]

[Has Xu Yao finally noticed us, the starving masses in the capital? I’ve always had my eye on the places she rents out in Haicheng, but I couldn’t move because of work in the capital. Now I finally can.]

[There must be so many young people coming to the capital chasing their dreams, right? I really want to know—just who’s going to be the next lucky person to get help from the great Landlady Xu?]

There are countless young people working in the capital, and the sky-high housing prices also seem like an invisible mountain pressing down on them. Just how many young people are crammed into basements, and how many endure terrifying commutes of two to three hours a day?

Even if they don’t become the lucky ones helped by Xu Yao, just being able to rent Xu Yao’s property would still be considered a stroke of luck.

Liu Yingxia looked at the trending topics, her expression filled with envy. Even after stepping back from the industry, Xu Yao still managed to garner so much attention. Clearly, her Weibo isn’t even that active now; she just occasionally shares bits of her life, yet she still has millions of followers.

“Yingxia, can that variety show really be seen by everyone in the country?” Grand-uncle Cui Guoqiang asked, still somewhat uncertain.

Liu Yingxia felt a bit guilty and replied reluctantly, “Yeah, it should be.”

Unless that lousy variety show encountered a stroke of luck, given its flawed formatting, how could it possibly become popular enough for everyone in the country to see it? In any case, Liu Yingxia certainly didn’t believe it could.

However, Cui Guoqiang took it seriously. He took out a blurry old photo from the aluminum container and wiped it, muttering, “Old brother, just wait for me a little longer. I will definitely find you.”

*

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During this time, Zhao Haisheng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He had truly lost his mind and sold his house in the capital, forcibly moving his entire family to Haicheng. It had to be said that his luck was still quite good. After struggling to understand the rental questions from Xu Yao, he successfully became her tenant.

However, his connections and career were still in the capital, so he remained there.

Xu Yao agreed to meet him, making Zhao Haisheng so excited that he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t help but fantasize about being the next Zuo Ning, going from being unknown to becoming a nationwide sensation, now thriving in his career.

Zhao Haisheng arrived at the agreed location an hour early, taking out a tissue with utmost seriousness just to wipe the already clean European-style round table again and again.

Xu Yao soon walked in with Lu Ye and He Fan. When Zhao Haisheng saw Xu Yao, he was so excited he could almost fly, “Miss Xu Yao… oh no, Miss Landlady, Miss Landlady.”

Xu Yao didn’t burst Zhao Haisheng’s bubble, smiling, “I heard Director Zhao rented my house in Haicheng. Are you having any difficulties in your life?”

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Haisheng’s bronze face. Everyone was clamoring to rent Xu Yao’s house and seek her investment, but when he actually went to find Xu Yao with that mindset, he still felt a bit shy.

Xu Yao was genuinely a kind-hearted landlady and truly wanted to help her tenants. But renting was secondary to him, and his real intention was to seek Xu Yao’s investment.

When Zhao Haisheng thought about it, his face grew redder, and he couldn’t squeeze out a single word from the phrases he had prepared in his mind.

It was Xu Yao who spoke first, “I heard Director Zhao is planning to shoot a variety show called ‘Hand in Hand in Our Later Years,’ a dating show for the elderly? Are you facing some sort of difficulty in funding?” 

Zhao Haisheng looked at Xu Yao’s clear eyes and felt a bit ashamed, nodding as he carefully pushed the project materials in front of Xu Yao.

Xu Yao quickly skimmed through the materials, suddenly understanding why Zhao Haisheng didn’t even have a scene in the original novel.

This variety show really didn’t seem promising at all. Zhao Haisheng wanted to take a different approach and create a dating show for the elderly, but he knew the target audience would definitely be limited, so—

He also inserted celebrities into the mix, having them bring their grandparents onto the show to talk about love, hoping to attract some popularity through their fans. The project proposal gave Xu Yao a sense of confusion about the show’s priorities; it was just a mishmash of ideas that didn’t quite fit together.

When trying to reap all the benefits, the outcome of such actions usually results in ending up with nothing at all.

This variety show was likely to flop without making any waves, after all, it hadn’t even been mentioned in the original text.

Xu Yao smiled and said, “Director Zhao’s show sounds great, I wish you success. I’ll check it out when it airs. If you’re facing any financial difficulties, how about I reduce your rent by half a month?”

Who in the entertainment industry isn’t sharp? As soon as Xu Yao said this, Zhao Haisheng immediately understood her meaning: she was offering verbal support, but… that was all.

Zhao Haisheng felt a lump in his throat. He should’ve understood. He wasn’t like Zuo Ning. Zuo Ning was a young person short on cash, and with Xu Yao’s help, he soared to new heights. Ming Chan was an exceptionally capable female entrepreneur. Both were typical examples of people who just lacked an opportunity. In contrast, he had already been in the entertainment industry for many years, and even reached middle age, yet he still hadn’t gained much fame.

He had always known he was an ambitious, yet ordinary person, clearly only possessing average abilities but unwilling to settle for mediocrity. Netizens said Xu Yao had extraordinary insight; perhaps he really shouldn’t be fighting against fate.

Holding back tears, Zhao Haisheng smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Miss Landlady. You don’t need to reduce my rent. You’re not renting out your property as charity, and I can still afford the rent.”

Xu Yao looked at Zhao Haisheng again, then turned to He Fan for clarification.

He Fan understood and said, “Director Zhao has a house in the capital, but he sold it so he could rent your place, Miss Yaoyao.”

Xu Yao paused slightly upon hearing this. Had he really gone all in on a gamble like this?

Selling all his property just for a chance to meet her? Xu Yao couldn’t help but regard Zhao Haisheng with newfound respect.

Xu Yao had always understood that ordinary people were the majority in this world. Talents like Zuo Ning, Han Zhao, and Ming Chan were ultimately in the minority, and the vast majority lived ordinary lives.

But can’t ordinary people have dreams too? Are ordinary people’s dreams not worth mentioning?

Xu Yao suddenly smiled. Well, even if her whole investment went down the drain, she could still bear it.

Xu Yao continued flipping through the project proposal, moving on to the list of guests drafted by Zhao Haisheng.

There were internet celebrities bringing their grandmothers, second-tier singers bringing their grandfathers, and then—

Xu Yao suddenly stopped, staring intently at a page that read: Liu Yingxia was bringing her grand-uncle, Cui Guoqiang, onto the show.

She didn’t need an introduction to Liu Yingxia, after all, she was the original female lead, and Xu Yao had no intention of acknowledging her and simply acted as if she were invisible.

But… Cui Guoqiang!

In the original novel, this old man was merely a side character, barely mentioned in passing by Liu Yingxia, yet he ended up being the most memorable and touching figure to Xu Yao out of the entire novel!

This old gentleman’s first appearance is at the funeral of Liu Yingxia’s grand-uncle. Cui Guoqiang was already past seventy, and having gone to war in his early years, he carried old injuries; he couldn’t withstand that kind of shock and passed away.

Liu Yingxia also met the original male lead at Cui Guoqiang’s funeral, and from then on, the two became entangled.

Zhao Haisheng saw Xu Yao staring intently at a particular page and quickly took a peek. Seeing “Liu Yingxia” written there made him want to cry even more.

It was just one word: tragic! He would only say it once!

Liu Yingxia and Sheng Zhou’s fans had all turned against Xu Yao online, driving her to madness and forcing her to withdraw from the industry. Although most of those doing this were Sheng Zhou’s fans, Liu Yingxia had remained silent and did not help her clarify the facts.

What sort of investment could he possibly attract? It would be more of a miracle if he didn’t offend Xu Yao!

Zhao Haisheng quickly said, “Miss Xu Yao, the contract with Liu Yingxia has already been signed.” So there was no way to change it now.

Xu Yao smiled, “I know, Liu Yingxia is quite good.”

If one didn’t consider the negative press, Liu Yingxia had the most fans among all the guests. Zhao Haisheng had truly gone to great lengths to gain a bit of attention.

Xu Yao closed the project proposal with both hands, the sound of her palms clapping through the pages echoed. She smiled, “So, I’ll invest a bit of money to help my tenant.”

“Huh?!” Zhao Haisheng was incredulous!

Clearly… she had just politely declined! How could she suddenly want to invest?

Zhao Haisheng recalled that Xu Yao had been looking at the guests Liu Yingxia and Cui Guoqiang. That grand-uncle, who wasn’t well-known, couldn’t possibly be the main reason, so it must be… Liu Yingxia!

Zhao Haisheng also remembered Liu Yingxia had posted a handwritten apology letter on Weibo, filled with sincerity.

Could this be Xu Yao’s way of accepting Liu Yingxia’s apology?

Zhao Haisheng was overjoyed; no matter what, he was the one that was going to benefit from it!

Zhao Haisheng repeatedly said, “Great, great, thank you, Miss Landlady! Thank you, Miss Landlady!”

Xu Yao and Zhao Haisheng agreed on a time before leaving.

Just as Xu Yao stepped out of the bar, she heard uncontrollable cheers coming from inside and couldn’t help but find it amusing. This director probably didn’t realize he was also one of the reasons, right?

As soon as they left, a delighted Zhao Haisheng immediately called Liu Yingxia, his words filled with gratitude, “Yingxia, it’s all thanks to you! Xu Yao actually agreed to invest in our variety show!”

He had taken a gamble by seeking out Xu Yao, and thankfully it had paid off!

Liu Yingxia was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. How could it possibly be because of her? Wasn’t Xu Yao only helping her tenants?

“It’s really not because I’m her tenant. Xu Yao had politely declined me before, but when she saw you on the guest list, she immediately agreed.”

Zhao Haisheng insisted it wasn’t because of him, and Liu Yingxia thought about the guest list, which included not only her but also her grand-uncle, Cui Guoqiang.

Liu Yingxia said with uncertainty, “Um… Director, my grand-uncle seems to be Xu Yao’s tenant too.”

Since it couldn’t be because of Zhao Haisheng, it must be because of her grand-uncle, right?

Her grand-uncle was over seventy, and was an old man with no education except for having been to war. Would Xu Yao invest in this lackluster variety show just because of him? Did she have that much money to throw around?

Director Zhao was shocked, “Wait, you’re having your grand-uncle rent in the capital?”


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ACFVFA Ch 2: My Ambition Lies in Raising Fish

The Clear Balance Sect held an entrance ceremony every three years to replenish the ranks of each peak with fresh blood. Every six months, there was a registration and record-checking session to add the names of previously unregistered outer sect disciples and remove those who had given up on cultivation and left the mountain. At the same time, disciples’ seniority was calculated based on this timeline, with the necessary resources distributed accordingly.

Ning Youli had arrived just in time. Had she arrived any later, she would have missed out on a full six months’ worth of seniority. 

At this moment, she sat atop Peak Master Xie’s crane mount, slowly descending. Wispy clouds parted before her, and the blurred scenery grew clearer as the distance grew closer.

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The Clear Balance Sect held an entrance ceremony every three years to replenish the ranks of each peak with fresh blood. Every six months, there was a registration and record-checking session to add the names of previously unregistered outer sect disciples and remove those who had given up on cultivation and left the mountain. At the same time, disciples’ seniority was calculated based on this timeline, with the necessary resources distributed accordingly.

Ning Youli had arrived just in time. Had she arrived any later, she would have missed out on a full six months’ worth of seniority. 

At this moment, she sat atop Peak Master Xie’s crane mount, slowly descending. Wispy clouds parted before her, and the blurred scenery grew clearer as the distance grew closer.

“…If you still remember what happened two years ago, you should have some impression of this place.” The person in front turned his head slightly, his voice carried by the wind.

Amidst the clouds and mist, Xie Lingyun’s immortal demeanor seemed even more ethereal and aloof.

“The outer sect disciple registration ceremony is about to begin. Once registered, you will be able to start learning how to manage the duties of Spirit Cloud Pool.”

Ning Youli looked down and realized the platform for the registration ceremony was the same place where the original host had her spiritual roots tested years ago. However, unlike the grand scene in her memory that had been crowded with people, there were only about twenty individuals now, making it quite desolate.

It seemed that no matter how many people regretted their decision and came up the mountain, only a handful of them would gain the approval of a peak master.

Ning Youli couldn’t help but reflect that perhaps all her luck in this lifetime had been used up today.

“I remember.” She weighed her words carefully. “That day, all ten peak masters and the sect leader were present, and there were many people coming to test their spiritual roots. But those selected as personal disciples… seemed to be fewer than ten?”

“Mm,” Xie Lingyun responded. “In recent years, there haven’t been many with talent.”

The corner of Ning Youli’s mouth twitched. To say that right in front of her face… wasn’t that a bit lacking in emotional intelligence?

She looked at the man with a cool, detached demeanor standing before her and thought to herself that this was probably the fundamental reason why he ultimately failed to win the beauty’s heart in the end.

In the female lead’s battlefield of love, wasn’t every man outstanding in their respective fields? Whether it was the male lead, whose cultivation soared to the Nascent Soul stage in just a few years, earning him the title of Sword Venerable, or the Demon Lord with formidable assets who could fight the male lead to a draw, or even Xie Lingyun, the master of Spirit Cloud Peak before her—who formed his Golden Core at a young age, possessed a handsome and refined appearance, a cool and immortal-like temperament, and was a rare, high-level alchemist who made reviving the dead and regenerating flesh no longer just a myth.

In the book, Xie Lingyun even refined his own life-bound weapon into a pill to revive the female lead from death, gifting her three hundred years of cultivation. And yet, he still wasn’t one of the most important figures by her side.

Although both were alchemists, his disciple, Pei Jue, being of the same generation as the female lead, was even closer to her than him.

—Not only did their skills overlap, but his incompetence in sweet-talking was also a critical hit.

“There’s no need for anything too formal today,” the man continued. “I will test your spiritual roots once more. After that, you can begin learning about the duties of outer sect disciples.”

Those dark, ink-black eyes of his lowered slightly. “Do what you’re supposed to do, and at the same time, don’t neglect your cultivation.”

Ning Youli naturally agreed. In the Clear Balance Sect, even disciples tasked with sweeping the mountain gates had to cultivate to the late Foundation Establishment stage at the very least, that way, they would at least have the strength to escape if they ever encountered any trouble.

The crane descended slowly, landing on the testing platform.

Ning Youli was the first to scan her surroundings. Among the twenty or so people present, only about a dozen, like her, wore pale blue silk pouches at their waists. The rest were guides sent by the various peaks. Judging by the proficiency of their salutes, they had likely been on the mountain for some time already.

“Peak Master Xie,” these people greeted respectfully.

Xie Lingyun gave a slight nod and, without further ado, walked directly to the area designated for testing spiritual power. “Line up, one at a time.”

The naturally transparent stone pillar would react with the corresponding spiritual root once one infused their spiritual power into it.

Ning Youli craned her neck slightly from the back to watch. The brother in front of her had just infused his spiritual power when purple lightning appeared on the transparent jade, followed by a small green sprout emerging from the withered vines coiled around the stone pillar.

“Dual thunder and wood spiritual roots,” Xie Lingyun verified against the register. “Correct.”

The disciple thanked him and left with the waiting guide.

“Next.”

When it was her turn, Ning Youli placed her hand on the stone pillar but received no response for a long time.

Xie Lingyun: “…”

He looked at the motionless girl and raised an eyebrow. “Why aren’t you infusing your spiritual power?”

Because I thought this was automatic.

Ning Youli grumbled inwardly, then turned to the system for help: [How do I infuse spiritual power?]

As a transmigrator, she hadn’t fully grasped how to use her abilities in the cultivation world.

System: [Hold your breath, focus your mind, and concentrate.]

Ning Youli: [I don’t get it.]

System: […What level does the host want?]

Ning Youli: [Is it not fixed?]

System: [Of course not.]

When a person does not continually cultivate, their spiritual power typically tends to weaken as they age.

Moreover, two years had already passed.

Under normal circumstances, Ning Youli’s spiritual root aptitude would likely have deteriorated from average to very low, with the best-case scenario being no change at all.

The system believed that all humans have a desire to grow stronger, and this host would surely choose to exert the most exceptional aptitude.

Yet Ning Youli replied, “Just keep it as before.”

Survival meant staying low-key—otherwise, how could one survive? If she were to become exceptionally talented, she would only be the nail that stuck out and eventually got hammered down.

The system remained noncommittal.

Why was this host so lacking in ambition? What a miscalculation.

But it still decided to make her slightly less ordinary—for the sake of leveling up.

Thus, when Ning Youli placed her hand on the stone pillar again, the transparent jade condensed into deep blue frost flowers.

At the same time, the Peak Master of Spirit Cloud Peak lifted his gaze, just in time for his eyes to reflect that shimmering blue light.

Compared to the “weak aptitude” recorded in the booklet, the jade now gave the answer—”average.”

Different inclinations, yet they were worlds apart.

If “weak” meant she might never even reach Foundation Establishment in this lifetime, then “average” meant she could at least strive to reach Core Formation.

Was there an error in the previous records?

The man’s brow furrowed. After a pause, he still crossed out the previous record and replaced it with “average.”

Ning Youli, unaware that her spiritual root had been upgraded a tier, waited peacefully to the side for someone to come and fetch her.

Sure enough, the one who came was still Pei Jue.

The young man summoned an immortal crane and was about to take her away when Xie Lingyun said, “Go wait for me at the Heart Reflecting Hall.”

What was the Heart Reflecting Hall? Ning Youli didn’t know, but Pei Jue did. It was a place of utter tranquility, where disciples reflected on their Dao Heart1 in silence, and also where important matters were usually discussed.

Why would their master ask them to go there…?

Though puzzled, Pei Jue still nodded.

The Heart Reflecting Hall was very close to Spirit Cloud Pool. Opening the window, one could see the mist-shrouded celestial pools a hundred feet above, with a waterfall cascading down the rock wall beside it, splashing white spray that drenched the nearby rocks in a thick layer of moss.

“Let’s wait here for Master first,” Pei Jue said, pouring two cups of water. “In the meantime, I’ll tell you about the usual tasks required for you to do at Spirit Cloud Pool.”

Ning Youli nodded. “I’ll make sure to listen carefully to Senior Brother’s guidance.”

“No need to be formal,” Pei Jue paused. “Because Spirit Cloud Pool is located at the highest point in the sect, the fish raised here are of higher quality than those in any other pool or stream. There are also many rare species not usually seen, and their medicinal effects in soups or decoctions are even better.”

Ning Youli blinked. “Is it really okay for me to manage a place like this?”

She had only intended to casually take management of a fishpond, never expecting the one assigned to her to seem this impressive.

The lease contract given by the Peak Master was certainly genuine.

Pei Jue smiled. “Originally, there should have been two or three others working alongside you… but Reflected Radiance Pool on the main peak has been especially busy lately, so everyone was transferred there to help. For now, you’ll have to manage here on your own.”

[Spirit Cloud Pool is the most stable celestial pool in the entire Clear Balance Sect. Usually, one or two people are enough to take care of it, and constant attention isn’t necessary. The creatures in other celestial pools require cultivators with the necessary cultivation to suppress them, but Spirit Cloud Pool doesn’t need that.] The system explained in a timely manner.

So it was a job so leisurely I could even drink tea during work hours. Turns out they’re really looking out for me.

Thinking this, Ning Youli revealed a smile with even more genuine sincerity. “It’s fine if I’m alone. I’ll definitely work hard to complete all the tasks assigned by the Peak Master.”

“Even so…”

The more Pei Jue looked at this obedient junior sister, the more he felt she couldn’t handle such rough work. He couldn’t help but say, “The lease contract is flexible. As long as Master agrees, we can assign you to other duties at any time.”

“What kind of other duties?” Ning Youli asked curiously. Could there be a job with better benefits than this?

“Grinding herbs, sorting materials, smelting… and the like.” Pei Jue repeated his earlier suggestion.

“…” Ning Youli chose to remain silent.

Talking too much was also one of the reasons this guy couldn’t win over the female lead in the end.

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Not long after, Xie Lingyun also arrived at the Heart Reflecting Hall.

The man lowered his gaze, searching through the records in his hand for Ning Youli’s entry from years past. There were notes from the original recorder, clearly stating: Ning Youli, age twelve, ice spiritual root, weak aptitude, unfavorable for cultivation.

Now, the age had been changed from twelve to fourteen, and her aptitude had also changed, with the fresh ink marks still visible.

Ning Youli couldn’t see the words hidden by the man’s sleeve, but the system projected them for her to see.

[Something feels off…]

Ning Youli keenly sensed something amiss and quickly directed her suspicion toward the system. [What’s going on?]

Her tone was calm and unhurried, as if she were merely asking a simple question.

Even though it had been caught privately altering her aptitude, the system replied very formally: [Improving the host’s aptitude helps with system upgrades and also benefits the host in cultivating for self-defense. This is a reasonable and spontaneous action by this system.]

[I think your real motive is more about the former…] Ning Youli curved her lips into a smile.

The system’s reminder made her realize that gaining some self-defense ability was indeed necessary. If in the future, giant rocks were to fall and she was still unlucky enough not to escape, she would definitely need to have some strength to break through.

For example… smashing through the giant rock with her bare hands?

“Have you encountered any major events in the past two years?” Xie Lingyun’s voice suddenly broke the silence, immediately bringing Ning Youli’s attention  back.

“Major events?” Ning Youli hesitated slightly. Did transmigrating into a book count?

Xie Lingyun glanced at her. “Yes or no?”

“No.” Ning Youli shook her head gently. “Being able to ascend the immortal mountain two years ago was already the most unforgettable event of my life.”

“…” Xie Lingyun pondered for a moment, then turned and asked, “Do you have any thoughts on cultivating the Dao?”

Cultivating the Dao?

“Of course I do.” Ning Youli curved her eyes into a smile, not yet realizing the seriousness of the situation, and boasted, “The Clear Balance Sect is the number one major sect in the cultivation world. Being able to cultivate here is something many people can only dream of.”

“Very good.”

Xie Lingyun said something that surprised Ning Youli, “If you share the same thought, then that’s good.”

The next moment, a flash of white appeared at the doorway, followed by a cool, clear female voice, “Peak Master Xie.”

A woman with a calm and serene expression nodded to Xie Lingyun. She wore a white dress, with a pale blue shawl draped over her arm. Standing there, she resembled Guanyin carved upon an ice lotus throne, completely devoid of desire and emotion.

Ning Youli searched her memory for the woman’s identity: Yin Chongliang, Peak Master of Profound Chill Peak.

Yin Chongliang is a spell cultivator with an ice spiritual root. The ice lotuses she conjured were pervasive, capable of killing without a trace. She is also the most powerful woman in the entire Clear Balance Sect.

Though formidable, she appeared only once in the entire book—when her personal disciple, for the sake of the female lead, chose to sever their master-disciple relationship. Enraged, the woman broke eighteen of her disciple’s ribs and threw him off a cliff.

And that disciple of hers was the one with the ice spiritual root, whose talent surpassed the original host’s two years ago and whom she had personally selected.

Ning Youli inexplicably sensed that the woman’s arrival was related to her.

Because she, too, was… an ice spiritual root.

Watching this woman that was as cold as ice approach her, the chill emanating from her was enough to make one shiver. The woman glanced at her sideways, her gaze sweeping over her, neither gentle nor sharp.

“You, would you be willing to become my disciple?”

Ning Youli finally understood: So, Xie Lingyun’s earlier words to her had a reason behind them?

Now, a spell cultivator at the Grand Ascension realm was extending an olive branch to her.

Two paths lay before her—or rather, if it were anyone else in her place, there would be only one path:

Seize this opportunity, transform from an outer sect disciple directly into an inner sect personal disciple, embark on the proper path of immortality, and strive to rise above others!

The system felt it had inadvertently complicated things. If the host agreed just like that, when would they ever begin farming?

[Host…]

“Your kindness is deeply appreciated, but this disciple’s aspirations lie elsewhere. I hope you will forgive me.”

Before the system could even persuade her, Ning Youli gave her answer, so quickly that the other three people in the room didn’t even have time to react.

After a long pause, Pei Jue hesitantly spoke up, “This is Peak Master Yin of Profound Chill Peak.” His intention was to remind Ning Youli of the significant status of the person before her.

But Ning Youli acted as though she hadn’t heard, speaking with sincere conviction, “This disciple’s aptitude is mediocre, and I have no great ambitions in this path. Since childhood, I’ve only wished for my own fishpond, to labor diligently and find joy in a pastoral life… In this world, nothing matters more than peace, tranquility, stability, and contentment.”

The gazes of those present turned toward the young woman, filled with disbelief.

Did she realize who she had refused?

This was a cultivator at the late Grand Ascension realm, the Peak Master of Profound Chill Peak, just one step away from undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation!

Not interested in this path… Your ambition… Could it truly be just raising fish?


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GV Ch 7 — The Generous Dairy Cow

The next morning, warmth still lingered in the bedding, but the air inside the room had already turned chilly.

Lin Xuejun stretched her arm out and immediately got goosebumps, so she shivered and quickly pulled it back under the covers.

So cold…

Since men and women shared the same room now, the moment they heard rustling sounds from the men’s side as they got up, the women also immediately sprang upright from their beds. Though they hissed and shivered from the cold, they gritted their teeth and quickly dressed.

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The next morning, warmth still lingered in the bedding, but the air inside the room had already turned chilly.

Lin Xuejun stretched her arm out and immediately got goosebumps, so she shivered and quickly pulled it back under the covers.

So cold…

Since men and women shared the same room now, the moment they heard rustling sounds from the men’s side as they got up, the women also immediately sprang upright from their beds. Though they hissed and shivered from the cold, they gritted their teeth and quickly dressed.

Meng Tianxia was the first to jump off the kang, exclaiming “First!” before dashing out to gather clean snow for everyone to boil water.

She washed her face in a hurry, as if she were rushing off to battle, and her cheeks still flushed, she left with a shout of, “I’ll fetch breakfast today!” before running out the door as if someone were chasing her.

*

Half an hour later, when Meng Tianxia returned with breakfast, Mu Junqing sliced the coarse grain buns and toasted them on the cleaned stove until they turned golden and crispy. He then took out a bag of sugar he had brought from home and carefully sprinkled a bit into the congee.

Though the breakfast had been “upgraded” by Mu Junqing, the buns were still hard enough to scrape the roof of one’s mouth. The congee was bland, with only a few grains of white rice and mostly unsoftened corn grits. The pickled vegetables were unbearably salty, with just a small strip able to accompany half a bowl of congee.

Although all the food was barely edible, the educated youths ate in silence with their heads down, uttering not a single word of complaint.

Lin Xuejun was just thinking that once the roads reopened after the snowfall, the brigade could send someone to the Husehe Commune headquarters to restock supplies, and maybe the meals would improve… when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Yi Xiuyu, who was sitting closest to the door, got up to answer it and found a small aluminum bucket placed outside. Looking up, she only caught a glimpse of a figure running away. It was a man in a Mongolian deel1, clutching a triangular sheepskin yuden hat, stumbling through the deep snow without even turning back.

“Who was it?” someone inside called out.

“Not sure…” Yi Xiuyu carried the small bucket inside and, after closing the door, hesitated before saying, “I think it might be the uncle whose cow had a difficult birth last night.”

“Brother Ülzii, the herdsman?” Lin Xuejun, holding a rock-hard bun, turned to ask Yi Xiuyu.

“Maybe. He ran off in a flash and left this behind.” Yi Xiuyu lifted the small bucket, feeling the liquid sloshing inside. “Seems like water.”

Lin Xuejun set down her steamed bun and peered out the frost-covered window again, but all she saw was the blinding white snow, without a trace of anyone else.

“What is it?” Meng Tianxia circled it curiously.

Lin Xuejun took the bucket, unscrewed the lid, and froze at the sight of the milky-white liquid inside. Her eyes widened in delight. “It’s milk!”

A chorus of gasps and shuffling followed as all the educated youths stood up, their eyes practically glowing as they stared into the bucket. A few nearly drooled before catching themselves and awkwardly sitting back down.

“This must be from Herdsman Ülzii, for Comrade Lin,” Mu Junqing nodded. “Perfect for nourishing you.”

“Right, this bucket should last Comrade Lin several days,” another youth said, swallowing loudly before quickly turning away, pretending he wasn’t eyeing the milk at all.

“Could it be from the brigade leader for—” A male educated youth started to ask, unable to resist his craving.

Mu Junqing turned his head and glared at the other person, causing the male educated youth to quickly shut his mouth. That’s right, they hadn’t done anything, so why would the brigade leader send them milk? Moreover, if it really was the brigade leader who sent the milk, why didn’t he say anything to them before turning and running off?

Yesterday, when Ülzii came to deliver firewood, he had done the same, and dropped it off before leaving immediately. That was clearly Ülzii’s style. Even though they all craved the milk, they couldn’t just lie through their teeth and steal Comrade Lin’s hard-earned reward.

Lin Xuejun looked at the small aluminum bucket, about 15 centimetres tall, and raised her head to address everyone. “Let’s share the milk today. That way, it’ll give us energy for work.”

“How can we do that?” Meng Tianxia was the first to object, standing up and waving her hands. She wasn’t that greedy! Even though her eyes could barely tear themselves away from the milk, she couldn’t possibly indulge!

But Lin Xuejun generously handed the milk bucket to Meng Tianxia. “Comrade Meng, could you add half a bowl of water to the milk and boil it for us?”

Meng Tianxia looked longingly at Lin Xuejun, then at Mu Junqing.

“When you have something delicious in the future, you can share some with me too,” Lin Xuejun clapped her hands together. “Hurry up, we’ll be leaving soon. If we don’t drink it now, there won’t be enough time.”

Mu Junqing smiled faintly and finally nodded at Meng Tianxia.

With a delighted squeal, Meng Tianxia took the bucket of milk and headed for the stove. Normally a whirlwind of energy, she now walked with exaggerated care, as if afraid to spill even a drop.

After adding water to the bucket, she stood vigilantly by the stove, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the aluminum container, swearing she wouldn’t let the milk boil over. After all, not a single drop could be wasted!

Yi Xiuyu had already prepared six cups and bowls, rubbing her hands together as she hovered near the pot of milk.

“Is it really alright for us to drink this?” she asked, thinking guiltily about how she had once nicknamed Lin Xuejun ‘Little Sister Lin’ and complained about not wanting to take care of a sick person… Yet now here she was, about to drink Lin Xuejun’s milk. It was too embarrassing.

“Of course,” Lin Xuejun assured her solemnly, earning a shy smile from Yi Xiuyu.

A few minutes later, small bubbles began to rise in the aluminum bucket, and a fragrant steam gradually wafted out. The other educated youths also gathered around, some near, some far, all inhaling deeply.

The warm aroma of milk smells so delicious~~~

*

An early-rising villager passing by the educated youths’ residence noticed the empty courtyard—no carts, no firewood or dung piled against the walls, no chicken coops or sheep pens, not even a guard dog.

Shaking his head, the villager thought these newly arrived educated youths must be the poorest, most destitute folks in the brigade, with nothing but their own strength to rely on. But then, suddenly, he caught a whiff of an enticing aroma.

His mouth instantly started to water, and he hurried closer to the entrance of the educated youths’ small courtyard, tilting his head to sniff deeply.

Tsk tsk, what’s that amazing smell?”

As he stood there inhaling, a grubby little kid from next door ran over, greeted him, and asked curiously, “Uncle, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh! Just passing by—passing by!” Flustered, the villager wiped his mouth and quickly walked away.

The grubby little kid watched him go in confusion, and just as he was about to continue his errand for his mother, he suddenly stopped.

His nose twitched rapidly, and before he knew it, he was standing in the exact same spot the uncle had been standing in.

So good… so good…

Before long, the grubby little kid had stealthily entered the courtyard, completely forgetting the errand his mother had given him, consumed entirely with the greedily sniffing that intoxicating scent.

…Inside the tiled house, after the milk was boiled, Meng Tianxia eagerly moved aside the milk bucket and carefully ladled a bowl for each person.

Not a single drop spilled or dripped out throughout the entire process.

Yi Xiuyu pulled her sleeves down to insulate her hands from the heat, cradled her bowl of milk, and returned to the dining table. Bending over, she blew on the steaming milk, looking just like a greedy cat that was eager to drink but wary of the head.

The last large bowl in the bucket, of course, was all for Lin Xuejun.

After serving Lin Xuejun, Meng Tianxia added water to the bucket, swirled it to rinse off the milk residue clinging to the sides, then placed it back on the stove to simmer over low heat.

By the time the milk was ladled from the stove to the table, a thin, creamy-yellow layer of milk skin had already formed on the surface.

Yi Xiuyu carefully lifted the milk skin with her fingernail, tilted her head back, and caught it in her mouth. With her eyes closed and head tilted, she chewed slowly, savoring the flavor, then shook her head with a sigh of satisfaction.

Lin Xuejun had often drunk fresh milk like this as a child. She watched her mother milk the cows, then carry the bucket to boil it, steam rising in the air.

The mist always blurred her mother’s face. She would take the bowl and, encouraged by her mother, blow on it to cool it down before drinking it earnestly. Only when she lifted her head after finishing the milk would she see her mother smiling at her with contentment.

During her years studying in Beijing for university and graduate school, she rarely went home during summer or winter breaks. Eager to gain more experience and thinking she might one day inherit her parents’ pastures and livestock on the grasslands, she felt she might not have many opportunities to explore the wider world. So, instead of going home, she was always either traveling or interning at veterinary clinics or dairy farms.

Looking back at it now, it had been many years since she last tasted such rich, piping-hot milk.

The taste of the cold milk she used to drink casually while living alone and the steaming milk her mother used to prepare had both faded from memory, gradually replaced by the aroma of the bowl before her now.

The rich milk first filled her mouth with its creaminess, then a delicate sweetness, its deliciousness warming her cheeks until they flushed.

As the milk slid down her throat and into her stomach, her entire body soon grew warm.

The taste of the dry, hard-to-swallow steamed buns and plain congee from earlier had now disappeared, replaced by the lingering fragrance of milk, so divine it could rival the nectar of the gods, lingering in her mouth and permeating the tiled house.

Her pores seemed to open, sighing softly—this was real. Lin Xuejun could actually see wisps of steam rising from the other educated youths drinking milk with her. Surely, their pores were resonating with their stomachs, expressing their joy to the outside world.

So delicious, so delicious, so delicious… their pores must be chattering, puffing out steam.

“I love milk. Cows truly are the most generous animals,” Lin Xuejun couldn’t help but exclaim.

“I love milk too, and you’re also very generous,” Yi Xiuyu replied, still savoring that bite of milk skin. Even as she answered, her eyes remained fixed on the milk in her bowl.

“Haha, I’m not the one producing the milk.” Lin Xuejun laughed, her bowl swaying slightly in her hands.

“You saved the cow, and the cow produces milk,” Mu Junqing stated with clear logic.

“Cause and effect—good deeds bring good rewards.” Lin Xuejun nodded.

“If you love the people, the people will love you back,” Mu Junqing said solemnly, then realized his milk was already finished.

“There’s more in the pot.” Meng Tianxia pointed back at the small aluminum bucket, where the water used to rinse the milk residue was still simmering.

Mu Junqing hurried over, poured the clear, faintly milky water into his bowl, swirled it to mix with the remaining milk, then tipped his head back and gulped it down in big mouthfuls.

The others followed suit. After drinking the milk, they all rushed to rinse their bowls again with the boiled water from the pot, drinking until not a single drop remained in the milk bucket or their bowls. Their bellies were filled to the brim with nothing but milk and water before they finally stopped.

*

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When Brigade Leader Wang Xiaolei arrived at the educated youths’ courtyard with his hands tucked in his sleeves, he spotted a shabby-looking child crouching beneath their window from afar, tilting his head upward as if doing who-knows-what.

Wasn’t that Baat, the eight-year-old boy from the herder next door?!

“Little Baat, what are you doing?” Brigade Leader Wang barked as he stepped through the gate.

Baat, who’d been greedily sniffing the milky aroma with an upturned face, hastily wiped the drool from his mouth and dodged the brigade leader’s outstretched hand, scampering away like a cat.

The brigade leader stared suspiciously at Baat’s retreating figure for a long moment before striding over to knock on the educated youths’ door.

When Yi Xiuyu invited him inside, he was nearly bowled over by the overwhelming fragrance of milk filling the room. Having gone all winter without fresh milk, the brigade leader couldn’t help but instinctively take a deep breath in.

Now he finally understood what Baat had been sneaking around for under the window.


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SASCTC Ch 12 — “I Think You’re Up to No Good.”

Seeing this scene, Wen Qiaozhou was convinced that anyone else would also think she had been kidnapped.

But who could have kidnapped her?

Wen Qiaozhou quickly scanned the room. Everyone present seemed perfectly normal, and Xu Qingli was sitting freely right in front of him, showing no signs of being coerced or bound in the slightest whatsoever.

He nearly took off his glasses to rub his eyes, wondering if he’d hallucinated. Aside from the first time he’d witnessed the barrage of comments above people’s heads, it had been a long time since he’d experienced such disbelief.

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Seeing this scene, Wen Qiaozhou was convinced that anyone else would also think she had been kidnapped.

But who could have kidnapped her?

Wen Qiaozhou quickly scanned the room. Everyone present seemed perfectly normal, and Xu Qingli was sitting freely right in front of him, showing no signs of being coerced or bound in the slightest whatsoever.

He nearly took off his glasses to rub his eyes, wondering if he’d hallucinated. Aside from the first time he’d witnessed the barrage of comments above people’s heads, it had been a long time since he’d experienced such disbelief.

However, Wen Qiaozhou soon considered another possibility—could this be some kind of invisible kidnapping?

For instance, being blackmailed into doing something against her will?

Although Wen Group didn’t prioritize its entertainment subsidiary, Wen Qiaozhou had spent enough years in the business world to know that industries like showbiz, a place driven by fame and fortune, were bound to harbor all sorts of shady dealings.

The company had strict policies against such underhanded practices, but rules were only rules. Whether subordinates secretly flouted them was something he couldn’t guarantee.

Wen Qiaozhou turned to look at Shui Miao. If Xu Qingli really was being blackmailed, her manager would surely know.

Shui Miao was also watching Wen Qiaozhou and hadn’t expected him to suddenly turn her way, locking eyes with her.

[President Wen has been staring at Pear Blossom for so long… That look in his eyes… Did I misjudge? Is really just smitten with Pear Blossom’s beauty?]

Wen Qiaozhou: “…”

This was the first time someone had accused him of being swayed by looks.

Plenty of people, however, had been swayed by his.

But that wasn’t the point… The manager’s gossipy, relaxed demeanor didn’t suggest she was in trouble or had done anything wrong.

Could it be that Xu Qingli was facing a threat even her manager wasn’t aware of?

A manager was supposed to be an artist’s shield. If Xu Qingli wasn’t seeking her manager’s help despite being threatened, it could mean she either didn’t trust her or was trying to protect her.

Judging by their interactions, Xu Qingli didn’t seem distrustful of her manager.

If it was the latter, the manager still had the company’s backing. What kind of threat could Xu Qingli be facing that even the Wen Group couldn’t handle?

Or perhaps Xu Qingli had some secret of her own in someone else’s hands, making her too afraid to ask for help?

Whatever the case, Wen Qiaozhou couldn’t stand by while one of his employees was in such a situation—especially since Xu Qingli was more special to him than others.

Moreover, ever since gaining his ability, he’d rarely encountered a scenario he couldn’t decipher. This was just a small challenge for him, and he was the type that wouldn’t be able to sleep until he solved it.

“Carry on with your work. Don’t mind me,” Wen Qiaozhou said calmly, giving nothing away.

He had only planned to drop by briefly today, but now he wasn’t in a hurry to leave. After quietly instructing his assistant, he went to speak with the housekeeper.

The housekeeper hadn’t noticed anything amiss either, and the barrage above his head confirmed he wasn’t lying.

Wen Qiaozhou wasn’t surprised but didn’t press further, simply turning to leave.

*

The book explained that the Wen family lineage could be traced back centuries. According to the earliest records, the Wen ancestors were merely humble tailors. However, thanks to their skill, craftsmanship, and eloquent tongues, their business flourished, eventually elevating them to the status of illustrious imperial merchants.

However, it is a universal truth that all things must decline after reaching their peak. Over the centuries, the Wen family has experienced its ups and downs, at one point falling so low that mere survival became a challenge. Yet perhaps there truly is a talent for business in their bloodline, as no matter how severe the setbacks, within a few generations at most, they would always rise again.

One of the key elements of this promotional video was to showcase the Wen family’s long-standing heritage and profound legacy.

Initially, the company’s plan was to simply use a voiceover narration, which would have been more straightforward and easy to understand.

But after Wen Qiaozhou saw the images in Xu Qingli’s mind regarding the other female leads, he decided to divide the promotional video into three separate eras.

The first was the brilliance of their initial beginnings; the second, the vicissitudes during the war-torn period; and the third, their current pinnacle of prosperity.

Three eras, three female leads: the ancient era featured Wen Xiangxiang, the modern era Shu Ruan, and the middle period naturally fell to Xu Qingli.

The Wen family’s ancestors started as tailors, and even now, the clothing industry remains one of their core businesses. They had long since established a top-tier luxury brand, and their associated jewelry and accessories brands were also gaining increasing popularity.

The costumes for the female leads were all handcrafted by the Wen family’s treasured master tailors, each piece exquisitely made.

Xu Qingli’s first outfit was a retro-style cheongsam, and here, the advantage of her childhood dance training became evident. Her figure, which usually didn’t stand out, was now perfectly outlined by the snug-fitting cheongsam, making her appear soft and graceful—utterly flawless.

Wen Qiaozhou sat in a rattan chair by the window, gazing through the newly installed one-way glass as Xu Qingli emerged from the cobblestone path, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Like a refreshing breeze, she seemed to breathe life into the moss beneath her feet, evoking the poetic image of “a girl like lilac.”

The director was clearly very pleased with this scene, praising it repeatedly and asking her to walk the path a few more times.

Under the eaves, Xu Qingli turned gracefully. The dark green fabric of today’s cheongsam was notoriously difficult to pull off, especially for young women. If not worn well, it could easily make them appear older. But her fair skin made her resemble a dewy little green pear, and the elegance and classical charm in her lowered gaze were nothing short of stunning.

Wen Qiaozhou suddenly grew curious. What sort of scene was playing out in her mind right now?

Unfortunately, Xu Qingli’s gaze never drifted his way. Unhurried, Wen Qiaozhou sipped his tea leisurely.

Finally, after filming this segment, the crew began changing props, giving the actors a brief break. The director reviewed the footage while Xu Qingli tiptoed over, watching silently for a moment before retreating just as quietly.

As she turned her head, her eyes swept past the window where Wen Qiaozhou sat, and he caught a fleeting glance.

In her mind, her chibi avatar had also donned a cheongsam today. But unlike the poised and graceful image she projected in reality, the Xu Qingli in her inner world twirled around gleefully before energetically kicking her short legs, hopping into a flowerbed to chase butterflies.

Wen Qiaozhou: “…”

It seemed she was quite satisfied with the cheongsam and was in good spirits.

He had come to realize that this girl’s inner world and outward demeanor seemed to be two entirely different personalities.

In the past, Wen Qiaozhou had little patience for such people, finding them insincere. But for some reason, this time, far from disliking it, he instead felt inexplicably amused.

Wen Qiaozhou observed for a while longer, confirming that none of these people posed any issues to her. Xu Qingli’s shoot was proceeding smoothly, and the little girl in her mind was no longer being held hostage, now brimming with liveliness instead. Satisfied, he quietly left the premises.

At the very least, the person who had “kidnapped” her wouldn’t be among today’s filming crew.

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Leaving the estate, Wen Qiaozhou headed straight to Huo’an Hotel to attend an important meeting.

During a break in the meeting, he stepped out of the conference room for some fresh air and spotted Huo Wanfeng walking past the doorway, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, accompanied by a young man.

The man beside him looked somewhat familiar, though Wen Qiaozhou couldn’t immediately recall where he’d seen him before.

“Second Master Huo,” Wen Qiaozhou called out, stopping them.

Huo Wanfeng turned around, still holding a grudge over being barred from visiting the estate during the shoot today, and wasn’t keen on engaging with him. But in front of outsiders, he didn’t want to embarrass Wen Qiaozhou either. After a brief internal struggle, he forced a stiff smile on his face. “President Wen is such a busy man, how do you have the time to come to my family’s hotel?”

He emphasized the words “my family” heavily, though even without that, Wen Qiaozhou could tell from the barrage of captions above Huo Wanfeng’s head that he was still upset. Smiling faintly, Wen Qiaozhou said, “I was hoping to treat you to dinner, Second Master Huo. Would you honor me with your presence?”

Wen Qiaozhou was notoriously difficult to pin down, and invitations from him were exceedingly rare. Huo Wanfeng was instantly mollified, though he still insisted on putting on airs. “Tonight? What a coincidence. Unfortunately, I already have plans to dine with Young Master Xu. Perhaps another time?”

“Young Master Xu?” Wen Qiaozhou glanced at the young man beside him and finally remembered who he was.

This was the man Xu Qingli had been afraid of at the last fashion event, the one she hadn’t wanted to sit next to. His name was something like Helin or Linhe.

Wen Qiaozhou had been more deeply impressed by the “monster” in Xu Qingli’s mind and hadn’t paid much attention to the man himself. He’d even forgotten about this detail until now. Could he be the one who had “kidnapped” Xu Qingli?

Unable to resist, Wen Qiaozhou studied Xu Linhe a moment longer.

[So this is Wen Qiaozhou?]

[Damn, just a pretty boy who got lucky being born into the Wen family.]

[Doesn’t seem that intimidating. Huo Wanfeng’s just a naive fool with too much money. Birds of a feather flock together, so they’re probably quite similar.]

[Still, there’s benefit in befriending this kind of person. Better play nice.]

“President Wen, I’ve long admired your reputation,” Xu Linhe extended his hand, his smile impeccably polished. “You’re even more handsome than the rumors suggest. It’s truly an honor to meet you in person. By the way, I’m Xu Linhe, just a small-time actor.”

Huo Wanfeng chimed in helpfully, “Young Master Xu is the only son of Director Xu Wenjing. He just won Best Actor at the TV Awards and has starred in many acclaimed works—extremely talented.”

[Having a powerful father sure is nice. Winning awards through sheer nepotism, without any fear it would backfire.]

Xu Linhe maintained his smile, though his thoughts clearly disagreed.

[Damn it, must you always bring up my dad? Can’t you see I have legions of fans? Are you blind?]

Wen Qiaozhou shook Xu Linhe’s hand briefly before releasing it. “So it’s Young Master Xu. My apologies for not recognizing you earlier.”

“You flatter me, President Wen,” Xu Linhe replied. “You’re swamped with responsibilities and your time is precious. Unlike me, a man of leisure. How about… you and Second Master Huo discuss business tonight, and we’ll reschedule our dinner for another time?”

[Slaving away, yet aren’t you still just working for your grandmother?]

[Meanwhile, I’m living the high life, making money effortlessly while eating, drinking, and having fun. Isn’t that much more enjoyable than your life?]

“Indeed, I can’t compare to Young Master Xu’s carefree lifestyle,” Wen Qiaozhou said with a smile. “But Huo Wanfeng and I don’t have any serious business either. If you don’t mind, why don’t we have dinner together tonight?”

“Sounds great.” Xu Linhe nodded, pleasantly surprised. “If President Wen doesn’t find it intrusive, I’d be honored.”

[Hahaha, so getting into Wen Qiaozhou’s social circle isn’t that difficult after all.]

[Seems like that playboy Huo Wanfeng is somewhat useful after all. I should treat him better from now on.]

Huo Wanfeng, however, looked surprised. After excusing himself from Xu Linhe, he pulled Wen Qiaozhou aside and whispered, “He’s just an idiot. Why would you want to have dinner with him?”

“My reasons are the same as yours,” Wen Qiaozhou replied.

“I’m trying to learn about the entertainment industry. Though Xu Linhe’s a good-for-nothing, his father’s a famous director and his mother’s a producer. He’s been immersed in this circle since childhood and knows it better than anyone,” Huo Wanfeng explained. “Do you need to learn about the entertainment industry too? Don’t you already know everything?”

“There are still some things I don’t know,” Wen Qiaozhou said.

“I don’t believe that.” Huo Wanfeng knew Wen Qiaozhou well enough. “I think you’re up to no good.”

“You guessed right.” Wen Qiaozhou nodded. “So you don’t have to come.”

“Now I definitely will.” Huo Wanfeng was never one to miss out on potential drama. “I’m coming no matter what.”

Wen Qiaozhou: “…Suit yourself.”

After they left, Wen Qiaozhou went to a corner, took out a handkerchief to wipe his right hand thoroughly, then threw it in the trash before calling his assistant, “How’s the progress on the promotional video?”

“Everything’s going smoothly,” the assistant replied. “But we probably won’t finish shooting today.”

“No rush.” Wen Qiaozhou said. “Everyone’s worked hard. Treat the entire crew to dinner tonight at Huo’an Hotel.”


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RFCCRE Ch 32 — I Think Your Ji Group Tower Is the Best

Ming Chan giving Xu Yao an entire apartment building set the internet buzzing nonstop. Aside from praising Xu Yao’s incredible instincts as a landlady, a bizarre new ship called “Yao–Chan Has Mines” somehow popped up online.

Ming Chan married young, and even though she is divorced now, she was actually only twenty-five. This group of netizens felt that beautiful women being with beautiful women were simply a perfect match.

Yan Xiang, her junior, even came to ask her if she needed help writing fan fiction.

Xu Yao was simply shocked beyond measure by these netizens’ antics.

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Ming Chan giving Xu Yao an entire apartment building set the internet buzzing nonstop. Aside from praising Xu Yao’s incredible instincts as a landlady, a bizarre new ship called “Yao–Chan Has Mines1” somehow popped up online.

Ming Chan married young, and even though she is divorced now, she was actually only twenty-five. This group of netizens felt that beautiful women being with beautiful women were simply a perfect match.

Yan Xiang, her junior, even came to ask her if she needed help writing fan fiction.

Xu Yao was simply shocked beyond measure by these netizens’ antics.

Xu Yao walked out of the building at Hai City Bay No. 1 and headed towards the lobby of the building diagonally across from it. A few moving trucks from a moving company were parked at the entrance, with everyone wearing the same company uniform.

Ming Chan stood downstairs, watching the moving company employees carefully help her move her furniture,her face filled with disappointment and reluctance.

Ming Chan was moving back to the Mu family’s villa. Of course, this time she was no longer a daughter-in-law, but returning to her own home as the rightful daughter.

Xu Yao walked up to her and smiled as she spoke, “Most people are happy to have their own homes.”

Upon hearing this, Ming Chan turned her head and, seeing Xu Yao, her eyes reddened a bit. She couldn’t help but get choked up and said, “I actually really like it here.”

Xu Yao was very pleased to hear this and turned to He Fan behind her, saying, “Did you hear the feedback from the tenants? Making sure every tenant is happy in my place is my goal as a landlady!”

Little Six chimed in sadly: [Host, you’ve worked hard.]

Xu Yao thought about the more than fifty million yuan that had just been transferred to her and felt she could still continue to work hard a bit longer.

Xu Yao’s rental principles were very clear: aside from commercial properties, personal residences were only rented to those who truly needed them.

Ming Chan clearly no longer met the criteria, and Chairman Mu and his wife missed her very much, so she would move back starting this month.

“Don’t be too sad. You can still rent my office space in Hai City Global Financial Center,” Xu Yao continued as she started calculating, “Given that you’re an old tenant of mine, I can give you a 20% discount.”

The game Shining Star had become a huge hit, and all of its facilities also needed to be upgraded to follow suit. In addition to raising employee salaries, the working environment also needed to be improved.

The original game studio location was not only in a remote area but also lacked proper facilities, so Ming Chan was actually already considering changing her workplace.

Although Ming Chan had heard Xu Yao mention also having an office in Hai City Global Financial Center before, she hadn’t paid much attention at the time. But now, having known Xu Yao for a while, she suddenly realized something.

Xu Yao’s properties seemed to always be measured in “buildings.”

Ming Chan’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Are you saying I can choose to rent an entire building in Hai City Global Financial Center?”

Xu Yao looked at Lu Ye, who immediately replied, “That might not be possible.”

Ming Chan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that an entire building in Hai City Global Financial Center was indeed too extravagant.

Lu Ye continued, “Many companies in the office building have long-term leases, and we can’t evict anyone during the contract period. However, there are some available for rent on the 7th, 21st, and 23rd floors.”

Ming Chan: “……”

So, the entire building of Hai City Global Financial Center really did belong to Xu Yao… 

Ming Chan felt as if her worldview were shattering. After a long time, she took a deep breath and said to Xu Yao, “I’m honored to be able to continue being your tenant.”

She planned to move the game studio to the Global Financial Center. Since it wasn’t at all wrong for her to call Xu Yao her benefactor, she felt completely at ease renting from her, especially with an additional 20% discount!

It’s worth noting that it was incredibly difficult to rent one of Xu Yao’s properties now.

Xu Yao was very pleased to hear this. This was perhaps the greatest compliment for a landlord—she had returning tenants!

Ming Chan’s personal belongings were loaded onto the moving company’s truck, and the Mu family’s private car soon arrived to pick her up. Ming Chan even leaned out of the window, her eyes red as she waved goodbye to Xu Yao.

Xu Yao: …

Was it really necessary for her to have such a heart-wrenching expression? They were clearly still going to be living in the same city, and it wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes to drive to each other!

Behind her, He Fan swiftly pulled out the rental management tablet to input the new information, muttering, “Apartment at Hai City Bay No.1 has been vacated and can be listed for rent after cleaning.”

Of course, although Ming Chan had already cleaned it thoroughly before leaving, the professional rental team still needed to do another round of cleaning.

*

Liu Yingxia was curled up in a soft bean bag chair, hugging a giant dog plushie, staring blankly out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Xu Yao had withdrawn from the industry, yet she still became an internet sensation, while in contrast, her popularity had ironically plummeted within the industry.

Seeking Immortality had clashed with the Yin Fate, the short drama Xu Yao had invested in, leading it to barely make a splash amongst the general public. Now, Xu Yao had even become famous for helping her tenants with lawsuits and investing in a crappy little game, while she herself had suffered.

Sheng Zhou had completely disappeared from the public eye months ago, while Liu Yingxia wasn’t faring much better either.

Xu Yao’s rise to fame led netizens to dig up old grievances, questioning why Liu Yingxia, alongside Sheng Zhou, had pressured Xu Yao to withdraw from the entertainment industry.

Last night, a trending topic with the hashtag #PleaseApologiseLiuYingxia had surfaced, causing her team to, of course, rush to suppress it as soon as they noticed.

Now, the situation had escalated to the point where her offers had sharply dwindled, with the future looking bleak.

“Yingxia, why don’t you just apologize to Xu Yao?” her manager finally spoke after pacing back and forth in the room for a long time.

Liu Yingxia’s expression instantly changed, “Apologize to Xu Yao? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

Besides, who apologizes only after such a long time has passed? Isn’t that just kicking a dead horse?

“What can we do if you don’t apologize? Do you know what your offers have turned into now? Do you even know about that small-time variety show you confirmed to make an appearance for?” The manager suddenly said in a low voice.

“Rumour has it that the director of the variety show sold all his properties in the capital.”

Liu Yingxia frowned, “I heard about that too. Didn’t they say Director Zhao sold his properties to make the show? Don’t tell me…”

Liu Yingxia was so shocked that she dropped the dog plushie she was holding. She looked at her manager in disbelief, “Are you telling me that Director Zhao sold all his properties just so he could rent from Xu Yao?” That seemed way too exaggerated!

Liu Yingxia knew Director Zhao, who was known to have a plump figure that looked quite prosperous. However, she never expected him to be so decisive, to even think of selling everything just so he could become Xu Yao’s tenant?

First, there was Zuo Ning, and then Ming Chan, with Ming Chan especially drawing attention for having pulled in an investment of 150 million yuan—it was all truly enviable.

Although everyone was clamoring to rent from Xu Yao and seek help from this divine landlady, very few could actually take the gamble and go all in, selling their entire life savings to seek out Xu Yao for investment.

Moreover, selling properties in the capital is easy; buying them back was the real problem!

Liu Yingxia was badly shaken and couldn’t help wavering over whether she should apologize to Xu Yao. Meanwhile, her assistant glanced at the time and quietly reminded her, “Sister Yingxia, your grand-uncle has agreed to come to the capital—should we go ahead and book his flight for him?”

At the mention of her grand-uncle, a flicker of impatience crossed Liu Yingxia’s face. If it weren’t for the show, she’d never have invited this barely-related grand-uncle of hers in the first place.

Liu Yingxia was just about to have her assistant book the flight when the manager beside her suddenly exclaimed, clutching her phone, “My goodness—Xu Yao’s pulling some new outrageous stunt with her rentals again!”

Liu Yingxia immediately leaned over to take a look and asked in shock, “Is she renting or selling houses?”

How could renting be even more terrifying than buying a house?

Where did Xu Yao get her confidence from?

Xu Yao’s rental team officially announced today that their mobile app is ready!

Nowadays, the younger generation tend to use their phones more, with the frequency of using computer websites actually lower than that of mobile apps. So while learning how to drive, Han Zhao led the entire programming team in developing their app.

Once launched, the download numbers immediately skyrocketed. It didn’t seem to matter whether or not they needed to rent—everyone wanted to join in on the excitement.

The app’s interface was designed to match the official website, and aside from the essential online exam registration, it was also enriched with mini-programs from the various companies partnering with Xu Yao Rentals.

This included the moving service that has been praised to the heavens by Xu Yao’s tenants, and it’s now virally known online that Xu Yao Rentals also includes a moving company that is both friendly and affordable.

This moving company, which had originally only been competing for market share with competitors in the industry, had now actually become industry leaders thanks to Xu Yao’s terrifying marketing power. Now, even if they weren’t Xu Yao’s tenants, other renters would still consider choosing their moving company first when having to move places.

This collaboration with Xu Yao Rentals was publicly declared by the moving company’s CEO as the best decision he had ever made, leading countless other companies in the industry to eagerly seek cooperation with Xu Yao’s rental team, all bidding competitively for a slot.

For example, “Takeout delivery service,” “Telecommunication services,” and so on, had all been newly launched by the team.

Renting Xu Yao’s place? Order takeout without even needing a membership and still get coupons—and high-value ones at that. A full dinner ends up costing only eight or nine yuan out of pocket!

Renting Xu Yao’s place? Get your internet line set up with no hefty installation fee, and enjoy low monthly internet charges!

Who is tempted?!

It’s the renters!

[The younger generation (it’s me) is seriously tempted. I get takeout for at least two of my three daily meals, and in big cities like Hai City or the capital, a single order easily costs dozens of yuan. But Xu Yao’s tenants get coupons like this? I’m honestly so tempted.]

[…You can still pay only eight or nine yuan for takeout these days? My Tuantuan Takeout membership suddenly doesn’t feel worth it anymore QAQ]

[I know right! Just getting the internet installed costs at least 200 yuan, and the monthly fees are super expensive. I checked the latest partnership between Xu Yao’s rental team and telecom companies—monthly prices are insanely good, basically the cost of one takeout meal.]

[Seriously, with a rental team like this, who wouldn’t want to rent from Xu Yao? No wonder I heard some director in the entertainment industry sold all his properties just to rent from her.]

[Sis above, which director sold all his properties? I need the gossip!]

In the housing market, there is actually a hierarchy of discrimination; homeowners in high-priced neighborhoods look down on those living in low-priced areas, while those who buy low-priced houses secretly look down on renters.

But Xu Yao wants everyone to know that renting her house can make you even happier than buying one!

These newly launched services have greatly attracted many tenants and indirectly boosted the influx of talent into Hai City, making everyone satisfied.

However, when they saw Xu Yao’s latest rental policy, they could no longer keep their smiles on their faces.

Previously, renting Xu Yao’s house required participating in an online exam, and after passing, tenants could view houses according to their needs before signing the contract.

But now, they have actually changed to a lottery system for renting! That’s right, renting now requires a lottery! They were now enjoying treatment that used to be reserved for home buyers in advance.

[Even renting now needs a lottery… No wonder people used to say you had to “get on board” early in the housing market—this is getting more and more brutal, QAQ.]

[As someone who already made it in, I’m letting out a huge sigh of relief—good thing I rented Xu Yao’s place early.]

[Wild guess: does Xu Yao not have enough properties on hand? From what I can tell, her business has always been centered in Hai City—does she not own places elsewhere?]

[Her properties in Hai City alone are already insane, okay? The statistics show that it’s already reached dozens of buildings—several thousand units.]

Netizens couldn’t help but speculate over Xu Yao only owning properties in Hai City since that’s where she’s most active. They guessed that the reason she hasn’t developed rental services in other cities is that she doesn’t have as many properties outside, making it difficult to expand.

However, Xu Yao still remains the undisputed divine landlady in their hearts, without a doubt!

So, when exactly will Liu Yingxia apologize to Yaoyao?

Liu Yingxia’s team was still considering this when they saw that Xu Yao’s rental service had now introduced a lottery system for renting. However, seeing the continued online buzz, they decided—

Apologizing is just apologizing; Xu Yao is truly someone you can’t afford to offend.

The manager began to try and get Xu Yao’s contact information, while Liu Yingxia arranged for her assistant to book a flight for that grand-uncle she had only met once or twice with an ashen face.

Meanwhile, the variety show director who had sold all his properties and was betting everything on this one move was now anxiously waiting to rent Xu Yao’s house!

*

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“Miss Yaoyao, the business class ticket to the capital has now been booked,” He Fan reported.

Xu Yao’s rental service was gradually getting on track, with a lovely team of employees helping her collect rent, and the company’s website and mobile app now also being updated.

But were her properties limited to Hai City?

No, no, no, her properties in Hai City were just a drop in the ocean!

In China’s high-priced, bustling cities, aside from Hai City, the capital is indispensable. And in the capital, there are still so many pitiful tenants eagerly waiting for Landlady Xu to rescue them from their plight—she really ought to go take a look at her domain there.

Little Six was heartbroken: [Host, can’t you take a break? You’re here to retire and enjoy your old age.]

Every day was spent running around for tenants, and even this trip of hers to the capital was to scope out her properties there.

Seeing that her pension for next month had doubled once again, Xu Yao felt that Little Six had a point.

Xu Yao made a decision, “Then after I finish my business in the capital, I’ll also travel around for a while.”

After reuniting with Xu Jing, she had been brought back to the capital by him in a hurry and hadn’t had the chance to explore the city in detail yet.

It’s just that Xu Yao let out a sigh, “I heard that my brother and Ji Zhengqing both have their own private jets, but I still have to fly business class when I travel.”

Is this the kind of travel gear a big shot landlady worshipped by countless tenants should have? Xu Yao felt somewhat ashamed of herself. She thought she could buy a few private jets for herself, just in case.

Naturally, she also had to inform her brother and fiancé Ji Zhengqing in advance about her trip to the capital.

[Xu Jing: Okay. When you come, let’s first visit Grandpa and our parents’ graves together.]

Xu Jing actually wished Xu Yao would just live in the capital so he could see her, preferably every day. However, Xu Yao had gone to university in Hai City, and all her connections were there, so she hadn’t initially wanted to return to the capital with him.

[Ji Zhengqing: I’ll come and pick you up.]

Thinking about the many details of their engagement party that still needed to be confirmed by both of them, Xu Yao readily agreed.

After switching off his phone, Ji Zhengqing immediately had Assistant Li cancel his flight to Hai City for this weekend.

There were countless direct flights from Hai City to the capital every day. Xu Yao, along with Lu Ye and He Fan, took an afternoon flight and landed smoothly in the capital.

Donning a pair of sunglasses, Xu Yao looked around at the bustling airport and said, “I remember Han Zhao saying he wanted to learn how to fly a plane. I really should arrange that for him.”

If in the future, he wasn’t working on computer programs anymore, he could still come and fly planes for her instead.

Lu Ye suddenly said, “I can too.”

Lu Ye could have never imagined before that knowing how to fly a plane would now become a standard requirement.

“Miss Yaoyao, President Ji has come to pick you up. Let’s head this way,” said He Fan, who was quite familiar with Ji Zhengqing as his former chief assistant, so he led Xu Yao away first.

Not long after Xu Yao left, an old man in a military green coat also disembarked from the plane. Looking at the bustling airport in front of him, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Our country is getting better and better now. The plane truly is much faster than the train!”

Clearly, this was the old man’s first time flying, and everything seemed new and exciting to him.

Although the old man was over seventy, he stood as straight as a pine tree and was full of vigor. He waited to the side as agreed, waiting for Liu Yingxia’s assistant to come pick him up.

Summer was approaching, and the airport in the afternoon was quite hot. Xu Yao spotted a sleek black car parked under a tree in the distance.

Ji Zhengqing stood by the car door, smiling gently as he watched her approach. He opened the door for her as she came over, while Lu Ye and He Fan had to follow in the car behind.

The car’s air conditioning was set at a moderate temperature, quickly relieving her from the sticky heat she felt.

Ji Zhengqing asked about her plans in the capital for the next few days. Xu Yao thought for a moment and said, “I’ll need to first go and sweep the tombs tomorrow morning. After that, I plan to take a look at some properties.”

After all, she really didn’t know anything about her properties in the capital.

Taking a look at some properties?

This idea aligned perfectly with Ji Zhengqing’s thoughts. If Ming Chan could afford to give a building as a gift, he certainly could too. Moreover, if it was going to be for their engagement, then he could certainly give her a more expensive gift too.

Ji Zhengqing asked for her opinion first, “Then, shall we go together tomorrow?”

As the Ji and Xu families were old friends, it was only right for Ji Zhengqing to pay respects at the graves of Old Master Xu and her parents.

Xu Yao looked at Ji Zhengqing’s clear-cut profile and suddenly thought of something. In the original novel, the idea that Xu Jing, the richest tycoon, had been brought down by Liu Yingxia was already absurd enough as it is.

It was truly unbelievable for an entertainment industry starlet to bring down a tycoon, yet the original author had merely glossed over this small plothole.

Well, fine—Xu Yao resigned herself to the fact that one day, her brother would be brought down by Liu Yingxia. But as his close friend, didn’t Ji Zhengqing try to help at all? The novel does mention that when the wealthy Xu family ran into trouble, Xu Jing’s friend had stepped in to help, but unfortunately, it was to no avail.

After all, the final boss in a feel-good novel was bound to be defeated in the end.

Xu Yao suddenly began to doubt Ji Zhengqing’s abilities as a domineering CEO. Was he not capable enough? Or was the author just too powerful?

Ji Zhengqing’s long fingers rested on his leg as he asked nonchalantly, “Why do you keep looking at me?”

Xu Yao smiled and said, “I was just wondering if Brother Zhengqing isn’t afraid of the heat. After all, you were waiting for me outside the car just now.”

Ji Zhengqing suddenly fell silent. He turned to look out the car window at the scenery rapidly passing by, seemingly just as nonchalant as usual except for his slightly flushed ears.

Assistant Li, who had been sitting silently in the front passenger seat, smiled inwardly. Just this? Their President Ji was still saving his big move for last.

Her grandfather and her parents were buried in Anlan Cemetery, a famous burial ground in the capital where usually only wealthy people could be buried. Her grandfather and parents’ graves were the largest in this area.

A grave, in layman’s terms, could be considered another place for a person to reside after death. Nowadays, some people can’t even afford to die.

Burial plots need to be rented by the descendants, yes, you heard right, rented.

You might think that the burial plot you bought for several hundred thousand is yours, but in fact, you only have usage rights for twenty years. Once the term expires, if there’s no money to renew the term, your ashes will be disposed of.

This led to a strange phenomenon where some people deliberately bought regular houses just to keep their ashes inside. After all, houses had a seventy-year property right.

Xu Jing, Xu Yao, and Ji Zhengqing placed flower bouquets in turn at the joint grave of Grandfather Xu and their parents.

“Yaoyao, stay in the capital for a few more days this time,” Xu Jing said to Xu Yao after talking at the grave for a while.

Xu Jing was seriously starting to doubt Xu Yao and Ji Zhengqing’s relationship—were they really going through with the engagement? He’d heard that, just for the engagement, Yaoyao had willingly commissioned over a dozen outfits. Xu Jing was beginning to suspect that her trip to the capital this time was really about spending time with Ji Zhengqing and deepening their relationship!

Xu Yao nodded with a smile, “Yeah, I plan to spend more time with Zhengqing these few days.”

After the three had finished paying their respects, they were just about to leave when they saw an old man saluting a tombstone not far away. As they passed by, they noticed a distinct scar on the side of the old man’s face.

Xu Yao faintly heard the old man say in a thick rural accent, “Just wait until I get on TV, then everyone will know about us.”

Xu Jing found an excuse to leave, and Xu Yao and Ji Zhengqing got into the RV. Yes, they were sitting in an RV, which looked similar to the one Xu Yao used for her rental in Hai City, only that this one was pure black.

Xu Yao sat next to Ji Zhengqing, while Lu Ye and He Fan sat behind them, constantly reporting in. Ji Zhengqing’s assistant, Assistant Li sat at the front without saying a word.

“Let’s go,” Ji Zhengqing instructed.

Scanning the buildings was actually quite simple; they just needed to drive around the neighborhood a few times to get a general idea of which building belonged to them. After all, checking each apartment one by one would be too much work, and could be left to the employees.

Through the window, Xu Yao admired the northern-style architecture, even spotting a few small hutongs2 that the RV couldn’t enter, which was quite visually striking.

Xu Yao’s properties in the capital were quite varied. Besides the high-rise buildings, she had also circled a few buildings, despite their dilapidated condition, in good locations near the CBD.

Xu Yao prided herself in being a very competent landlady and felt as if she had a general understanding of her properties. After looking out the window for a while, she gradually felt as if something was off.

Why did the buildings they were looking at now not resemble the ones she had inherited in the capital?

Especially when the RV circled around and came to a stop at the Ji Group Tower; Xu Yao felt that the properties they had viewed this afternoon were definitely not hers! Just why did they look like Ji Zhengqing’s properties in the capital?

Xu Yao had never been to the Ji Group, but from the outside, it was certainly eye-catching, with the large commercial building designed in a high-tech fashion. It must have been carefully designed and constructed, and was no less impressive than Xu Group. It could easily be considered a landmark building.

“Yaoyao, which building do you think is the best?” Ji Zhengqing asked, as if seeking opinions.

Without giving it much thought, Xu Yao replied, “From that batch of buildings we just looked at—which one’s the best? I think your Ji Group Tower is the best.”

Ji Zhengqing: “…”

Ji Group Tower???


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  1. A ship name exuding wealth. Since it’s widely believed that if you have mines, you’re wealthy ↩︎
  2.  A hutong is a traditional type of narrow street or alley commonly found in northern Chinese cities, most notably Beijing. These alleys are formed by lines of siheyuan, which are traditional courtyard residences. While many were demolished during urban renewal in the mid-20th century, several have been preserved as protected cultural heritage sites. ↩︎

ACFVFA Ch 1: Up the Mountain to Contract a Fishpond

“This is the sect’s contract.”

With a tap of his finger, a jade slip slid out from the sleeve of the person before her.

The jade slip, inscribed with faint white characters, was Qingyun Sect’s unique life contract.

Ning Youli focused intently on it and, following the prompt of the disciple beside her, solemnly pressed her blood-stained index finger onto it.

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“This is the sect’s contract.”

With a tap of his finger, a jade slip slid out from the sleeve of the person before her.

The jade slip, inscribed with faint white characters, was Qingyun Sect’s unique life contract.

Ning Youli focused intently on it and, following the prompt of the disciple beside her, solemnly pressed her blood-stained index finger onto it.

The jade slip began to glow, its surface covered with crackling ice-like patterns.

Ning Youli felt both surprised and fascinated, an urge to step forward and examine it closely rising in her heart. Yet, standing before an expert at the Nascent Soul1, she had no choice but to suppress her curiosity with all her might.

“By signing this contract, you agree to become an outer disciple of Qingyun Sect, belonging to my Lingyun Peak, and in charge of the seventeen spiritual pools at the back mountain. Do you have any objections?” The white-robed cultivator asked solemnly, standing before the mountain gate that was shrouded with mist.

“No objections.” Ning Youli’s smiling eyes sparkled like stars, soft and pleasing. “Thank you, Peak Master.”

“Hmm.” The Peak Master of Lingyun Peak nodded, his gaze settling on Ning Youli carrying a hint of doubt.

He had just reviewed the sect’s records. This girl had indeed taken a spiritual root test at Qingyun Sect two years ago, but due to her poor aptitude, no peak master had chosen her. She herself had shown no interest in staying as an outer disciple, so she was sent home without further commotion.

Now… why had she returned, insisting on finding work at Qingyun Sect?

The Peak Master’s eyes lingered on Ning Youli. The smiling girl was delicate and lovely, her face still carrying a touch of youthfulness yet already hinting at a stunning appearance in the future… However, within her smiling eyes lay an unusual calmness, along with a clarity as sharp as frost.

Yet, looking at her slender, willow-like figure, it seemed inconceivable that she would be involved with a contract for manual labor.

Everyone knew that the tasks in the sect’s back mountains required grueling physical work, mostly undertaken by male cultivators. Tasks included clearing the mountain, transporting materials, digging for materials, and tilling the land. Even fish farming… Although the Heavenly Pool had been under the sect’s jurisdiction for centuries and was considered safe by others, it still housed many immature exotic beasts. Coupled with its vast and considerable area, entrusting it to a girl who appeared exceptionally frail was truly worrying.

Ultimately, he had been unable to resist the girl’s sincere pleas. Moreover, Qingyun Sect had a rule: “Those with spiritual roots who initially declined to join the sect may reconsider within two years and, with the permission of any peak master, start as outer disciples of the sect.” Thus, he had no choice but to agree to let her try first.

Ning Youli noticed the man’s gaze and offered him a gentle smile.

This Peak Master of Lingyun Peak, Xie Lingyun, was much more approachable than she had imagined.

“Once this contract is established, you will become the caretaker of Lingyun Pool… The seventeen pools of Lingyun Pool form an interconnected system, all varying in size. It would be inappropriate to hand them all over to you directly. Start with one pool first. You must fulfill your duties daily without slacking off. Understood?” Fortunately, the pool currently only housed immature spirit beasts, so there was no need for excessive worry for now.

“Understood.” Ning Youli nodded solemnly, though her still-youthful face lacked much persuasiveness, causing the Peak Master of Lingyun Peak to frown once more.

“If you prove unable to shoulder this responsibility, the contract will be voided, and you may seek other opportunities within the sect.”

Ning Youli marveled at Qingyun Sect’s generous benefits and humane approach, accepting the man’s goodwill with respectful humility.

Yet anyone could see she was brimming with confidence.

Xie Lingyun shook his head, his expressionless face appearing somewhat  cool and detached. “If I hadn’t happened to encounter you while descending the mountain today, you might have made this trip in vain.”

Ning Youli’s eyes curved into crescents as she said softly, “Thanks to the Peak Master for his hospitality. This disciple will certainly live up to your trust.”

Xie Lingyun fell silent. Though the girl appeared delicate, her temperament was exceptionally resilient. After half an hour of her eloquent persuasion, coupled with her profound understanding of the Qingyun Sect, he could find no reason to refuse.

The silence lasted only a moment before this aloof, immortal-like man sighed lightly. “That would be best.”

… 

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In the end, Ning Youli held the light blue brocade pouch representing her identity as an outer disciple, carefully stored the jade slip that served her as a door lock, and was led to the place she had contracted to manage.

Lingyun Pool.

“Please wait here for a moment. The registration ceremony for outer disciples will begin shortly,” said a gentle, unfamiliar young man.

As the Peak Master, Xie Lingyun had many daily affairs to attend to. After giving her a few instructions at the mountain gate, he departed. The one who brought her here was his chief disciple, Pei Jue.

A gentle, kind eldest senior brother—reliable and harmless, with a warm smile that treated all equally, his presence subtle and pervasive.

Naturally, he was also not the final choice for the female lead in the original novel.

When she first saw him, Ning Youli still felt a sense of detachment, as if she were an outsider looking in on the situation.

Due to the tight schedule, the mode of transportation to Lingyun Pool was sword flight. From the moment she stepped onto the sword, Ning Youli fully embraced her integration into this world, observing the entire journey with curiosity and silence. Even after landing, a lingering sense of emptiness remained under her feet.

“You’re not afraid at all.” Pei Jue noticed Ning Youli’s calm expression. Having seen many newly arrived disciples panic, her composure stood out as particularly remarkable. Moreover, this junior sister seemed to have been raised pampered throughout childhood, and with such refined features, he would have expected her to be frightened to tears by now.

It just goes to show that appearances can be deceiving.

“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Ning Youli said with a smile. “To have the fortune of coming to Qingyun Sect, I hardly have time to admire the scenery.”

Her words were neither humble nor arrogant, carrying a touch of familiarity that inevitably fostered goodwill.

Pei Jue’s gaze toward Ning Youli grew even gentler. “Since you call me Senior Brother, I must remind you that the tasks in the back mountain are by no means easy. Why not join the other senior sisters in doing finer, lighter work, like grinding herbs, sorting materials, or smelting?”

Knowing that this person had overheard her conversation with the Peak Master, Ning Youli pursed her lips into a smile. “I’m not suited for those delicate tasks. My family used to make a living selling fish. I love fish, and I also love raising them.”

She fabricated the excuse on the spot.

Pei Jue nodded in understanding, but then noticed Ning Youli staring at him with a somewhat peculiar look. He couldn’t help but ask with a smile, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Ning Youli smiled again. “I just feel an instant connection with you, Senior Brother, as if I’ve known you forever.”

Who would have thought that the two men she had met so far were both contenders for the future junior sister’s harem… Her luck was truly remarkable.

Upon arriving at Lingyun Pool, perhaps fearing she might grow bored, the young man briefly introduced the pools to her. However, as he spoke, she noticed a faint, almost imperceptible urgency in his expression.

Ning Youli roughly guessed what he was anxious about and feigned consideration as she asked, “Does Senior Brother have urgent matters to attend to?”

Surprised that his distraction had been noticed, Pei Jue paused. “I have a batch of pills I was refining in the furnace earlier, and the time is almost up…”

“Senior Brother should go attend to it,” Ning Youli said politely with a smile. “I’ll be fine here on my own.”

In the novel, this alchemy master would later gift the female lead three life-saving pills, rescuing her from peril multiple times.

Building some goodwill with him certainly wouldn’t hurt.

Sure enough, after some hesitation, the young man agreed. He warned her not to approach the pool casually, assured her he would return soon, and handed her a jade token she could crush to summon him in an emergency before hurrying off.

After Pei Jue left, Ning Youli surveyed her surroundings and slowly let out a sigh.

“So this is where I’ll be scraping by… no, surviving from now on.”

Lingyun Pool was nestled behind Lingyun Peak, so close to the sky it seemed within reach, hidden among swirling clouds. Its waters shimmered like jade, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds above. Walking along the embankment felt like one was treading upon the misty clouds.

Gazing at the otherworldly scenery, Ning Youli couldn’t help but marvel in her heart.

Qingyun Sect, the cultivation sect joined by the male and female leads of the cultivation novel Everyone Loves the Junior Sister, was the most powerful and populous sect in the entire cultivation world. It was also the sect that survived to the end in the final war against the Demon Lord, who sought to annihilate the mortal realm, and emerged victorious as the ultimate winner.

That’s right, among the dozens of sects, large and small, in the cultivation world, nearly all were wiped out in that final conflict. Only Qingyun Sect, under the male lead’s protection, survived intact. Moreover, benefiting from the male lead’s ascension, the sect drew one step closer to attaining the Great Dao2.

As for Everyone Loves the Junior Sister, at its core, it was a cultivation novel centered around a captivating female lead who attracted a harem of male supporting characters willing to fight and kill for her, stirring up waves across the cultivation world. In the end, the male lead won her heart, and the two ascended together, restoring peace to the cultivation realm.

As for her, she was merely an insignificant cannon fodder character, mentioned only once in the original novel. During one of the Demon Lord’s attacks on Qingyun Sect, she was unfortunately struck by falling debris and died, becoming one of the thirty-seven ordinary mortals who perished at the foot of the mountain. Her death also served as a crucial reason for the female lead to reject the Demon Lord.

Thus, upon learning she had transmigrated into such a story where innocent bystanders were constantly caught in the crossfire, she packed her belongings overnight and fled to Qingyun Sect.

—The most dangerous place was most often also the safest. As long as she found a good hiding spot when the time came, she was certain she could survive!

Coincidentally, the original owner had attended Qingyun Sect’s selection assembly two years prior. Although she possessed a rare ice spiritual root, unfortunately, her aptitude remained poor. None of the eleven peak masters showed interest in her, especially since there was another ice spiritual root candidate in her cohort who far outshone her. Thus, she missed her chance to join Qingyun Sect.

It wasn’t that no cultivator had reminded her: those with mediocre aptitude could still stay in Qingyun Sect, but only as outer disciples—meaning that such individuals would likely remain as ordinary outer disciples for life. Without a master’s guidance, self-cultivation would yield little progress. At best, they might live a few decades longer than ordinary people, with no further room for advancement.

The original owner was a solitary fisherwoman with no strong desire for cultivation. Upon hearing that her life’s outcome wouldn’t differ much whether she joined the sect or not, she chose to give up and descended the mountain.

Now, she had “changed her mind,” sneaked back, and managed to persuade the peak master who ranked first in being the most amiable in the novel to let her rejoin the sect. According to the original owner’s memory of Qingyun Sect’s rules, her timing was just right.

Thankfully, thankfully… Qingyun Sect’s rules seemed lenient and friendly, claiming that approval from any peak master would suffice. In reality, however, every one of these peak masters was at least at the Nascent Soul stage. Gaining their approval inevitably required a certain degree of both luck and opportunity…

Ning Youli felt somewhat confident. If the plot could be altered by human effort, wasn’t this a sign that she could survive this death-ordeal smoothly?

“System, scan Lingyun Pool,” she murmured.

[Water domain ‘Lingyun Pond’ recorded. Total measured area of the entire body of water is approximately six square kilometers, equivalent to nine thousand mu3. Currently detecting water quality. Please wait, Host…] A metallic, icy voice abruptly sounded, followed by boundless silence.

Upon hearing this number, Ning Youli nearly failed to maintain her composure. “How much did you say?”

[Nine thousand mu, Host.]

Ning Youli subconsciously pinched the brocade pouch hanging at her waist. This contracted scope was truly beyond expectations… Perhaps she’d die of exhaustion before being struck to death.

As if sensing her astonishment, the system added: [Lingyun Peak is the highest peak in Qingyun Sect, and Lingyun Pool is the most extensive natural pool within the sect’s territory. Host is currently in the probationary period and can only practice with a small portion. However, as long as you stay, the entire pool will soon become your fishpond in the future.]

[Also,] it continued, [if the area feels too vast for routine patrols and management, you can cultivate the technique of object-flight or tame a mount yourself.]

“…Let’s discuss that later,” Ning Youli replied. She realized this was a cultivation world, but it was still too hard for her to adjust to such a large gap in information all at once, unable to quite manage a smile.

In her vision, ripples spread across Lingyun Pool like scanning patterns caused by an instrument, accompanied by text such as “Detecting Water Sample Quality” and “Detecting Species Count,” clearly not functions she herself could possess.

The Farming System.

Ever since awakening in this world, this system had existed prominently in her consciousness. She quickly understood its functions and purpose. It integrated with the attributes of the cultivation world, teaching farming, assisting in farming, rewarding farming efforts, offering multifunctional development, and simulated data related to farming.

In short, it was all about “farming.”

And farming wasn’t limited to the narrow sense of agriculture, but rather, encompassed a broader scope that all but covered food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Of course, before the system upgraded, more advanced features would remain locked.

Just before accepting the system’s existence, Ning Youli had thought that at worst, she could simply not use it, as farming seemed too challenging for her. Fortunately, besides cultivation, the most basic options also included a choice between fishing and hunting.

…Though it didn’t seem much different, the Qingyun Sect in the novel had a place perfect for raising fish, akin to a celestial realm.

And that very place was Lingyun Pool, where she stood now.

In the plot, because Lingyun Peak was the highest peak, towering into the clouds, its silhouette was usually invisible. It was also the last mountain to be affected by the fight between the Demon Lord and the male lead, so its safety level was self-evident. Plus, it was basically unsupervised, with at most, the occasional progress reports required to be submitted monthly, as well as the required number of fish from the pool to be harvested as needed… This was practically the working environment every working person dreams of!

At this moment, Ning Youli’s soul slowlylay flat4—she had absolutely made the right decision. Even if she did nothing all day and just lay around sunbathing, it was likely that no one would even notice.

[Detection complete.] The system suddenly spoke.

Ning Youli asked with interest, “How is it?”

As her words fell, a panel appeared before her eyes.

Lingyun Pool Water Quality: Medium-High (Can be improved)

Total Species in the Pool: 2022

Rarity of Species in the Pool (decimal places hidden): Common 50%, Good 30%, Excellent 18%, Rare 2%, Legendary 0% (Pending Introduction)

Seems quite advanced.

Ning Youli tried tapping the “Encyclopedia” at the bottom, but was reminded that the system was not officially activated yet and the function was unavailable for now.

Before she could ask, the system’s voice sounded again, seeming even more formal than before.

[As the host now possesses land/water with legitimate usage rights, the system will reintroduce its functions and settings.]

[The Farming System can provide the host with tutorials, assistance, and other support. More functions will be unlocked through upgrades, and generous rewards will be distributed based on the host’s level.]

[Upon reaching a certain level, the system will activate crisis warnings to help the host avoid all life-threatening accidents. This is the highest authority and will not be interfered with by any external factors.]

[Does the host wish to officially activate the system and accumulate experience for upgrades? Please answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No.’]

“Activate, activate, activate,” Ning Youli said. So there was actually a secret trump card.

[Please answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No.’]

“…Yes. Doesn’t such a rigid program need an upgrade?”

System: […]

This host seemed a bit… inflexible.

“Ding—” A crisp unlocking sound echoed in her consciousness. Ning Youli instantly felt refreshed, as if a boundless wave had poured down from between her eyebrows.

Looking at Lingyun pool again, she could now see countless ethereal “qi5” swirling and hovering over the water’s surface, each with different forms and colors.

She was stunned, momentarily unable to describe the beauty in words, and couldn’t help but gaze at it intently.

The system spoke again:

[Progress has begun. As the saying goes, ‘Sow a single seed in spring, reap ten thousandfold in autumn.’ Based on calculations from the host’s memories, without human intervention, there are only three years left until the novel’s plot begins and only five years until the character’s death. Please use your limited life to create infinite possibilities, devote yourself to loving farming deeply, and achieve fame and success!]

Ning Youli: “…”

What kind of shameless exploitation is this??


my first cultivation novel translation, please bear with me if there are any mistakes! i haven’t read xianxia novels for a long time so if there are any incorrect terms, let me know in the comments!

the novel is about our main character transmigrating into a novel where she’s destined to die. the mc is very pragmatic, she’s bound to a farming system so she’s very lowkey, just aiming to earn money and avoid trouble. our male lead is the venerable fish ancestor who gets fished out of the spiritual pool by mc! i’m always a sucker for male lead initially in beast form later transforming into a human trope so HGLSDKJSDF also iirc there aren’t any major antagonists in this novel so it shouldn’t be too stressful to read! majority of the plot is focused on the slice of life fish farming with romance and plot coming into play later on.

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  1. Stages of Cultivation: Qi Refining – Foundation Establishment – Core Formation (Golden Core) – Nascent Soul – Soul Transformation – Void Integration – Unity – Mahayana. All xianxia novels may have different latter stages, but generally, up to Nascent Soul is fairly accurate. ↩︎
  2. The Great Dao (大道, Dàdào) is the foundational, formless, and boundless primordial principle in Daoism, acting as the ultimate source, origin, and order of all existence. It is the nameless, natural “Way” of the universe, integrating yin and yang, and precedes all creation. ↩︎
  3. One mu (亩 or 畝; mǔ) is a Chinese unit of land area, officially standardized as approx 666.67m2. It is commonly used for agricultural land and is often referred to as a “Chinese acre,” though it is smaller than an imperial acre ↩︎
  4. Lie flat = laying down flat on the ground, slacking off ↩︎
  5. the circulating life force whose existence and properties are the basis of much Chinese philosophy and medicine. ↩︎

GV Ch 6 — Comrade Lin Xuejun, the Artist

Upon returning to the large tiled house, the educated youths were immediately hit by the warm indoor air, causing them to shiver one after another.

After the brigade leader entered, Mu Junqing and the others hurriedly offered him their warm hospitality.

“Look at the mess you’ve worked up. Go wash your face, there’s no need to entertain me,” the brigade leader said, patting Mu Junqing on the shoulder while quickly scanning the interior of the tiled house.

Lin Xuejun also ran off to wash her face, once again making sure to meticulously scrub her arms and hands.

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Upon returning to the large tiled house, the educated youths were immediately hit by the warm indoor air, causing them to shiver one after another.

After the brigade leader entered, Mu Junqing and the others hurriedly offered him their warm hospitality.

“Look at the mess you’ve worked up. Go wash your face, there’s no need to entertain me,” the brigade leader said, patting Mu Junqing on the shoulder while quickly scanning the interior of the tiled house.

Lin Xuejun also ran off to wash her face, once again making sure to meticulously scrub her arms and hands.

“Oh dear, you’re down to just this little firewood. I’ll have someone bring some more over,” the brigade leader remarked as he strolled around the room, neither sitting down nor accepting the cup of water Yi Xiuyu handed him. Spotting the pitifully small pile of firewood beneath their stove, he frowned and made to leave.

Just as he pushed open the door, he bumped into someone. It was none other than Ülzii. His gaze dropped to the bundle of firewood clutched in the herdsman’s arms.

“Great minds really do think alike,” the brigade leader laughed heartily, stepping aside to let Ülzii in.

Ülzii hesitated before taking a tentative step forward. Glancing down, he noticed that although the floor of the educated youths’ house was made of concrete, it had been swept clean. Then, looking at his own shoes, caked with cow dung, mud, and snow, he withdrew his foot. Bending down, he placed the large bundle of split firewood on the ground, peeked inside the house, exchanged a brief glance with the brigade leader, and then hurried off without a word.

It was as if he feared being thanked, fleeing like a shadow.

“Hey—” The brigade leader called out, but seeing that he couldn’t stop him, he closed the door.

“Ülzii brought you more firewood. Use this for now, and I’ll see which families have extra firewood or cow dung to spare for you later. It’s getting late, so it’s time for you to sleep. I’ll be off now,” the brigade leader said while gripping the doorknob, his eyes fixed on Lin Xuejun, who had just finished washing her face and was drying herself with a towel.

“Thank you, Brigade Leader,” Lin Xuejun said hastily, tossing the towel onto the washbasin stand and rushing to the door to see him out.

But the brigade leader waved her off with a “No need,” before hurrying away.

Left behind, the roomful of educated youths stared at one another, unsure how to break the silence after everything that had just happened.

They wanted to praise Lin Xuejun, but given that they weren’t that familiar with her yet, they feared coming across as sycophantic or foolish, so they could only remain in this somewhat awkward stalemate.

They yearned to talk about the events of the evening, but it had all happened so fast—they hadn’t fully processed it yet, hadn’t even grasped the full weight of it, leaving them tangled in confusion.

The room full of young people who came from all corners of the country, who were strangers, but were now expected to eat and live together every day, had just shared the heart-pounding experience of witnessing the miracle of birth. Their blood still raced with excitement, yet not a single word could be spoken.

*

Meanwhile, Wang Ying, the medic, made her way back through the night to her quarters. The first thing she did upon entering was to lovingly wipe her rubber gloves over and over, even applying a dab of snowflake cream to them.

Afraid the gloves might be damaged by the oil lamp’s flame, she inspected them carefully under the moonlight, checking for any signs of wear. Later, just as she was about to fall asleep, she got up again to touch them once more.

While she marveled at Lin Xuejun’s daring act of reaching into the cow’s rear to save the calf, her heart still ached for her gloves all the same. As she caressed them, Wang Ying felt a sudden wave of relief: at least treating humans wouldn’t require her to wear her beloved little gloves and reach into anyone’s backside.

*

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On the other side, in the large tiled house of the small courtyard, the educated youths lay on the heated kang, stuffed with the dry firewood sent by Ülzii, their faces flushed, ears burning, and eyes wide open.

Staring at the ceiling, they felt nothing but excitement—how could they possibly fall asleep at such a time?

The male educated youths tossed and turned like pancakes for a long time before Meng Tianxia finally couldn’t take it anymore, “Are you guys going to sleep or not? Is the kang too hot, making you restless?”

“The kang is so warm. It’s the first time I’ve felt this warm since leaving home. Even the marrow in my bones, frozen to ice, has thawed,” one male educated youth immediately chimed in, his voice brimming with happiness.

“If it had been this warm earlier, Comrade Lin Xuejun’s cold would have healed long ago,” another added.

“If Comrade Lin Xuejun hadn’t recovered, who would have treated the villagers’ cows? And if no one treated the cows, who would have sent us firewood? Every household has limited supplies. No one would just give it away for nothing,” Meng Tianxia retorted quickly.

“So, who’s really bringing the warmth—the fellow villagers or Comrade Lin?” Yi Xiuyu interjected.

“Both. But of course, it’s Comrade Lin who brought warmth to the villagers first, and then the villagers returned the favor.”

“And we, who didn’t do anything for the villagers, get to share in the warmth too.”

“Haha, we owe our thanks to Comrade Lin… Ah, it’s so cozy!”

“I was afraid that if I failed, I’d drag you all down with me,” said Lin Xuejun, still shaken. Even decades later, there would still be lives lost due to difficult calving.

“What’s there to fear? It’s not like we caused the cow’s difficult birth. We tried to help, and even if it didn’t work out, your intentions were good.”

“Exactly.”

“Besides, you’re so skilled—just go for it boldly.”

“Thankfully, it worked out in the end.” Lin Xuejun wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, too embarrassed to say much more. Luckily, the oil lamp was already out, so no one could see her grinning like a little mouse that had stolen oil, her smile so wide she could barely close her mouth after being praised so much.

She pulled the quilt up to cover everything below her nose, otherwise, the cold air in the room might freeze her front teeth.

“Hey, why isn’t Comrade Mu saying anything? Could he actually be asleep?” one male educated youth suddenly asked.

“I keep thinking about a phrase,” Mu Junqing finally spoke up.

“What phrase?” Meng Tianxia grew curious.

“Comrade Lin Xuejun is like an artist, mastering the art of turning sorrowful faces into joyful ones.” Mu Junqing then muttered to himself, “In the phrase ‘mastering the art of turning sorrowful faces,’ would it sound better to replace ‘turning’ with ‘transforming’? ‘Turning sorrowful faces into joyful ones’ versus ‘transforming the art of turning sorrowful faces’—which word works better?”

No one cared whether it was “turning” or “transforming.” They were all captivated by Mu Junqing’s sudden poetic flair. The cheerful educated youths erupted in excitement:

“That was legendary!”

“Holy crap!”

“Such eloquence! Well said!”

“How about we start a Husehe Commune newspaper and write about the heroic deeds of us eight educated youths?”

“‘Lin Xuejun, an Educated Youth, Bravely Save a Herdsman’s Pregnant Cow’—yes, let’s use that as the headline.”

“Yours isn’t good. I think it should be ‘Lin Xuejun’s Spirit Shines Brightly in Delivering a Difficult Birth for a Cow.'”

Even the introverted ones couldn’t stop chiming in with a, “So impressive.” “Really well said.”

And throughout the entire discussion, Lin Xuejun didn’t say a word.

She had already pulled the quilt covering her nose and mouth over her head, feeling utterly mortified! She had to wrap herself tightly in the quilt to keep from laughing out loud and wriggling around like a worm under the covers.

Good grief, what kind of embarrassing role-play was this?!

She was just too… too…

Too happy!


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SASCTC Ch 11 — A Kidnapping?

Xu Qingli returned home with a heavy heart, still feeling gloomy. She just wanted to indulge a little and maybe have some barbecue and beer.

But her assistant, Xiao Yezi, strictly enforced Shui Miao’s orders, keeping a tight rein on her diet. At this late hour, she could forget about her beloved barbecue and beer. She wasn’t even allowed any other snacks. At most, she was only allowed to have a glass of milk.

According to Shui Miao, even if Xu Qingli’s relationship with Wen Qiaozhou was currently in its ambiguous phase, she was still a celebrity. As long as she hadn’t officially left the industry yet, she had no choice but to maintain her image.

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Xu Qingli returned home with a heavy heart, still feeling gloomy. She just wanted to indulge a little and maybe have some barbecue and beer.

But her assistant, Xiao Yezi, strictly enforced Shui Miao’s orders, keeping a tight rein on her diet. At this late hour, she could forget about her beloved barbecue and beer. She wasn’t even allowed any other snacks. At most, she was only allowed to have a glass of milk.

According to Shui Miao, even if Xu Qingli’s relationship with Wen Qiaozhou was currently in its ambiguous phase, she was still a celebrity. As long as she hadn’t officially left the industry yet, she had no choice but to maintain her image.

What if her connection to the Wen family turned out to be nothing? What if Wen Qiaozhou was just momentarily infatuated with her looks? If she ended up gaining weight, would he still like her?

Xu Qingli had no energy to argue with her and didn’t want to make things difficult for her assistant either, so she simply retreated to her bedroom, claiming she needed rest.

But sleep seemed to elude her. Instead, she pulled out her sketchpad and sat by the bed, drawing.

Whenever she was upset or facing difficulties, focusing on drawing always helped her to calm down.

Today, Xu Qingli wanted to sketch a comic of Wen Qiaozhou getting beaten up.

Though he hadn’t actually done anything to her, his attention alone had already put immense pressure on her. Anyways, it wasn’t like Wen Qiaozhou would ever find out about this. This was just a way for her to vent her anger peacefully.

She first started with an outline, but when she glanced back at it, she immediately forgot her original intention as the sketch was just too striking.

No wonder the author had declared him the most handsome man in the entire novel. Even as a mere outline, he was breathtaking.

Fictional characters really were the most handsome.

Xu Qingli had been drawing since childhood, and beautiful things always compelled her to capture them on paper, whether it be landscapes or people. She’d sketched plenty of attractive faces in real life, but none seemed to hold the same allure for her as Wen Qiaozhou’s.

Her desire to draw him getting pummeled faded. Now, she just wanted to create a proper portrait of this beauty. But as she tried filling in the details, she hit a snag—she didn’t actually know Wen Qiaozhou very well at all, and had little grasp of the specifics of his physique or facial features.

Attempting to fill in the gaps based on vague impressions or her general understanding of beauty only led to missteps.

He really was hard to draw. But then again, the most exquisite things always were—favored by the Creator, where the slightest deviation could ruin everything.

In the end, Xu Qingli gave up, unable to proceed further, and tucked the half-finished sketch into a drawer.

Next time she saw Wen Qiaozhou, she’d have to overcome her social anxiety and steal a few more glances.

Otherwise, this whole transmigration would feel like it had been wasted on her.

*

But the next morning, when Shui Miao knocked on her door bright and early to remind her about submitting documents at the company, all thoughts of admiring handsome men soon vanished from her mind.

What did Wen Qiaozhou even want with her information?

Couldn’t he just ask her directly if he wanted to know something? This was seriously unsettling!

Shui Miao was equally puzzled. When they arrived at the company and met Gao Xuan, she tried probing him for answers.

Gao Xuan clearly didn’t know the answer either, and simply handed over the form with a smile, explaining that it was something that was required by headquarters.

The form spanned five full A4 pages, covering everything imaginable, from basic details like height, weight, and blood type, to psychological aspects like hobbies, favorite colors, and foods, all the way down to environmental factors, including specifics like where she sat in kindergarten or who her first dance teacher had been. The list went on and on.

“There’s quite a bit to fill out, but just answer what you remember. It’s fine to leave blanks if you’re unsure,” Gao Xuan added helpfully.

Needing this much information from her… was definitely suspicious.

Shui Miao skimmed through the documents and gave Xu Qingli a meaningful look that seemed to say, Looks like you might really be part of the Wen family.

In this form, the proportion of questions about her childhood was noticeably larger.

But Xu Qingli wondered, Did Wen Qiaozhou want to see her real handwriting?

She could mimic the original owner’s handwriting temporarily, but with so many questions and having to write extensively while thinking, it was inevitable that she might slip up.

Had he truly noticed something off about her?

“Director Gao, is there an electronic version?” Xu Qingli quietly probed Gao Xuan. “With so many questions, if I make a mistake, rewriting would be troublesome… I think an electronic version would be more convenient… What do you think?”

“There is,” Gao Xuan replied without hesitation, even praising her. “Miss Xu is so thoughtful. I’ll send it to you right away.”

So straightforward?

Wasn’t this about checking her handwriting?

Xu Qingli was a bit puzzled.

But regardless, since Gao Xuan had already accommodated her request, Xu Qingli couldn’t say much else and had to exchange contact details with him.

Gao Xuan sent over the electronic version with a pleasant attitude, “Miss Xu, feel free to take it home and fill it out at your leisure. Just hand it to me when we shoot the promotional video this weekend.”

After all, it wasn’t very realistic to expect her to finish filling out so much information on the spot.

Xu Qingli agreed.

Seeing he had nothing else, the two took their leave.

Back in Shui Miao’s office, she quickly closed the door and stared intently at Xu Qingli.

“What’s wrong?” Xu Qingli felt unnerved by her gaze and touched her face. “Is there something on my face?”

“How are you so calm right now?” Shui Miao whispered excitedly. “Haven’t you realized yet?”

“Realized what?” Xu Qingli was confused.

“My guess must be right,” Shui Miao grabbed her hand. “Look, President Wen wasn’t even here today.”

“Huh?” Xu Qingli became even more confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

“President Wen paying so much attention to you can only mean two things: either he likes you, or you’re somehow connected to the Wen family,” Shui Miao analyzed logically. “Honestly, these documents seem extensive, but there’s nothing particularly special about them. If he liked you and wanted this much information, he should’ve called you to his office to fill it out in front of him—that way, he could keep looking at you…”

“…” Xu Qingli was speechless. “Sis, it’s such a shame you’re not a screenwriter.”

“You’re not even a little excited?” Shui Miao looked at her. “Since he didn’t use the documents as an excuse to see you, it’s more likely that your background is tied to the Wen family. Don’t you want to be part of the Wen family?”

Xu Qingli shook her head vigorously. “No.”

“Why not?” Shui Miao was surprised. Wasn’t it her dream to have a prestigious background?

“Just look at Wen Xiangxiang’s resources: aren’t you envious? And she’s just a distant relative. Yet President Wen personally intervened for you and is being so cautious about it… It must be a significant connection.”

All Xu Qingli wanted to do was leave the entertainment industry, so she felt no envy for Wen Xiangxiang’s resources. The only thing she envied was her freedom to come and go in the industry. However, being part of the Wen family would undoubtedly only bring her more complications, not less.

For example, according to the novel, Wen Qiaozhou alone had dozens of cousins, not to mention all his other relatives. Just thinking about it was already overwhelming. Besides, if the original owner really was part of the Wen family, why had she been left outside? This likely involved many secrets of high society, and just imagining all the drama and intrigue was enough to make her want to scream for help.

Compared to Shui Miao’s two speculations, Xu Qingli would rather believe the third possibility: that Wen Qiaozhou had noticed something unusual about her.

After all, when it came to the matter of a soul switching bodies, as long as she stubbornly denied it, even Wen Qiaozhou wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

However, Shui Miao had always been sharp in judging people, and her reasoning made sense. So Xu Qingli still decided to be cautious, filling out the information with a mix of truth and lies. Especially when it came to her childhood memories. Anything that might be related to her origins, she deliberately kept vague.

*

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The weekend arrived quickly—it was the day the company was scheduled to film the promotional video.

The shoot was taking place at one of the Wen family’s estates. Upon entering, the butler led them to the garden to rest, explaining that they would proceed to the filming location once everyone had arrived.

Shortly after they sat down, Shu Ruan and Wen Xiangxiang arrived one after another.

Shu Ruan spotted Xu Qingli and immediately came over to greet her.

Wen Xiangxiang, on the other hand, cast a distant glance in their direction before asking the butler for a blanket and lying down to catch up on sleep, with no intention of making small talk with them.

Xu Qingli had originally planned to go over and thank her, but now she didn’t have to agonize over that anymore.

Shu Ruan lowered her voice and handed Xu Qingli a small gift box, saying that it was a brooch she had made herself.

In the novel, Shu Ruan was known for her dexterity. Though she appeared as a stunning, aloof beauty, she secretly loved crafting cute little handmade trinkets, creating an endearing contrast. Several influential figures in the industry had also taken notice of her precisely because of this.

Xu Qingli opened the box and found a beautiful, exquisitely-made brooch. Coincidentally, the outfit she was wearing today seemed to be perfect for accessorizing with one, so she pinned it on immediately and thanked Shu Ruan profusely.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xu Qingli couldn’t shake off her concerns about the personal information she had submitted. She lowered her voice and asked Shu Ruan, “Did you bring the documents today?”

This question was deliberately left vague. If Shu Ruan had also been asked to submit personal information, she would naturally understand. If she didn’t, then it would mean Wen Qiaozhou had only requested Xu Qingli’s documents, confirming that he was indeed specifically targeting her.

“Documents?” Shu Ruan blinked in slight confusion before replying, “I brought them.”

Xu Qingli quickly glanced at Shui Miao, who also looked surprised. Could it really be that the company had requested these documents? Was it simply because they were the female leads of the promotional video, and the company wanted to know more about them because it involved the company’s image? 

“Just a moment.” Shu Ruan stood up and returned to her seat, retrieving a thick stack of documents from her bag before handing them to Xu Qingli.

Xu Qingli was torn between wanting to see the contents yet also feeling it might be inappropriate. But when she looked down, she realized it wasn’t personal information at all, it was actually the history of Wen Group’s development.

As the female leads of the promotional video, they naturally needed to be well-versed in Wen Group’s background. On the day the leads were finalized, Gao Xuan had also distributed these materials to everyone. No wonder Shu Ruan had misunderstood her meaning.

“Thank you,” Xu Qingli said, accepting the documents. “I just needed to look something up.”

Upon hearing this, Shu Ruan assumed she wanted to study and excused herself to go prepare elsewhere.

Xu Qingli pretended to read the materials, but her mind was in turmoil. Why was Wen Qiaozhou so focused on her? And what exactly was he planning to do?

Just as she was thinking about him, his deep and mellow voice sounded from behind her, “Miss Xu, are you studying diligently, or just cramming at the last minute?”

For a second, Xu Qingli thought she was hallucinating. Then she realized Wen Qiaozhou had actually arrived. Only one thought filled her mind: 

Wen Qiaozhou might have discovered my secret. Since he’s so skilled at reading people, I have to stay on guard around him.

The best thing is not to think about anything at all. That way, he won’t have anything to observe.

“Good morning, President Wen.” Xu Qingli turned around and greeted him politely.

Wen Qiaozhou hadn’t seen the little figure above Xu Qingli’s head for several days and had genuinely started to miss it. Occasionally, he would even be momentarily distracted and wonder whether the chibi-style figure of her he had seen was real or not.

The moment their eyes met now, he couldn’t help but eagerly glance up at her head.

The little figure was still there, but… it was sitting in a chair, its hands and feet tightly bound with ropes that were nearly as thick as its wrists. Its mouth was stuffed with a large wad of fabric, completely unlike the staged kidnappings in TV dramas where the strip of cloth would fail to even smudge lipstick. This one was shoved in so tightly it looked downright uncomfortable. The little figure stared in his direction, its big eyes wide and round, brimming with confusion, innocence, and a pitiful plea for help.

Wen Qiaozhou: ???


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SASCTC Ch 10 — “I’ve Always Been This Petty.”

Shui Miao sent her phone number to Gao Xuan and then turned to Xu Qingli with an inquisitive look on her face, “You didn’t even give your new number to President Wen? What kind of game are you playing here? Are you playing hard to get?”

“No…” Xu Qingli sighed helplessly, “How could I possibly tell him if I don’t even have President Wen’s contact info?”

Should she go and shout it out loud at the company?

Shui Miao: “…”

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Shui Miao sent her phone number to Gao Xuan and then turned to Xu Qingli with an inquisitive look on her face, “You didn’t even give your new number to President Wen? What kind of game are you playing here? Are you playing hard to get?”

“No…” Xu Qingli sighed helplessly, “How could I possibly tell him if I don’t even have President Wen’s contact info?”

Should she go and shout it out loud at the company?

Shui Miao: “…”

Clearly not believing her, she asked, “How could you possibly not have President Wen’s contact information?”

“…” To that, Xu Qingli simply had no words to say, so she simply handed her phone over. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Just as Shui Miao took it, an incoming call popped up. It was an unknown number with no saved contact.

Since she didn’t have Wen Qiaozhou’s number either, she wasn’t sure who it was and quickly shoved the phone back into Xu Qingli’s hands.

“…” Xu Qingli tapped the speakerphone button and asked softly, “Hello, may I ask who’s calling?”

After a brief pause, a deep, slightly husky male voice came through, “Wen Qiaozhou.”

Xu Qingli’s head snapped up as she stared at Shui Miao in shock: It really was Wen Qiaozhou! Why was he calling?

Shui Miao was even more bewildered than her: How should I know? And why did you put it on speaker?!

After all, she had no interest in being force-fed dog food1.

Perhaps the silence had already stretched on for too long, as Wen Qiaozhou spoke up impatiently, “Miss Xu?”

“Ah, yes…” Xu Qingli snapped out of it, stammering, “President Wen, how are you…? May I ask what this call is about?”

“The documents I mentioned to you last time, have you submitted them yet?” Wen Qiaozhou asked.

Xu Qingli: “…”

The last time they’d run into each other near her apartment complex, Wen Qiaozhou had said he was visiting a friend in the area and casually asked her for some documents, telling her to hand them over to Gao Xuan. But he also hadn’t specified what exactly they were.

At the time, Xu Qingli’s emotions had been all over the place, so the request had naturally gone in one ear and out the other. Later, with no reminders and Gao Xuan not asking about it either, she’d completely forgotten about it.

Shui Miao hadn’t even known about this and was now frantically signaling Xu Qingli with her eyes.

Reading her lips, Xu Qingli whispered, “I’m sorry, President Wen… Should I deliver them now?”

“No need,” Wen Qiaozhou said. “Just give them to Director Gao tomorrow.”

“Got it.” Xu Qingli hurriedly agreed.

After hanging up, Xu Qingli and Shui Miao exchanged a glance before they both fell silent.

After a long pause, Shui Miao finally asked, “What documents?”

Xu Qingli recounted the incident.

“…” Shui Miao also found it odd. After a beat, she pressed her further, “So you really didn’t have President Wen’s number saved?”

“Yeah.” Xu Qingli nodded innocently.

Then it suddenly hit her: didn’t she have Wen Qiaozhou’s number now?

“Then how do you two usually communicate?” Shui Miao couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer.

Xu Qingli blinked. “We don’t.”

Shui Miao: “…Then how did he know to specifically send food over to you today since you were hungry?”

“Wasn’t that just him caring for his employees?” Xu Qingli didn’t dare overthink it. “Didn’t he send some to everyone?”

If anything, it was more likely out of respect for Shui Miao’s reputation than hers. After all, this was a top-tier manager they were talking about.

Shui Miao had initially been convinced the two were already involved with each other, but Xu Qingli’s expression was too genuine for her to be lying. Hesitating for a moment, she finally asked outright, “Be honest with me—just how far have things progressed between the two of you?”

When Gao Xuan called earlier, Shui Miao had assumed it was because Xu Qingli and Wen Qiaozhou had a falling out, and that Xu Qingli had blocked him as result, making her gasp at her supposed boldness. Only now did Shui Miao realize the situation might be different from what she had imagined.

“There’s nothing going on,” Xu Qingli clarified quickly, noticing Shui Miao’s deep misunderstanding and fearing it would become even harder to explain later. “We’ve only met a few times, and you were aware of each occasion. In total, we’ve only barely exchanged a few sentences.”

Shui Miao was puzzled. “Then what exactly does President Wen mean by all this?”

Previously, sending food could still be brushed off as concern for an employee, though no one had ever heard of him showing such care before. But the phone call just now was absolutely out of the norm for him.

If this matter had been so important, why had they forgotten about it earlier, and why hadn’t Gao Xuan mentioned it at all?

Moreover, since the documents were to be handed over to Gao Xuan anyway, and since he had already called to ask them for Xu Qingli’s new contact details, why hadn’t he just asked them for the documents directly? Why did Wen Qiaozhou need to call them again? And yet, Wen Qiaozhou called late at night but didn’t immediately ask for the documents, making it seem anything but urgent.

But if it wasn’t important, why would the president of the company personally call to follow up on documents in the middle of the night?

If it were anyone else, Shui Miao would have thought the call was just an excuse to hear Xu Qingli’s voice. But when applying that logic to Wen Qiaozhou, it suddenly felt completely out of character—it was impossible. After much deliberation, Shui Miao suddenly said, “Could it be…”

When she trailed off, Xu Qingli couldn’t help but press her for more details, “What?”

“I remember you said that you’re an orphan, and that you’ve been raised in a welfare home since childhood,” Shui Miao hesitated before asking, “Do you have any memories of your life before the welfare home?”

Xu Qingli froze. “You mean…”

“Well, the Wen family is such a prominent and large household, and I’ve heard the inside story is full of drama…” Shui Miao stopped herself before elaborating on her speculation and cut straight to the conclusion. “So losing a child or having an extra illegitimate child wouldn’t be out of the question, right?”

Based on Xu Qingli’s account, she and Wen Qiaozhou had almost no private interactions. Shui Miao truly couldn’t imagine Wen Qiaozhou being the type to fall in love at first sight with a woman. Furthermore, there hadn’t been any noticeable flirtation in that call either.

But if he genuinely suspected Xu Qingli might be connected to the Wen family, his insistence on obtaining the documents would make sense.

Xu Qingli: “…”

Is it really that coincidental?

In the original novel, her character had merely been a supporting role, with little background detail provided by the author. It was briefly mentioned that she was an orphan who, due to exceptional talent and with a small amount of luck, had gained the opportunity to study dance. As for her biological parents, the author never addressed it, or perhaps they had never even been mentioned in the story.

But now that the novel’s world had become reality, a person couldn’t possibly just appear out of thin air. So who were the original character’s real parents?

Could it really be connected to the Wen family?

No, there was actually another possibility, and that was that Wen Qiaozhou had already noticed the differences between her and the original character and was doing all this to deliberately test her.

The novel had described Wen Qiaozhou as exceptionally skilled at reading people. There wasn’t a single person who could hide their secrets from him.

Xu Qingli’s head spun.

So was she already doomed to fail?!

*

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In Huo’an Hotel, Wen Qiaozhou hung up the phone and lit a cigarette.

Before he could bring it to his lips, Huo Wanfeng suddenly leaned in from behind, nudging him. “You sly dog.”

Wen Qiaozhou ignored him and turned away.

Huo Wanfeng, however, thought he was trying to avoid the topic and stubbornly pressed forward, determined to thoroughly expose him today, “Going to such lengths to get her phone number in the middle of the night, wasn’t it all just so you could hear her voice? Yet you had to put on this nonchalant act with that flimsy excuse about needing documents, so lame. She’s a signed artist under your company for crying out loud, what documents of hers could you possibly not have access to? The information you can dig up might even be more comprehensive than what she knows herself…”

Before he could finish talking, Wen Qiaozhou raised his hand and stuffed the cigarette into Huo Wanfeng’s mouth instead. “You talk way too much.”

He couldn’t explain to him that the reason he had asked Gao Xuan to get Xu Qingli’s number and called her personally was simply to conduct an experiment.

Earlier that afternoon, his damned curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had lingered a little too long scrolling through trending topics, and when he tried to exit, his finger slipped, accidentally tapping on a livestream link.

It wasn’t an official broadcast but a personal livestream by one of the artists who had just walked the red carpet and was heading into the venue.

Wen Qiaozhou had no interest in such things and was about to exit when he caught sight of Xu Qingli and her manager in the very corner of the camera frame.

His finger hesitated for half a second, and then he noticed both of their expressions shift slightly as they began looking around.

What had they seen?

Curious, Wen Qiaozhou watched as Xu Qingli turned her head, her gaze meeting his through the screen.

Above her head, a “monster” with the body of a qilin and the wings of a white crane, gripping a bloodied knife as it chased after the familiar chibi version of herself.

The little girl spun like a top. Although her legs were short, her steps were lightning-fast. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and even sparks seemed to fly out from the ground beneath her frantic steps. The sight was both pitiful and amusing.

Just as the corner of Wen Qiaozhou’s lips twitched upward, the screen suddenly went black.

Only then did he remember what the host had mentioned earlier. They had said that the inner venue would infringe on too much privacy to continue streaming and that they would be ending the livestream.

Though he felt a twinge of regret, Wen Qiaozhou hadn’t planned to do anything about it. He was about to set his phone aside when his movements abruptly halted, his expression shifting slightly. Had he just seen Xu Qingli’s inner world through the screen?

As far as he could recall, his ability had a limited range. Once text became too blurry to read, he could no longer see the thought bubbles. He also seemed to never have seen anyone else’s inner thoughts through a screen before.

But then again, he rarely watched livestreams and seldom engaged in video calls, so he wasn’t entirely sure whether he had never seen them or simply hadn’t noticed before.

To test his theory, Wen Qiaozhou randomly clicked into another livestream.

Coincidentally, it was the official broadcast of that day’s red carpet.

The guests on the red carpet waved and smiled at the camera, their heads completely empty, with no thought bubbles in sight.

Wen Qiaozhou was about to look for others when he spotted a comment mentioning the name “Xu Linhe.”

Instantly, the image of the “monster” from Xu Qingli’s head flashed through his mind. Wen Qiaozhou was almost certain that this was the very person she was afraid of.

Although he didn’t know what history existed between the two of them, Xu Qingli was, without a doubt, now the most unique existence to him.

So until he figured out why she was so special, he was still willing to help her with small favours like these that were easy for someone like him to solve.

So Wen Qiaozhou messaged his assistant, instructing him to call Wen Xiangxiang and have her intervene on Xu Qingli’s behalf.

Later, Wen Qiaozhou checked a few more livestreams and confirmed that through a screen, he couldn’t see anyone else’s inner thoughts.

This only deepened his curiosity. Why was Xu Qingli the only exception to this?

Then he suddenly had a whimsical thought: if video comments could be seen, could they also be heard over a phone call? He had never heard them before.

And that was what led to the phone call earlier.

“You’re just lashing out of embarrassment.” Huo Wanfeng, unaware of his many secrets, took a leisurely drag of the cigarette, looking quite pleased with himself at this deduction.

Wen Qiaozhou shook his head and turned to walk back inside. “You seriously talk too much. How on earth will your future wife put up with you…”

“How do you know she wouldn’t like a chatterbox?” Huo Wanfeng’s voice was clearly uncertain. “Who knows, maybe she’s the type that doesn’t like talking much herself and enjoys listening to others instead?”

“She?” Wen Qiaozhou glanced at the top of his head.

[Can’t let Seventh Master Wen find out I fell for her at first sight… He’d never let me live it down.]

Huo Wanfeng laughed awkwardly and changed the subject, “By the way, isn’t your company’s promotional video shoot this weekend? Can I come watch?”

Wen Qiaozhou narrowed his eyes and walked back. “Since when are you interested in these kinds of things?”

“Haven’t you all been saying I’m too idle and should find something to do? So I’ve been looking around lately, and… I’m not good at much else, but I do have some interest in the entertainment industry.” Huo Wanfeng said. “So, I thought I’d go and broaden my horizons.”

[But the main reason, of course, is to chase after my wife.]

[But I can’t let Seventh Master Wen find out.]

Wen Qiaozhou remained silent.

“Seriously?” Huo Wanfeng couldn’t help but exclaim when he got no response. “You won’t even agree to such a little thing? You’re not usually this petty.”

“You’re wrong.” Wen Qiaozhou patted his shoulder firmly. “I’ve always been this petty—you can’t go.”

Huo Wanfeng: “…”


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  1. Slang used to humorously describe couples’ PDA as giving out ‘dog food’ to the ‘single dogs’ ↩︎

RHRPAW Ch 128 (END)

Not too long after, she found the last high-level zombie hidden underground. Truly quite clever, even knowing how to hide in a place that wasn’t easy for her to find.

Its hiding place was another underground area. It seemed there were quite a few basements on this island, and judging by the layout as well as the remnants left behind, it’s clear this place must have once been a military facility, with the basements primarily used for storage—whether it be for food or weapons. But now, it has been reduced to nothing more than an empty, cold cellar.

This place was indeed well-hidden, but unfortunately, this time, the zombie had encountered Jiang Ci. Ten minutes later, Jiang Ci held another crystal core in her hand.

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Not too long after, she found the last high-level zombie hidden underground. Truly quite clever, even knowing how to hide in a place that wasn’t easy for her to find.

Its hiding place was another underground area. It seemed there were quite a few basements on this island, and judging by the layout as well as the remnants left behind, it’s clear this place must have once been a military facility, with the basements primarily used for storage—whether it be for food or weapons. But now, it has been reduced to nothing more than an empty, cold cellar.

This place was indeed well-hidden, but unfortunately, this time, the zombie had encountered Jiang Ci. Ten minutes later, Jiang Ci held another crystal core in her hand.

With the control of the psychic zombie gone, the survivors could finally catch their breath.

Following the survivors’ directions, Jiang Ci found those who had been imprisoned underground. When the sound of the basement door opening sounded once more, the survivors felt a momentary panic. The previous group had just been captured, so how could someone be coming again so soon?

But the next second, what they heard wasn’t the sound of zombies but human voices.

In the end, quite a few survivors were rescued. Most of them were thin and pale, reduced to skin and bones, their bodies deformed from remaining crouched for so long. Several had already suffered mental breakdowns under the oppressive environment and stress. Jiang Ci could only take them back to get treatment later.

It was unclear how so many zombies had gathered on this small island. Apart from those they had killed on the high platform, the rest were kept in another open area.

When Jiang Ci and the others arrived, they immediately caught sight of the scattered human remains on the ground.

The survivors who had come to help turned their faces away, unable to bear the sight.

The survivors were brought to an open area outside where Jiang Ci set up a makeshift camp. A large pot of plain congee bubbled over the fire.

These people were in poor physical condition and mentally unstable, so for now, they could only manage simple, liquid food—congee with a few side dishes.

Among the survivors, Jiang Ci recognized a familiar face—it was a regular customer of Gourmet City. It seemed they hadn’t been imprisoned for too long. Upon seeing Jiang Ci, they immediately broke down in tears, as if they had just reunited with a long-lost relative.

“How did you end up here?” Jiang Ci asked.

“It’s all because of those traitors!” the survivor exclaimed angrily. “A few humans actually tricked us into coming here. There are actually humans conspiring with these high-level zombies!”

This statement left Jiang Ci momentarily stunned. Various doubts she had that had gone unanswered started to make sense, like how exactly had the zombies brought people to the island? And how had they come up with the idea of keeping low-level zombies in captivity?

High-level zombies possessed intelligence, but they weren’t on the same level of intelligence as humans.

After hearing this survivor’s account, Jiang Ci finally understood the full truth—to think it was all thanks to a fellow human’s assistance.

“What could they possibly gain by helping the zombies?” Jiang Ci wondered.

“The crystal cores of those low-level zombies are taken by those humans. With the high-level zombies leading the way, they can move through malls or other zombie-infested areas as if they were walking on flat ground.”

“He’s right. I’ve been here for a month, and they usually come every half a month to a month,” another survivor added. “Judging by the usual timing, it’s probably about time for them to bring in another batch of people.”

Jiang Ci had originally planned to rest for a while before leaving, but after hearing this, she found herself unable to move for a long time. Although there weren’t any more high-level zombies left here, these humans were still a looming threat.

Having spent so long with her, Song Jinchuan could tell what she was thinking just by seeing her frown.

The survivors had been moved to a sheltered area in the withered forest on the other side, where several large tents were set up for them to rest. Meanwhile, Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan set up their own tents closer to the shore, lying in wait.

Due to the terrain, any boats that wanted to dock would have to come to this side, so Jiang Ci patiently kept her eyes trained on that area.

Soon, night fell, and the large tents on the other side soon lapsed into an eerie silence. It seemed that after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they were now catching up on sleep in their tents, as if trying to make up for all the rest they had missed during this time.

Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan sat at the entrance of their tent, watching the moonlight spill down, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.

They waited like this for two days. During this time, the survivors gradually regained their strength, at least enough for them to converse and laugh with their companions. When Jiang Ci cooked, the survivors also came over to help with whatever they could. As for the few survivors who were still mentally unstable, they were unusually quiet and were being watched over by some of the others.

On the evening of the second day, Jiang Ci finally spotted a boat approaching from a distance.

From her vantage point, she could see that there were quite a few people on the boat, with heads bobbing everywhere.

The boat drew closer soon after, and Jiang Ci saw many survivors disembarking. Some of them had their hands and feet bound and their mouths gagged—likely those who had been tricked or kidnapped over here.

Perhaps because the island was unusually quiet today, the survivors at the front seemed to sense something was off and slowed their pace.

A bald man raised his hand to signal the others to stop.

A man with a small braid behind him asked in confusion, “What’s going on? Why haven’t the zombies come out yet?”

Someone behind him chimed in, “Yeah, what’s the deal? Normally, they’d have smelled us and come out by now.”

Jiang Ci put down her binoculars. If she wasn’t mistaken, the man with the braid and the one behind him were all familiar faces to her—it was Chen Hanjiang and his followers, the very ones who had defected from the A City base.

Jiang Ci had later heard from Old Cheng and Fan Zhipeng about the aftermath. The A City base had undergone a major purge, and all of Chen Hanjiang and Sun Yimin’s people had been expelled. Those who needed to be arrested were arrested, and though a few key figures had escaped, they had been on the run ever since. She hadn’t expected them to be the ones who were involved with the zombies.

Once everyone from the boat had disembarked, Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan quietly moved in.

What Chen Hanjiang and his group wanted wasn’t just a few crystal cores or the ability to move freely among the zombies. No, their goal was actually to use these mindless zombies to retake the A City base, with even the idea of occupying other bases taking root in their mind.

They didn’t trust the zombies. Although they had temporarily established a cooperative relationship using a psychic ability user in their team, the zombies could still turn feral and attack at any moment, so they had kept a backup plan.

But despite all their schemes, they probably hadn’t expected humans to be lying in ambush here. After all, just dealing with all of the high-level zombies was no easy task.

However, when the abilities were unleashed on them, they realized with shock that this really was an ambush.

They reacted quickly and fought back immediately, but against Song Jinchuan and Jiang Ci, it was to no avail, and they were all quickly subdued.

In the end, Chen Hanjiang, Sun Yimin, and the man with the braid were all tied up by Jiang Ci, while the other survivors all turned into nourishment for the black mist.

Chen Hanjiang also recognized Jiang Ci. The two had previously clashed before, and he hated her to the core, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

There were twenty-three survivors who had been abducted and tied up. After untying them, Jiang Ci took them to the temporary camp.

Since it was already completely dark, it was better for them to stay the night before heading back.

Because C City’s Gourmet City was so famous, many of them knew Jiang Ci, and seeing her brought them a sense of reassurance.

Early the next morning, they all packed up and left the island.

Before leaving, Jiang Ci stored the boat that Chen Hanjiang and his group had used in her space. Although it looked old and worn, it could still be patched up and used again. She now had nearly an entire city to support, so she had to save where she could and only spend where necessary.

The survivors boarded the ship. After a few days of recovery, their spirits were clearly much better. The newly rescued survivors were also filled with lingering fear—if it weren’t for Jiang Ci, they would have surely become food for the zombies.

Just hearing the scenes the other survivors described made them shiver with horror, and they instinctively moved closer in Jiang Ci’s direction in order to seek a sense of security.

Some of the survivors who were physically fine parted ways with Jiang Ci and her group near the train station after disembarking from the ship and taking a bus with them. The rest wanted to follow Jiang Ci to the C City Gourmet City—even if they didn’t eat there, they could at least visit the hospital.

On the way back to C City, Jiang Ci made a detour to A City to hand over Chen Hanjiang and his group, who had been tied up for two days, to Old Cheng and his people.

Seeing the person they had been chasing for so long suddenly thrown in front of them like trash, Old Cheng and Fan Zhipeng were momentarily stunned.

What followed was of course, their gratitude, and they warmly invited Jiang Ci and her group to stay and enjoy themselves.

However, Jiang Ci still had a group of survivors in her bus, some of whom were in poor mental condition, so she could only inform them that they’d visit another time.

Chen Hanjiang’s fate was obvious to everyone and he looked utterly defeated, not even able to muster the energy to curse.

After bidding farewell to Old Cheng and his group, Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan drove back to C City.

Two more days passed before they finally arrived back in C City. Unlike before, they were able to see the massive amusement park with its towering castle as soon as they entered the city.

The survivors were first taken to the hospital for treatment based on their physical conditions, while Jiang Ci prepared to check her mission rewards.

She had already set up the food street while they had been driving back, arranging each snack shop one by one in a way where all the popular snacks she had previously dragged Song Jinchuan to try were included.

Although the food street hadn’t officially opened yet, all the shops were already set up and were just waiting for the staff to be reassigned.

The barbecue and dessert stalls that were originally outside the hotpot restaurant had been relocated here, making the area more organized.

Jiang Ci quickly found staff to man the stalls. Some of them had experience in running snack stalls before the apocalypse, so they quickly got back into the swing of things.

The lively atmosphere of the food street was something all of the survivors loved. Walking from one end to the other, almost everyone ended up holding a snack in their hands, their faces beaming with smiles.

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pls do not share this anywhere or u will always stub ur toe when u walk past a door frame !! this translation has been stolen from mioscorner.com, pls only read there i’m begging u :kneels:

Du Chengde and his teammate, John, had come from the distant M Country. Before the apocalypse arrived, Du Chengde had wanted to return to his homeland to see it once more, but he never found the opportunity. It was only recently that he got the chance to board a ship and make the journey back.

Upon setting foot on solid ground, Du Chengde was soon overwhelmed with emotion. It was already the twentieth year of the apocalypse, and he had finally returned.

“Du, your homeland even has a functioning train system. That’s so cool,” John exclaimed from beside him.

Du Chengde turned to look at the train station and the trains, wondering if he was hallucinating.

But soon, the murmurs of other survivors around him confirmed that it wasn’t a hallucination—this was indeed a train station.

“You didn’t know? We came to China this time to purchase supplies from C City,” a blond, blue-eyed foreign survivor said in a foreign language next to Du Chengde. “I heard C City has been transformed into a grand city. We’re also going to broaden our horizons.”

Even as he boarded the train, Du Chengde felt as if he were still dreaming.

When the train arrived in C City, the scenery around them changed completely. Unlike the ruins and debris of the apocalypse, there were skyscrapers, amusement parks, straight and intact roads, as well as green trees lining the sides.

This place had already become a fully functional city; one that was completely out of place in the post-apocalyptic world.

The surrounding crowd was immediately stirred up into gasps of amazement. Even the blond, blue-eyed foreign survivors hadn’t seen such a vibrant city ever since the apocalypse began.

Soon, they arrived at a place called Gourmet City. Regardless of how much the outside environment had changed, Gourmet City remained the backbone of C City. Countless survivors were still coming and going, creating a bustling atmosphere.

At that moment, Du Chengde saw several adults leading a group of children out of the entrance. They were walking in an orderly line, with the teacher at the front saying, “Our first stop today is the botanical garden. After that, we’ll go to the zoo, and finally, the amusement park. These tickets were all sponsored by Boss Jiang…”

The rest of the words gradually faded into the distance as they walked away, but the name “Boss Jiang” wasn’t new to Du Chengde. She seemed to be a beacon of hope for these survivors, with her name being mentioned everywhere he went.

The various shops in Gourmet City felt novel to Du Chengde. It had been nearly twenty years since he last ate such things.

Not only that, but the people living in this city had their own identity cards and phones to communicate with each other. This didn’t just appeal to Du Chengde, but also John and the other foreign survivors, all who were deeply impressed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ci was in her courtyard, watering the plants with Song Jinchuan.

The two had now been together for almost ten years, yet their relationship remained as strong as when they first got together. To reassure Song Jinchuan, they had even gone to the real world to get a marriage certificate.

Of course, that was just the official story. In reality, one day after they had finished sleeping together, Song Jinchuan had embraced her tightly and suddenly burst into tears. He asked Jiang Ci if her feelings for him were fading and if he was about to be abandoned. Like a drowning puppy, he clung to Jiang Ci and cried for half the night.

Jiang Ci was stunned. Honestly, in the real world, she had rarely seen a man cry like this, especially someone like Song Jinchuan, who had a tough exterior and seemed like the epitome of restraint.

Although she was shocked, she still patiently coaxed him for half the night. Finally, when she was too tired to continue, she agreed to get the marriage certificate to finally calm him down.

Recalling the scene, Jiang Ci still found it both funny and sweet.

The flow of time for the two of them had now synchronized. Spending ten years in this world equated to just over a hundred days in the real world. It had been less than a year over there, so their appearances had barely changed over the years, yet they still had many, many more years to spend together with each other.

“Looks like I’ll be tied to you for the rest of my life,” Jiang Ci said, lifting her head from the flowers with a sigh.

Song Jinchuan wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

At that moment, a ding sounded in Jiang Ci’s mind as the system issued a new mission, [Head to X City to rescue survivors in distress. The mission continues. Host, please keep up the good work in order to create a better world.]

Jiang Ci took Song Jinchuan’s hand and smiled, “Let’s go. Time to complete another mission.”

The road ahead was long, but at least she had someone by her side.

The two of them walked hand in hand, their figures casting a long shadow in the sunlight.

The End.


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