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: “…”


Petty King WQZ: tease me about my wife, and i’ll block you from being able to pursue yours 🙂

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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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the socially anxious side character is too cute
[fluff, romance, transmigration, entertainment industry, mind reading]

retiring from the entertainment industry to collect rent
[comedy, entertainment industry, wealthy family]

i can hear the inner thoughts of animals
[comedy, animals, live streaming, crime solving, fantasy (hints of cultivation)]

grassland veterinarian [60s]
[slice of life, farming, china period era, animal-rearing, found family]

RHRPAW Ch 127

Having spent so many years in the post-apocalyptic world, Song Jinchuan’s skin had turned a healthy wheat color. However, he was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving off a very steady and reliable demeanour.

Mother Jiang smiled slightly, “You didn’t have to bring so many things when visiting us. Come on in and sit down.”

The four of them entered the room that served as the living room. Jiang Ci placed the breakfast she had bought on the dining table, and the family gathered around to eat.

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Having spent so many years in the post-apocalyptic world, Song Jinchuan’s skin had turned a healthy wheat color. However, he was tall and handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, giving off a very steady and reliable demeanour.

Mother Jiang smiled slightly, “You didn’t have to bring so many things when visiting us. Come on in and sit down.”

The four of them entered the room that served as the living room. Jiang Ci placed the breakfast she had bought on the dining table, and the family gathered around to eat.

Mother Jiang spoke in a gentle tone, while Father Jiang’s gaze carried a hint of scrutiny as he scanned Song Jinchuan up and down. Through their interrogation, they roughly understood Song Jinchuan’s background.

He had served in the military, then retired and now worked in the same company as Jiang Ci. He gave a mix of truth and half-truths about his information.

Mother Jiang seemed quite satisfied, her eyes softening further. By the end of the meal, even the picky Father Jiang nodded in approval and privately told Jiang Ci that he seemed like a steady person.

Jiang Ci followed her mother to the kitchen to bring out fresh vegetables and fruits for everyone to eat.

Both of them adapted well. Father and Mother Jiang had already explored the nearby area, even knowing which store had cheaper vegetables and picking up quite a bit of the neighbourhood gossip.

Compared to her own social anxiety, they were practically social bandits.

Upon learning that her parents were doing well, Jiang Ci felt a bit more at ease.

In the evening, Jiang Ci brought Song Jinchuan back to the apartment. Along the way, Song Jinchuan kept asking Jiang Ci about her parents’ opinions of him. When he found out they looked at him rather favourably, his heart finally settled.

Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan stayed here for several days. She took him around, went over the accounts of the hotpot restaurant, and also showed him a few scenic spots as well as her former company.

The hotpot restaurant, thanks to a series of promotional activities during its opening, combined with its genuinely delicious taste, fresh ingredients, and fair prices, was still doing very well. Every day, there was an obvious long line of people waiting to get inside to eat.

Manager Huang was doing an excellent job, and several promotional events she had organised had been highly successful. Jiang Ci felt that she had made a great choice in hiring her as a manager.

The money in Jiang Ci’s bank account was also steadily increasing. During these few days back, Jiang Ci ran into some of her former colleagues at the hotpot restaurant. When they found out she was the boss, they were all shocked.

Since Jiang Ci had always maintained a good relationship with them before, she gave them a few 50% discount coupons.

The rest of the time, she took Song Jinchuan around the city.

Hui Hui and her family followed along. People on the street found it quite novel, as it was the first time they had seen someone walking around with such a large tortoise.

After sightseeing for a few days and spending some time with her parents, Jiang Ci and the others prepared to leave. Before leaving, Jiang Ci signed her parents up for an expensive, one-on-one service travel package, so they could go out and have a good time.

Jiang Ci’s parents were not the type to fuss over money or complain to their daughter about her spending it, so they happily accepted their daughter’s suggestion and flew off the same day.

By the time they returned, it would almost be time for Jiang Ci to come back on her next day off.

Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan also returned to Gourmet City early the next morning. Now back in the apocalypse, Song Jinchuan’s dizziness still hadn’t subsided. Jiang Ci understood the feeling, as she had also taken some time to adjust when she first arrived.

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:

As soon as they returned, the system assigned Jiang Ci another mission. Completing this mission would reward her with a food street, where she could set up various food stalls.

She didn’t even have time to look at the mission details before accepting it.

This time, the destination was quite far, located on a small island outside the mainland.

Hundreds of survivors were trapped there, held captive by several high-level zombies.

[These are max-level zombies, with intelligence similar to humans. They keep humans as livestock for food, and their strength is not to be underestimated,] the system reminded her.

Jiang Ci nodded. She wouldn’t underestimate any opponent. For this trip, she brought along Hui Hui and the three little ones as insurance, just in case.

Perhaps because Hui Hui had formed a contract with her, the three little ones had also automatically formed a contract with her when they were born.

This journey took Jiang Ci the farthest she had ever gone. Even by bus, the trip took five days, mainly because a section of the road had completely deteriorated beyond repair, forcing them to take a much longer detour.

Upon reaching the seaside, they switched to the boat. The journey to the island wasn’t short, and it was Jiang Ci’s first time spending the night at sea on a boat. There was a room prepared for her—a small, simple one, but it was sufficient for her to rest in. She even managed to take a shower on board.

By noon the next day, they finally caught sight of the island’s outline. To her surprise, the island was quite large, with remnants of its past structures still visible on the horizon. From a distance, there seemed to be no sign of any humans or zombies.

Their ship docked at the deserted shore. As soon as they stepped onto the land, both Song Jinchuan and Jiang Ci sensed an overwhelming pressure.

Ever since Jiang Ci had awakened her abilities, she had become more sensitive to danger, far more than others.

“There’s a max-level ability user or zombie here,” Song Jinchuan frowned, voicing what Jiang Ci had also just sensed.

“Be careful,” Jiang Ci warned, then cast protective shields over Song Jinchuan, Hui Hui, and the rest of their family. She also equipped Song Jinchuan and herself with guns they had confiscated from other survivors before, ensuring they were fully prepared for the upcoming threat.

With the two of them leading the way and accompanied by four tortoises, they began their adventure on the island.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island, deep underground, survivors were being held captive in separate basements. These basements that had existed for years were now filthy and cluttered, with unknown debris in the corners that had now turned into pools of foul-smelling liquid.

Crammed in the small space, they could barely straighten their backs, though that was hardly the worst of it all. The most terrifying part was the hordes of low-level zombies as well as a few high-level zombies with terrifyingly high intelligence that surrounded them.

Some had tried to escape before, but they had all been quickly discovered and torn to pieces.

These survivors were sometimes taken out to be fed to the low-level zombies, as if they treated them like livestock.

They were in complete despair, trapped on an island surrounded by the sea, with no way for other survivors to know of their plight or come to their rescue.

Just then, the basement door opened, and the stench of decay unique to zombies wafted in.

A few high-level zombies seemed to be discussing something, and one of them used vines to drag several survivors out. The door was then shut again.

Some of the survivors felt secretly relieved they hadn’t been the ones chosen, while others felt a deep sense of sorrow, knowing that eventually, everyone would meet the same fate.

The captured survivors were taken outside to a high platform, while below them, a dense crowd of zombies awaited. It seemed these survivors had been chosen as the next “meal.”

The zombies around them continued to howl incessantly, seemingly communicating in their own way.

A young man amongst the ones to become a “meal” nearby trembled with fear, unable to control the sounds escaping his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with despair, as if he could already foresee his grim fate.

The mindless zombies below began to grow restless upon catching the scent of humans.

The survivors slowly closed their eyes, resigning themselves to wait for death to arrive.

At that moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred, and their anticipated pain did not come. The survivors opened their eyes to find a massive sphere of water before them, within which a black mist seemed to flow slowly.

Wherever the black sphere moved, zombies were sucked in one after another, disappearing without a trace.

Along with the black sphere came a trail of flames as well as a small tornado, and when combined, they felt as if they were watching a walking machine of destruction.

There were also vines and black stones—clearly the result of various abilities mixed together—crashing down on the horde of zombies.

The survivors, who had originally been in the hands of the zombies, were also swept over by the vines.

When the survivors saw the humans and the tortoise before them, tears nearly fell from their eyes. They had thought they were sure to be doomed today, but unexpectedly, there was such a turn of events!

There were simply too many zombies here, continuously gathering under the control of the higher-level zombies.

Jiang Ci set her sights on the high-level zombie standing on the platform. She exchanged a gesture with Song Jinchuan and quietly approached the platform from the side.

Having fought together for so long, their tacit understanding was seamless, and with just one gesture, Song Jinchuan immediately understood what Jiang Ci intended to do. Although his gaze held a hint of concern for her, he quickly returned to his own battle.

On the platform, three of the zombies were howling, seemingly communicating, and had not noticed Jiang Ci approaching them.

Jiang Ci’s presence had been concealed by the system, so she went unnoticed even as she got closer.

At that moment, Jiang Ci’s black mist silently appeared behind them. By the time the three zombies sensed the impending danger, the black mist was already upon them.

These high-level zombies reacted quickly, dodging the black mist and swiftly counterattacking, immediately unleashing their abilities. However, to the black mist, these abilities were like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to cause even a single ripple.

The black mist quickly caught up with them and completely engulfed the three high-level zombies.

Without the control of the intelligent high-level zombies, the lower-level zombies became like headless flies, simply stirred into a mad frenzy upon catching a whiff of humans.

Jiang Ci allowed the three high-level crystal cores to be absorbed by the system while she went to help Song Jinchuan deal with the lower-level zombies.

Although they were lower-level zombies, there were still some that were at the third or fourth-level, making them much more agile than ordinary zombies.

By the time they finished clearing all the zombies, an hour had passed.

Just as they were preparing to leave, several nearby survivors suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads, almost as if a piercing sound was now ringing in their ears.

“It’s… a psychic zombie,” one of the survivors said with difficulty.

Jiang Ci immediately unleashed her healing ability, both to sooth the effect of the psychic zombie as well as sense its presence. This was another application of her ability, which she had only recently discovered.


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neo got my back…. culture things…. tech tech on my mind….

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HAPPY 127 CHAPTERS YAYYYYYY
next chapter is the last one!

RFCCRE Ch 31 — What Can You Do When Your Tenant Insists on Giving You a Building?

Assistant Li looked at Ji Zhengqing with a sense of despair. Has his boss finally figured it out? Where were the decisive methods he usually displayed to dominate the business world? Thank goodness his boss wasn’t like this at work, otherwise, the Ji Group would definitely be on the verge of collapse.

His boss really was a pure-hearted novice who had never dated.

Assistant Li stared at Ji Zhengqing with anticipation. After a long while, Ji Zhengqing raised his head and chuckled, “This must mean that she doesn’t see me as an outsider.”

Assistant Li: “?”

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Assistant Li looked at Ji Zhengqing with a sense of despair. Has his boss finally figured it out? Where were the decisive methods he usually displayed to dominate the business world? Thank goodness his boss wasn’t like this at work, otherwise, the Ji Group would definitely be on the verge of collapse.

His boss really was a pure-hearted novice who had never dated.

Assistant Li stared at Ji Zhengqing with anticipation. After a long while, Ji Zhengqing raised his head and chuckled, “This must mean that she doesn’t see me as an outsider.”

Assistant Li: “?”

The assistant couldn’t help but crane his neck towards Ji Zhengqing, as if he thought he had misheard.

What? 

Not seeing him as an outsider? Is this how you don’t see someone as an outsider? Well, then he can too!

Assistant Li’s voice trembled as he said, “But… but there are no engagement dresses in the posted photos.” They were all for participating in the game’s latest event, boss!

Ji Zhengqing’s expression was calm as he said, “I was the one who told her to keep our engagement a secret, she is simply honoring the agreement between us.”

Assistant Li’s worldview collapsed: “……”

Stubborn! President Ji clearly understood what was happening, yet he was still being stubborn!

At that moment, Assistant Li really wanted to message He Fan and ask how the former assistant to President Ji was doing with Miss Xu Yao. What to do? He suddenly felt like switching jobs.

*

Xu Yao didn’t actually care about the comments on Weibo; she was currently explaining things to Lu Ye.

Lu Ye listened carefully, jotting down Xu Yao’s instructions. He had always completed Xu Yao’s requests without question.

He Fan, however, asked in surprise, “Miss Yaoyao, Ming Chan is Chairman Mu’s former daughter-in-law. The message you just instructed to send, is it something even Chairman Mu doesn’t know about?”

Xu Yao placed the greeting card into Lu Ye’s hands, asking him to pass it to Chairman Mu when he visited the ailing man who was gravely ill due to Mu Xiyuan’s actions.

Xu Yao smiled and said, “There are indeed some things that Uncle Mu might not know.”

After all, she was the divine landlady with a god’s perspective!

In the original novel, Ming Chan died in a house fire, and after the autopsy report came out, it was revealed that she was the daughter of Chairman Mu and his wife—yes, it was that melodramatic.

Xu Yao watched Lu Ye leave. She was actually waiting for Ji Zhengqing’s reply, but after waiting for a long time, what she received instead was the flowers Ji Zhengqing ordered online. Instead of the typical baby’s breath meant to save the taste of a clueless straight man1, the bouquet looked very high-end and sophisticated.

Holding the bouquet, Xu Yao sat by the pool, her legs immersed in the clear water, and finally took the initiative to send Ji Zhengqing a WeChat message.

[AAAA Professional Rental Little Xu: Don’t you have anything to say to me?]

To be honest, Xu Yao had always held an indifferent attitude towards this marriage—it wouldn’t matter if it happened, but she wouldn’t be sad either if it didn’t.

So even if her fiancé found out she was using the people he arranged for her to work on a game, Xu Yao wasn’t afraid. Rather, she was puzzled as to why he hadn’t taken the initiative to say anything to her!

There was no text reply from him; instead, Ji Zhengqing sent her a voice message. His voice, reminiscent of a cello, had an indescribable quality to it when transmitted through the electronic device. He said, “I’m very happy to have you as my future fiancée.”

Xu Yao listened several times, unable to help but laugh. She hadn’t manipulated President Ji; it was he who wanted to be her big fat sheep all along.

After a long while, Xu Yao replied, “The flowers are beautiful, I like them very much.”

#Xu Yao Shining Star Largest Investor#

#Xu Yao’s World’s Only Limited Edition#

Xu Yao’s Weibo post attracted immense attention, with her dozen or so photos being shared wildly across major social media platforms both domestically and internationally.

The terrifying level of attention that top-tier Chinese actress Fei Jin struggled to gain abroad was effortlessly achieved by the retired ordinary person Xu Yao, leaving nothing but envy in its wake.

Insiders of the international fashion scene repeatedly scrutinized Xu Yao’s photos, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail.

As expected of a masterpiece, it was truly stunning! From the intricate pattern designs to the waistline tailoring, every stitch and detail exuded artistry. Moreover, they discovered that Xu Yao, this Eastern girl, truly had an incredible figure.

Why were fashion models needed? Because models can showcase the beauty of fashion to the fullest, and they found that Xu Yao alone could rival countless models on the runway! She could master any style.

After seeing Xu Yao’s photos, one couldn’t help but want to wear the masterpiece, dreaming of donning such exquisite creations.

Ordinary girls might not dare to dream of such luxury clothing, but some rich second-generation heiresses gazed at Xu Yao’s photos, feeling as if millions of ants were quietly crawling all over their hearts, their desire reaching a peak.

They no longer merely wished to obtain the masterpiece through a small game—they wanted to wear it themselves!

[Official Shining Star Weibo Account: Dear players, the stars have felt your enthusiasm! A new event is about to begin, and we welcome all players to participate and create the most beautiful outfits! [Image]]

The game’s official account saw its Weibo followers surge by nearly a million, becoming the undisputed number one on the daily active users ranking list in the gaming sector.

Countless seasoned gamers, upon seeing that Weibo post, immediately thought the game was rushing things. The International Across the Globe event had just begun, and they were already launching a new event. Players would surely get fatigued and burned out.

But when they saw the new event image, they wanted to slap themselves.

Sorry, they were just too naive!

The latest event for Shining Star is the Fashion Styling Competition, and allows players to freely mix and match outfits to compete. The top X thousand stylists worldwide would win custom outfits from international designers, including Master Absalom.

Xu Yao’s outfit was a globally unique custom piece; even if players managed to obtain it, there would be slight differences in the details, making it truly one of a kind.

Once the event was announced, player enthusiasm skyrocketed. Even as night fell, a massive influx of new players rushed in, all eager to start styling their outfits.

Huh? My dressing room has too few clothes to mix and match? Then what are you waiting for? Pull more! Just go pull for outfits! Once you get them, you can start matching again!

Huh? You need small scissors to pull for outfits? What if I don’t have enough small scissors? Then rush to recharge more blue diamonds! Let’s get seven or eight of those 648-yuan gold packages first!

On Jiuzhou Game Network, Shining Star dominated various ranking charts, firmly holding the top spot and leaving the second place far behind. This terrifying scene would be talked about in the gaming community for many years to come.

[So, does that mean a player like me, who has no money but has luck, also has a chance to win a physical copy of a masterpiece after matching?]

[I heard these haute couture pieces from the masters cost hundreds of thousands of yuan each, right? Even if I sell it after getting it, I’ll still make a huge profit! Participating is a sure win!]

[Hahaha, it’s all about participation! I also want to join; who knows, I might get lucky.]

[I’m already numb, my girlfriend wants me to download the game to compete for a world-class designer outfit for her…]

[I’ve gotta say, damn—that’s impressive. This game is really like a sow wearing a bra2, one set after another. As long as they can keep up the follow-through, this game could seriously become a phenomenon!]

[Xu Yao is incredible, her vision is so sharp! Who would invest in a dress-up game before? How much did she invest? Tens of millions?]

[Tens of millions? How naive!]

The rumours circulating online that Ming Chan received tens of millions in investment from Xu Yao are all false. Xu Yao, this terrifying landlady, actually poured in 150 million yuan!

Game developers in the industry were left dumbfounded. Can you believe it? That’s 150 million, not just a dollar fifty, okay?! They were practically kneeling before Xu Yao.

Investors specializing in investment ventures couldn’t help but regard this as a classic case, and it was without a doubt that Xu Yao could easily be included in investment textbooks.

This investment by Xu Yao could earn her billions in a single month! Is this how landlords are just lying back and collecting rent these days?

Xu Yao felt quite innocent; she really just didn’t want her tenants to leave. After all, finding a new tenant with good character is quite a hassle.

Investment?

It was really just a casual thing. After all, she just wanted to provide her tenants with a warm home.

Whether it was Xu Yao’s legal team successfully winning the lawsuit against Runda and Junyi or Ming Chan’s game, both brought Xu Yao an immense amount of traffic.

Mu Xiyuan could hardly believe that Ming Chan had actually made that crappy game popular?

A dress-up mini-game had sparked a frenzy both domestically and internationally, raking in billions of RMB in less than half a month since reopening, and it was still wildly gaining traction. But this game was actually just one that had been secretly given to Ming Chan by his adoptive father, who felt sorry for her.

Mu Xiyuan looked at the chaotic group chat and then at the endless reports online about Xu Yao and Ming Chan; these two had suddenly become the center of attention.

He suddenly felt like a joke… was he even worse than an orphaned girl from a rural town?

Now, wouldn’t his adoptive parents think Ming Chan was better than him?

Mu Xiyuan found it extremely hard to accept this reality. He angrily slammed his fist on the brown wooden desk in front of him, a fire of rage flickering in his eyes, nearly burning away the last remnants of his sanity.

What should he do now?

Suddenly, a series of gasps came from outside. Mu Xiyuan, who was already furious, picked up the ashtray on his desk and hurled it at the door, shouting, “Shut up!”

Too many people had resigned from the company in the past few days. Almost every day someone knocked on his office door, but it was only to quit.

The ceramic ashtray shattered on the floor, producing an extremely jarring sound.

“No skill, but quite a big temper!” A familiar voice filled with anger came from the doorway.

Mu Xiyuan quickly looked over, and to his surprise, saw it was his adoptive parents. His adoptive father was wearing a hospital blue-and-white striped gown under his suit jacket, clearly indicating that they had rushed over from the hospital.

Seeing his adoptive mother supporting his adoptive father, Mu Xiyuan suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of crisis well up from within him. He hurried forward, “Dad, why aren’t you resting well at the hospital? Why did you come here at this time? I’m worried about you.”

Chairman Mu kept coughing and sneered, “You little beast, if I hadn’t come over, you would have squandered my entire fortune!”

Chairman Mu was genuinely disappointed in this adopted son. It seems he simply wasn’t cut out for running a company.

Putting aside his poor character and secret involvement with rental loans, the fact was that Runda was indeed in a crisis, with even the stock price in free fall. But that didn’t mean the company would go bankrupt overnight! Yet this kid couldn’t even come up with a way to save it, only knowing how to smash ashtrays.

This was further contrasted with Ming Chan stirring up the global gaming industry with a simple game. At this point in time, Chairman Mu’s disappointment in Mu Xiyuan reached its peak.

Mu Xiyuan felt extremely uneasy, a very ominous premonition creeping in.

“Starting today, you are dismissed,” Chairman Mu solemnly announced as he looked at Mu Xiyuan with disappointment.

To put it bluntly, the president of a company is also an employee—a high-ranking one—but they can still be dismissed.

The employees outside the office were dumbfounded. Little President Mu was fired? Then what would happen to Runda in the future? Chairman Mu didn’t look like he could manage the company with his current health.

Chairman Mu scanned the stunned employees outside and said to the dazed Mu Xiyuan, “I will hand the company over to Little Chan.”

In that instant, Mu Xiyuan’s mind seemed to buzz with static, and he went blank.

Hand the company over to Ming Chan?

Mu Xiyuan clutched his head, almost screaming, “Dad, are you crazy? I’ve already divorced Ming Chan! She’s no longer a member of the Mu family! She’s just an outsider, and yet you want to hand over such a large enterprise to her?”

“A large enterprise? Right now, the entire Runda Group is a mess!” Chairman Mu said angrily, glaring at Mu Xiyuan.

Mu Xiyuan’s brain was racing, and he blurted out, “Dad, are you really going to fire me over this small mistake? Is it just because I’m an adopted son, so you think I can be discarded at will?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xiyuan immediately regretted it.

Chairman Mu’s face turned completely ashen as he reprimanded furiously, “A small mistake? You and Junyi’s people have caused people to lose their lives! Are human lives so worthless in your eyes?”

Chairman Mu changed his tone and retorted, “Besides, you’re just like Little Chan, and you’re not my biological son. So what’s the difference if I hand it over to you or Little Chan?”

Mu Xiyuan’s face turned pale, and he didn’t know how to respond.

The employees were going completely crazy, discussing it as if they had heard some major international gossip. Mu Xiyuan actually exposed a bombshell about himself!

“So President Mu isn’t Chairman Mu’s biological son? He’s adopted?”

“My goodness, isn’t this going to be huge news in high society?! Mu Xiyuan is actually the only adopted son! No one in the circle knew this news!”

Some employees who were considering resigning became bolder: “Mu Xiyuan’s abilities are still lacking, so it’s still better to hand the company over to the former president’s wife. She made even a small indie game popular overnight! Now that’s a real businesswoman. Men shouldn’t be so self-important; they have to admit that they are often inferior to women.”

“I’ve overheard some juicy gossip today. I feel like I suddenly don’t need to resign anymore?”

“…”

Mu Xiyuan was scared, he was truly scared now. He quickly said, “Mom, Dad, I really know I was wrong now. I will definitely apologize to the public.

“And also, since you both like Ming Chan, I’ll go find her and remarry her right now!”

Hearing this, his usually gentle adoptive mother frowned and immediately stopped him, “Don’t go harming a good girl.”

When Mu Xiyuan heard that even his usually gentle adoptive mother was no longer helping him, his heart sank to the depths of despair.

“We’ve already thought it over. Your mother and I will adopt Ming Chan as our daughter.” Chairman Mu continued, his tone calm, clearly having made a thorough decision with no room for negotiation.

Mu Xiyuan now understood that he was completely finished.

He began to regret, regretting why he had let himself be blinded and got involved in the rental loan business with Junyi.

All he knew was—

The ex-wife he had once kicked out would now walk back into the Mu family as its head.

After announcing this major news, Chairman Mu, supported by his wife, returned to the hospital.

He hadn’t abandoned Mu Xiyuan. After all, he had already raised him for so many years. Even without blood ties, there were still years of feelings between them.

But rationality led Chairman Mu to make a decision: rather than let the company be squandered by him, it was better to hand it over to the capable Ming Chan. He would give his adopted son some money to ensure he wouldn’t go hungry, but that was all.

Ming Chan was called to duty in a crisis; she was currently only thinking about her game, especially since it had exploded in popularity due to the latest event. However, if she didn’t want it to be a mere flash in the pan, she still needed to follow up.

It was Chairman Mu and his wife who personally invited her, their words extremely sincere.

The couple was very satisfied with Ming Chan’s character, as despite going through such a difficult time, she still hadn’t exposed that Mu Xiyuan was an adopted son just to gain benefits.

Ming Chan actually didn’t want a divorce at the time, not because she was attached to Mu Xiyuan, but because she cared about her kind and understanding in-laws.

“Sir, Madam, the identification results are out—it’s true! Miss Xu Yao is truly amazing!” The butler rushed in from outside the ward, only to be stopped by a nurse in the hallway who was very displeased at him speaking so loudly.

But the butler couldn’t control himself!

“Is it really true?” Chairman Mu’s wife asked, her voice trembling in disbelief.

“It’s true, it’s really true!”

Ming Chan looked confused, not knowing what her former in-laws were talking about.

Chairman Mu flipped the examination report back and forth, tears misting his eyes, “Little Chan, Miss Xu Yao sent someone to visit us and left a greeting card saying that you and my wife look very similar, so we did a paternity test.”

The chairman’s wife even held Ming Chan’s hand directly, “No wonder I find you so familiar, my little darling.”

Ming Chan, a rational girl, was momentarily stunned. Xu Yao? Was it Xu Yao, her landlady, who was helping her once again?

After taking a long time digesting her own background, Ming Chan gradually came to her senses, and she also accurately grasped Runda’s current situation.

Junyi Long-term Rental Apartments was so badly affected by the scandal to the point of being forcibly delisted, but Runda was not yet bankrupt.

After much consideration, Ming Chan said, “Mom, Dad, the best way now is for us to cut our losses to survive.”

Having been the daughter-in-law of the couple, it had become a habit for Ming Chan to call them Mom and Dad, so it wasn’t difficult to say it again. In fact, the term felt even more intimate today.

The couple, however, listened to that address with red eyes, staring intently at Ming Chan.

“Since this whole matter started with Mu Xiyuan, we’ll cut Mu Xiyuan out completely.”

Ming Chan thought for a moment and said, “Right, and the property that Junyi Long-term Rental Apartments rented from Runda that caused the incident—it’s that building, right? I think…”

Ming Chan’s voice became firm as she decisively stated, “We should give that apartment building to Xu Yao.”

*

Xu Yao received an apartment building, but the person giving it to her was not her fiancé, but rather her tenant.

“Isn’t this too much?” Xu Yao said with a troubled expression, “This gift is really too big, I can’t accept it.”

Chairman Mu, who was still in high spirits due to the happy occasion, was in excellent health. He not only was able to move around but also didn’t need to remain in the hospital.

Chairman Mu said, “If you say that, Yaoyao, then you’re truly being too polite. I understand the pressure that young people must be feeling with the issue of rent and loans. If we add a few more lives to the mix, the future fallout would be scarier than the current negative public opinion about the company. I know your intentions are good.”

“Besides… transferring this apartment building to you at this time is actually us taking advantage of the situation, after all, your reputation is good right now.”

Xu Yao was now recognized as a divine landlady, and the apartment building that had seen two lives lost, if transferred into her hands, would undoubtedly help influence the negative public opinion.

The chairman’s wife, dressed in a qipao3, chided her, “What are you saying, Little Yao? Besides, if it weren’t for you investing in Little Chan back then, her life would have been far more difficult than it is now. If you hadn’t reminded us, we wouldn’t have even known our own daughter was right under our noses this whole time.”

Just finding their own daughter was worth more than ten buildings, let alone one.

An apartment building was still a huge gift, representing not only their desperate attempt at reversing public opinion, but also their gratitude towards Xu Yao.

Xu Yao smiled, “Then… thank you, Chairman Mu and Madam Mu.”

With the formalities taken care of, the chairman’s wife held Xu Yao’s hand, feeling extremely close, and asked with a smile, “I heard you’re getting engaged soon. Do make sure to invite us when the time comes”

Xu Yao readily agreed, and the chairman’s wife asked where it would be held.

Xu Yao hesitated, “It hasn’t been decided yet. I’ll inform Uncle and Aunt when the time comes.”

The engagement location had indeed not been decided, as Xu Yao didn’t want to hold it in the capital or in Haicheng.

Both places were big cities, with paparazzi everywhere so it would be hard to keep the engagement a secret, especially given her current massive online following.

Xu Yao had initially planned to acquire several villas on an island, planning to discuss with Ji Zhengqing about the possibility of holding a small engagement party there.

*

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:

Runda Group officially announced today that President Mu Xiyuan has been permanently dismissed, with Ming Chan taking over the position instead. Runda will also provide a series of compensations to the victims.

[Mu Xiyuan was fired? I heard the chairman of Runda was extremely fond of this son, so did they really kick him out? At least this shows some sincerity.]

[Isn’t Ming Chan the tenant that Xu Yao invested in? Holy crap, going from being divorced to her game becoming a global hit, and now taking charge of Runda—isn’t Xu Yao’s foresight a bit too sharp?]

[Hahaha, Mu Xiyuan kicked Ming Chan out of the house back then, yet who would have thought he would be kicked out one day too? Hasn’t his ex-wife made a glamorous return? Serves that dog man right!]

Mu Xiyuan had stirred up so much trouble, and in the end, he gained nothing! Just thinking about it is amusing.

What a useless piece of work.

[This is nothing compared to the truly shocking news! @Runda’s victimised tenants have the real bombshell!]

Many of these scammed tenants still lived in Runda Apartments. After all, Xu Yao’s elite legal team had completely exempted them from loans with their victory in the lawsuit, and Runda had provided various compensations to salvage their image. Their attitude could even be considered excellent; it was as if they were practically begging them for mercy.

Although they were still cursing Runda behind their backs, they didn’t move out directly, and accepted the compensation without hesitation, simply continuing to live in the same apartment building.

Just this morning, the latest notice was issued downstairs in the apartment building: the building had changed ownership and had become Xu Yao’s.

Tenants who could not accept this could move out within ten days, and Xu Yao’s rental team would arrange for a moving company to assist for free, while those willing to rent Xu Yao’s properties could stay and would have Xu Yao’s rental team come over to sign new rental contracts.

The Runda Apartments tenant group chat, which had been filled with curses, was now in shock, flooding the chat with messages.

Xu Yao couldn’t help but sigh; what could she do if her tenants insisted on giving her a building? She didn’t want it either.

[??? So I… I became Xu Yao’s tenant? Wow! Is this a blessing in disguise? Ahhhh, Mom, I rented Xu Yao’s house, you don’t have to worry about me being scammed in the big city anymore!]

[I took Xu Yao’s online rental exam three times, always failing to pass by one or two points, and now, you’re telling me I directly became Xu Yao’s tenant? Did I make it? Is this how I made it? I need to celebrate right now!]

[To be honest, I was just packing my things into boxes at home, but seeing this news, I silently took everything out again. In this day and age, which tenant doesn’t want to rent Xu Yao’s house?]

[Wahhhh, I’m truly grateful to Xu Yao! Because of her, I won’t have to bear strange loans at a young age, and now I can even confidently look for a job. I suddenly feel that life is still very beautiful—everyone should live well! My long-standing unhappiness has suddenly eased a lot. I’m so happy!]

[Yes, we should all live well. Thank you to the boy and girl who left us, and I hope you both are doing well in heaven. And thank you for ensuring that us later arrivals will no longer suffer any grievances.]

Today’s breaking news! Runda has transferred their apartment building to Xu Yao, and now Xu Yao is the landlady of this building!

The tenants of Runda, who had previously been grumbling, upon hearing that the landlord had become Xu Yao, were all excited as if it were the New Year .

It was like they had been in the dim light of dawn, and upon finally crossing the endless darkness, they could finally catch a glimpse of the long-awaited sun. The first rays of sunlight truly felt warm on their skin.

Netizens were somewhat dumbfounded. So, it turns out there’s actually another way to rent Xu Yao’s apartment? Why was it so difficult to rent from Xu Yao?

Countless hopeful investors had long been unable to contain themselves. Ming Chan was the best example for them. A small, crappy game had somehow become a global phenomenon! They wanted to be Xu Yao’s tenants, even if they didn’t actually need to rent a place at all!

[Sister Yao, look at me! My variety show is just missing you as an investment tycoon!]

[Does Xu Yao only help her tenants? I want to become her tenant.]

[Wahhhhhhh, Sister Yao, look at me! My little restaurant has great food, but it’s about to close down. I hope the ultimate landlady can lend a helping hand.]

Netizens looked at these comments on Weibo and couldn’t help but frown.

They had a terrible premonition that these people, who already had houses and homes, would soon come to compete with them!

Originally, the rental exam for Xu Yao’s apartments was already very difficult, and now with this situation, renting from Xu Yao was almost like trying to get into Tsinghua or Peking University!

Just as some tenants were feeling anxious, someone posted a reply to a private message on Xu Yao’s rental official website.

[Xu Yao Rental Private Message: Your information has been reviewed. We regret to inform you that you do not meet the rental requirements of Xu Yao Rental. Note: Please do not waste resources if you already own property. Thank you.]

If you own a house, get lost! Don’t come and waste resources renting!

Xu Yao was very clear about it—her apartments were to be rented to those who truly needed them. As a busy landlady, she only occasionally helped out her unfortunate tenants. After all, she just wanted to give everyone a happy home.

Many people were left dumbfounded—Xu Yao’s rental requirements had actually become stricter.

No renting to property owners! She really only rented to those in need…

Didn’t that mean those hoping to gain Xu Yao’s investment help as tenants would never have a chance? Some people who still lacked investment nearly blacked out from despair. After all, most of them who needed investment for their businesses all owned some sort of property, more or less.

Heavens, why are you so cruel to me!

“I… I’ve made up my mind,” a middle-aged man looked around his home in the capital city. He took a deep breath as if he had considered this for a long time, and solemnly told his family, “I’m going to sell our property and rent Xu Yao’s apartment!”

As long as they sold the house, they would need to rent, thus meeting Xu Yao’s basic rental criteria.

Family: “!!!”

Are you crazy?!

Selling the house, and having the whole family go to rent from Xu Yao? Have you lost your mind? Who will slap him back to his senses?

The tenants of Runda, oh no, now they were also Xu Yao’s tenants, immediately felt as if they had struck a jackpot when watching the frenzy online.

My goodness, wanting to become Xu Yao’s tenant is almost as hard as getting into Tsinghua and Peking University!

After a long time, one tenant seriously said in the group: [Thank you, Runda, for giving this apartment building to Xu Yao, allowing me to become Xu Yao’s tenant.]

[I actually really hated Runda before, wishing I could follow Mu Xiyuan and send him on his way, but now I suddenly feel a bit relieved. That trash Mu Xiyuan deserves to die, but it seems like Runda isn’t completely rotten to the core.]

[Sigh, I’ve also changed my view on Runda quite a bit. This move is indeed a clever tactic, and I truly admire it.]

[Ming Chan is truly a role model for female entrepreneurs! She can make a game a global hit and then turn around to save the company’s reputation, truly impressive.]

[Yeah, this is a whole building we’re talking about! Yet Ming Chan just gave it away! Who else is so generous with gifts these days? Why is this kind of shippable all of a sudden? (jk4)]

[Sis, shipping everything will only ruin you. Xu Yao is obviously my wife, okay? Don’t go trying to steal her, thanks!]

They admired Ming Chan’s clever tactics, as this was a win-win situation. Runda cut off its own tail to survive and restore its company image, while Xu Yao effortlessly received a whole building as a gift—this was simply a win-win for both parties!

Ji Zhengqing was also paying attention to the online news, noticing Runda’s clever move to cut its losses to survive, and he watched as the online reputation of Runda gradually rose from its previous low.

Ming Chan was indeed a remarkable female entrepreneur, and Xu Yao’s vision was something everyone talked about.

It wasn’t until Ji Zhengqing saw a comment saying, [Wow, Ming Chan actually gave Xu Yao a building! I dare say her future husband might not even be this generous!]

Ji Zhengqing suddenly remembered that he hadn’t given Xu Yao the land of Zhengde Academy but had sold it to her at half price instead. If this got out… 

Ji Zhengqing could never have imagined that, in this lifetime, he’d be saddled with the reputation of being stingy.

Ji Zhengqing turned his head and stared at the engagement ring he had just ordered on the desk—the one with the massive diamond—for a long time.

Assistant Li hurriedly added from the side, “President Ji, this engagement ring really isn’t bad at all… um, are you thinking of giving her a building too?”

Wearing a dead-inside expression, Assistant Li wondered to himself, Who gives gifts like this? Get a grip, you love-struck fool!

Ji Zhengqing thought for a moment and said, “Two buildings?”


i kid u not when i say assistant li is the funniest part of this story LMAOOO poor guy is constantly questioning life im crine

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  1. “直男” → slang for a (often romantically clueless) straight man with stereotypically poor taste (think tacky) ↩︎
  2. “老母猪戴胸罩一套又一套” is a crude, humorous Chinese slang expression. Literally “a sow wearing a bra, one set after another,” Because sows have many udders, if you put a bra on an older sow, you need to put on multiple bras, hence the saying “one set after another”. The phrase “一套又一套” (“one set after another”) conveys something being produced or released continuously and in large quantity. In context, it praises the game for rolling out content nonstop, though with a jokingly vulgar tone. ↩︎
  3. Wearing a qipao often conveys a sense of celebration, formality, and cultural refinement, and may also symbolize good fortune. So the chairman’s wife wearing a qipao now conveys her joy at finally reuniting with her biological daughter. ↩︎
  4. Bushi = playful internet slang for “not really” (a joking self-denial after saying something suggestive). Think jk or /j ↩︎

RHRPAW Ch 126

Just as they finished talking, Huang Mao looked up and saw their usually cold and reserved team captain walking toward them.

Moments later, a stack of highly sought-after amusement park tickets appeared on their table.

Song Jinchuan, who was usually a man of few words, sat down in front of them and casually said, “My girlfriend gave these to me and insisted I pass them on to my friends.”

“She’s really too thoughtful, even to my friends, so take these and use them. Don’t thank me—thank my girlfriend. And make sure to spend more at Gourmet City in the future.”

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Just as they finished talking, Huang Mao looked up and saw their usually cold and reserved team captain walking toward them.

Moments later, a stack of highly sought-after amusement park tickets appeared on their table.

Song Jinchuan, who was usually a man of few words, sat down in front of them and casually said, “My girlfriend gave these to me and insisted I pass them on to my friends.”

“She’s really too thoughtful, even to my friends, so take these and use them. Don’t thank me—thank my girlfriend. And make sure to spend more at Gourmet City in the future.”

The members of the Cheetah Squad stared at Song Jinchuan, whose lips were curling into an uncontrollable smile, with expressions of utter disbelief.

This wasn’t his usual style, was it? Normally, he’d speak to them with a stern face, almost as if they owed him money—and it was especially the case during the time when Jiang Ci was absent. Back then, he’d barely utter a word to them, just exuding an icy demeanour, like he was a walking refrigerator.

Huang Mao wanted to throw the tickets back in his face and angrily say to him, “Having a girlfriend doesn’t make you special!” But he chickened out in the end, muttering a “Thanks, Captain,” and took the tickets meekly.

“Alright, I’ve delivered the goods. I’ve got to go now. My girlfriend will start worrying if she doesn’t see me soon,” Song Jinchuan said before gracefully leaving.

Huang Mao watched his retreating figure and clicked his tongue several times. “Did you guys see the captain? He’s like a peacock showing off his feathers. What happened to the cool guy he used to be? Did a dog eat him or something?”

“You’re holding the tickets he gave you, and now you’re badmouthing him? That’s like biting the hand that feeds you,” said the current captain of the Cheetah Squad, who was also Song Jinchuan’s comrade before the apocalypse. “I actually think he’s better now—more human. Before, he was like a machine that only knew how to fight.”

Unaware of the discussions that followed his departure, Song Jinchuan had told the others that Jiang Ci would start to worry if she couldn’t find him, but the truth was, he actually couldn’t bear to be apart from her for even a second. He felt anxious if he didn’t see her for even a moment.

He realized he was completely smitten, utterly poisoned by someone named Jiang Ci.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ci was at the farm, inspecting the growth of the latest batch of fruits. As the weather warmed up, she had started cultivating various fruits, and now they had all ripened, hanging heavily from the branches or lying in the fields.

She plucked a strawberry the size of her palm and popped it into her mouth. The pure sweetness of the strawberry was accompanied by a hint of creamy fragrance, the exact texture Jiang Ci loved.

The watermelon field nearby was thriving as well, each fruit round and plump with juice. With just a light tap of her fingertip, she could hear the crisp sound of the rind breaking.

The flesh inside was a vibrant red and was completely seedless. Jiang Ci picked up half a watermelon and started digging in. The crisp, sweet flesh turned into juice the moment it touched her tongue.

When Song Jinchuan arrived, he found Jiang Ci happily munching on a watermelon.

Seeing him, Jiang Ci immediately scooped up a spoonful of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth.

It had been ten years since the apocalypse began, and Song Jinchuan couldn’t remember the last time he had tasted such fresh and sweet fruit. For a moment, he was stunned, but soon, memories buried deep within him came flooding back.

This batch of fruit was the first to ripen. The survivors had no idea what Jiang Ci was up to, nor did they know that a huge surprise awaited them.

The farm workers spent several days harvesting all kinds of fruit. Jiang Ci kept some for herself and her parents, then took the rest to the farmers’ market to sell.

When the survivors entered the farmers’ market, before they could even check out the fresh meat available that day, their eyes were drawn to the neatly arranged, vibrant, and plump fruits on display.

The survivors were beyond thrilled. As they approached, the mouth-watering aroma of the fruit enveloped them.

Regardless of the season, whether they were tropical or common fruits, they were all beautifully displayed before their eyes.

Before they could fully process what they were seeing, the piles of fruit in front of them began to dwindle one by one. Realizing this, the survivors quickly rushed over, scrambling to grab as much as they could, afraid that if they were too slow, there would be nothing left.

And that truly was the case, as the fruit was quickly snatched up. By the time other survivors heard the news and rushed over, the fruit section was already empty.

Those who wanted to buy fruit would have to wait until the next day when the stock was replenished.

The growth cycle of fruit was longer than that of vegetables, but the farm had recently hired more workers, including some special ability users brought back from the village and several researchers from various bases.

The research institute specialized in agriculture and had developed cultivable soil in their labs. However, the cost of producing it was high, making mass production impossible, so when they saw Jiang Ci’s farm, their eyes practically lit up with excitement.

With their help, the farm’s output increased dramatically.

Early the next morning, the survivors gathered at the farmers’ market, eagerly waiting. Through the glass windows, they could see the workers carrying baskets of fresh fruit to restock the shelves.

The survivors pressed their faces against the glass, gazing longingly at the fruit inside.

As soon as the doors opened, the survivors rushed in, and the fruit section was instantly packed with people.

The fruit’s popularity was no surprise to Jiang Ci. Its recent buzz was almost on par with the newly opened amusement park.

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With everything gradually falling into place, Jiang Ci decided it was time to visit her parents. She planned to bring some fruit home for them, and this time, she wanted to take Song Jinchuan along with her too.

Upon hearing the news, Song Jinchuan, for the first time, didn’t cling to Jiang Ci and went out on his own for two days. He returned with several sets of jewelry and a few bottles of aged fine wine that looked like they had been around for quite some time.

It was unclear where he had gotten them from, as the exterior of the products still looked quite new. The older the wine, the better it becomes, and after ten years, it would’ve been even more mellow and fragrant.

He also used his points to buy a suit from the clothing store, making the occasion seem particularly formal.

Jiang Ci found his nervousness amusing, “You don’t need to be so tense, my parents are very nice.”

Although Song Jinchuan nodded in acknowledgement, his expression still remained as serious as if he were facing some major event.

This was the first time Jiang Ci was taking someone through time and space. She even packed Hui Hui and her family in her backpack. Hearing that Jiang Ci was taking them out to play, even the usually laidback Hui Hui seemed a bit excited.

After making all the preparations, Jiang Ci held Song Jinchuan’s hand and told the system they were ready. After a flash of white light, they opened their eyes to find themselves in the small apartment Jiang Ci had bought.

She had bought this place specifically for situations like this, and now it seemed her decision had been correct, as it was very convenient for her to travel like this.

This was Song Jinchuan’s first time traveling through time and space in this manner. He stood still for a while to let the dizziness in his head subside.

As Song Jinchuan regained his senses, he heard the long-unheard noises of bustling activity and car horns, which took him a while to process.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jiang Ci asked, holding his hand with concern.

Song Jinchuan shook his head, squeezing Jiang Ci’s hand back and giving her a reassuring smile.

Jiang Ci led Song Jinchuan to the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment. Outside, the sun was shining, trees were lush, and there were tall buildings and noisy streets everywhere. This was a scene he hadn’t seen in almost ten years.

“Is this… the world you live in?” Song Jinchuan’s voice was soft, with a hint of underlying worry as he held Jiang Ci’s hand even tighter.

“Yes, this is the world I’ve lived in since I was a child. I wanted to bring you here to see it,” Jiang Ci nodded, looking around. She had bought this apartment the last time she was here, a fully furnished one, though she hadn’t really looked at it closely. The transportation around here was quite convenient, with a subway station right downstairs and a tranquil park with a shimmering lake across the street.

The two stood on the balcony for a while. It was already dusk, and since they hadn’t informed her parents about their return, a sudden visit might only burden them with inadequate preparations. Plus, Song Jinchuan needed some time to adjust first, so Jiang Ci decided they would return early the next morning.

It had been less than a week since she last left the real world, so the place was still clean, and they only needed to change the bed sheets and covers.

While it was still early, Jiang Ci took Song Jinchuan for a walk downstairs. There were many small eateries, and they chose one at random for dinner.

Song Jinchuan thought the food wasn’t as good as the shops Jiang Ci had, but the relaxed atmosphere still caused him to be immersed in the flow of this world.

After dinner, they walked around the park before heading home.

Once home, Jiang Ci gave Song Jinchuan his various identification documents, which the system had helped to arrange for him.

Song Jinchuan looked at his identification card, which bore his current face. It was just a small piece of identification, but he turned it over and over, examining it several times.

Many questions he had about Jiang Ci that had previously been unclear to him gradually became clear after entering Jiang Ci’s world. For instance, why Jiang Ci seemed somewhat naive about situations that many post-apocalyptic survivors were well aware of, and why she always harbored a sense of compassion for the survivors of the apocalypse.

At night, Song Jinchuan lay in bed, gazing at Jiang Ci’s sleeping face beside him. His anxious heart slowly calmed down.

After resting for the night, Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan took the subway to the hotpot restaurant early the next morning.

In the alley behind the hotpot restaurant, she also bought various types of breakfast.

Song Jinchuan carried bags of various sizes, following behind her. Due to the contractual relationship between Jiang Ci and Song Jinchuan, Song Jinchuan’s points could also be used in this world. He usually ate and lived with Jiang Ci, so he didn’t need to spend many points, so over the past two years, he had actually saved up quite a sum.

With Jiang Ci’s help, he had exchanged some points for cash the day before and bought a bunch of nutritional products, tea, and skincare items.

However, he still couldn’t control his nerves, and his expression grew increasingly tense.

Jiang Ci had already called her parents the night before to say she was coming back and bringing her boyfriend with her. So, early in the morning, Father and Mother Jiang had tidied up the house and were waiting in the yard.

Mother Jiang had even dug out her cheongsam, while Father Jiang wore a suit, showing just how much they valued this prospective son-in-law.

To Jiang Ci’s parents, their daughter had only been away for a week, but to Jiang Ci, it had been over half a year since she last saw them.

“Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Song Jinchuan,” Jiang Ci introduced him to her parents after hugging them, with Song Jinchuan still holding gifts behind her.

“Uncle, Auntie, these are a few gifts I bought for you,” Song Jinchuan appeared outwardly calm, but Jiang Ci, who could be said to know him inside-out, could tell his voice was slightly tense and trembling.


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