"So what should I call you two?" Ye Shuang had rarely seen both fish standing before him at the same time. If not for the system's information, he would never have believed that An Shiyu was actually two people.
And their personalities were practically identical—both spoke in ways that made people want to smack their bottoms.
"Just call us both An Shiyu," one of the fish said lazily, as if it didn’t matter at all.
They had always been one person.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Call me Shadow·An Shiyu," the other girl, lounging on a beanbag, chimed in.
"What kind of chuuni nonsense is that?"
Ye Shuang didn’t want to dwell on it. "I don’t know why you two share one identity, but it doesn’t seem like you plan on appearing together often, right?"
"If that’s the case, I’ll just stick with calling you An Shiyu."
"No, I’ve changed my mind now," An Shiyu said from the side, waving a hand. Two staff members promptly walked in carrying boxes.
Under Ye Shuang’s stunned gaze, the two staff assembled a brand-new PC setup on the desk in just three to four minutes—not only that, but they also brought in an identical beanbag.
Now, Ye Shuang sat in the middle, flanked by the two fish like bodyguards.
Staring at the row of three computers, Ye Shuang was at a loss for words.
After a long silence, he finally managed to say,
"This is a school infirmary, not an internet café."
He couldn’t even imagine a patient walking in to find two identical girls furiously typing away at their keyboards, gaming.
And why did they have to sandwich him in the middle?
"It’s basically the same. Shouldn’t you be grateful to have such adorable twins keeping you company at work?" One of the fish pointed at her own cheek.
"One of you is already enough of a headache," Ye Shuang sighed, rubbing his temples.
The two girls exchanged glances, flashing identical grins with pearly white teeth.
"Then get ready for double the headaches from now on."
"..."
Whatever.
By the way, Ye Shuang decided to call one Little An and the other Little Yu. Even though their surname was An Shiyu, calling one "Little Anshi" sounded weird.
As for telling them apart…
For Ye Shuang, it wasn’t difficult at all. Though it might sound a little rude, the An Shiyu with hyperthymesia had a slightly bigger backpack.
Still, his infirmary was getting stranger by the day—it was starting to feel more like the two fish’s personal hangout spot.
But then again, this place was originally meant for them to slack off anyway.
Well… this kind of atmosphere wasn’t so bad.
……
Meanwhile, in an office at a corporate high-rise far away—
"General Manager Chen," the assistant spoke up.
"Mm, go ahead." Seated in her executive chair, Chen Qin rested her chin on one hand while the other tapped at her MacBook, browsing.
On the screen was a photo of Ye Shuang—though from anyone else’s perspective, it looked like she was focused on work.
If people knew that the famously cold and domineering General Manager Chen was actually a lovesick fool who spent her free time staring at Ye Shuang’s photos, countless hearts in the company would shatter.
"There’s a contract to sign this afternoon regarding the development project in the Bay Area…"
"Mm, got it."
"General Manager Qian of Changcheng Group has invited you to dinner tonight to discuss a new collaboration…"
"Mm, anything else?"
"The Zhao Group you asked me to monitor—it seems internal conflicts led to a broken capital chain, and they’re now insolvent and filing for bankruptcy."
This finally pulled Chen Qin’s attention away from Ye Shuang’s photo. Her sharp eyes lifted to the assistant. "The Zhao Group went bankrupt?"
"Yes. Acting Chairman Tang Hao appears to have already left the country."
Chen Qin let out a soft scoff. "As expected of a bunch of incompetents. Without A’Ye, they couldn’t even last a year."
She hadn’t even bothered targeting the Zhao Group—or rather, she couldn’t be bothered. With her family’s corporate influence, she could’ve easily pressured other businesses into cutting ties with them.
Still, she hadn’t expected their downfall to come so quickly.
"What about Zhao Mengyao?"
"Currently whereabouts unknown." The assistant, aware of Chen Qin’s particular interest in Zhao Mengyao, had looked into it privately.
"Probably hiding from debt collectors now that the company’s gone under, huh?"
Chen Qin picked up her phone, about to message Ye Shuang—but then hesitated. It was work hours. What if she disturbed him? What if he was busy?
Would A’Ye find me annoying?
"Hmm…"
After a moment, she turned back to her assistant. "You can leave for now."
"Understood, General Manager Chen."
Once the office door closed, Chen Qin immediately sent Ye Shuang a message—
Chen Qin: You there?
Chen Qin: Are you GG or MM?
Chen Qin: Got something to tell you.
No response.
Chen Qin thought for a second, then snapped a photo of her black-stockinged legs and sent it.
Chen Qin: blackstockings.jpg
Ye Shuang: Huh?
Instant reply.
Chen Qin: "..."
Chen Qin: Pervert! You horndog!
Ye Shuang: ? You’re the one who sent it?
Chen Qin: Are you saving it right now?
Back in the infirmary, Ye Shuang’s finger paused mid-save. He coughed awkwardly.
Ye Shuang: Perverted? Not sure. But if a flower blooms so beautifully, refusing to admire it would just make me unappreciative of beauty.
Ye Shuang: 45-degree-deep-thought.jpg
Chen Qin’s cheeks flushed pink as she read his reply. She clicked her tongue, then continued typing.
Chen Qin: Got something to tell you.
Ye Shuang: Huh?
Chen Qin: The Zhao Group went bankrupt. Bet you’re thrilled, huh?
Ye Shuang: Oh?
Chen Qin: So calm? Don’t you wanna hear the details? Apparently, internal conflicts, and that Tang Hao guy ran off with the money.
Chen Qin: Useless at business, but first-rate at fleeing.
Ye Shuang: I see…
Ye Shuang: But is the Zhao Group a competitor of yours? What kind of business were they in?
Chen Qin froze, her fingers hovering over the screen.
For some reason, something felt… off about Ye Shuang’s responses.
It almost didn’t sound like him at all.
Could it be…?
Chen Qin: Are you upset?
Ye Shuang: Why would I be upset? I don’t even know the Zhao Group. Or… do I?
Chen Qin: Right, it’s got nothing to do with A’Ye now. Don’t know them, don’t care, hehe.
Chen Qin: Zhao Mengyao’s gone missing too. No idea if she’ll come looking for you—that crazy woman’s capable of anything.
Chen Qin: But don’t worry, I’ve got your back.
A pause, then another message popped up—
Ye Shuang: Who’s Zhao Mengyao?
Chen Qin’s breath hitched.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
