"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.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
