Ye Shuang arrived at the troubled department only to find Chen Hai already sitting in a chair. His condition was terrible, even somewhat pathetic—the wounds from his last fight with Ye Shuang hadn't even healed yet, and now he had several new bruises.
He was leaning his arms on his knees, and his glasses had fallen to the side, left unpicked.
"What happened?!" Quite a few people were gathered around, and they all fell silent the moment Ye Shuang appeared.
It was President Ye.
The crowd instinctively parted to let Ye Shuang through.
"President Ye, two new hires got into a fight…" An employee began explaining the incident—basically, an argument between the two had escalated into a physical altercation.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang frowned slightly and looked at the other person who had fought with Chen Hai. He found this person somewhat familiar—tall and skinny, like a bamboo pole.
"Huh?"
Why did he look so familiar? It was as if he knew him.
[Character: Feng Xiaowei
Your high school love rival. Oho, oho, the show's about to begin.]
Ye Shuang: "..."
Feng Xiaowei.
During high school, Ye Shuang's impression of this person was faint, almost non-existent. Wait… shouldn't he have known him, since he was a love rival?
Love rival…
Could it be related to that girl named Zhao Mengyao?
"…" A sudden sharp pain in his head made Ye Shuang fall silent for a moment. He then glanced at the condition of Feng Xiaowei and Chen Hai and said calmly,
"Both of you, come to my office first."
Chen Hai stood up and followed Ye Shuang without a word.
Feng Xiaowei, on the other hand, looked at Ye Shuang with confusion before asking, "You… are Ye Shuang?"
"It's President Ye. How can you casually address the Vice President by name?" a colleague immediately whispered beside him.
A subtle expression appeared on Feng Xiaowei's face, showing hesitation, as if he didn't want to leave with Ye Shuang.
"I-I'm not feeling well!" Feng Xiaowei blurted out,
"My stomach hurts!"
However, An Shiyu, who was standing nearby, suddenly handed something over. Feng Xiaowei was taken aback and looked at the girl with puzzlement, "This… what is it?"
And why was this young girl wearing a maid outfit?
"This thing is called glue, so you don't have to go to the bathroom," An Shiyu said with dot eyes.
Feng Xiaowei didn't understand the connection between the bathroom and glue until An Shiyu said with a look of disdain, "To glue your asshole shut, duh. Don't you get it, you idiot?"
Feng Xiaowei: "..."
Huh?
“Follow me for now,” Ye Shuang's calm tone carried an air of undeniable authority. Feng Xiaowei unconsciously followed him into the elevator.
The quiet elevator ascended slowly.
Ye Shuang glanced at Chen Hai beside him. Although he very much wanted to ask about his injuries, they didn't seem serious for the time being.
Just a few more bruises.
Back in the office, Ye Shuang had Kou Kou pour them both a glass of water and then asked about the details of what had actually happened.
Feng Xiaowei looked at Ye Shuang and chose to remain silent for the moment. Chen Hai, however, sneered at him a few times, "You dumbass, weren't you all high and mighty just now? Even blabbering about Ye and Zhao Mengyao. What's wrong, cat got your tongue now?"
Hearing Chen Hai's voice, Feng Xiaowei shot him a venomous look, "..."
"Hahaha, dumbass, didn't expect Ye Shuang to be your boss, did you? Hahaha!" Chen Hai was amused.
He actually hadn't expected to run into Feng Xiaowei on his very first day at work. The few of them had never gotten along back in high school, especially after Ye Shuang started dating Zhao Mengyao—this Feng Xiaowei had secretly caused plenty of trouble back then.
Chen Hai had originally thought that bygones should be bygones. Who knew this Feng Xiaowei would still have a nasty mouth? That's how the two ended up fighting.
"Heh, guess I'm out of luck then," Feng Xiaowei decided to drop all pretense now and looked at Ye Shuang,
"President Ye, is it? Never thought you'd do so well for yourself, even becoming a Vice President here."
To be honest, Feng Xiaowei was naturally extremely jealous. He had gone through five rounds of interviews to get in here. Who would have thought that after finally entering this company, he'd find his former love rival as his direct superior?
This feeling…
It was as if he were the protagonist of a novel, just waiting to awaken a system and put the other guy in his place.
But this was reality. Feng Xiaowei could only fantasize.
Hearing this much, Ye Shuang roughly understood what was going on.
It was probably Feng Xiaowei running into Chen Hai, and with both of them having sharp tongues, they just ended up fighting.
"Each of you will write me a two-thousand-word self-criticism essay, receive a formal demerit, and have one month's commission deducted. If there's a next time, you'll be fired. Any problems with that?" Ye Shuang didn't have time right now to dwell on high school romantic entanglements.
To be honest, he didn't care about what happened back then anymore. Or perhaps, because his memories were gone, Zhao Mengyao simply wasn't important to Ye Shuang himself.
After Ye Shuang said this, both Feng Xiaowei and Chen Hai were stunned.
One was surprised that Ye Shuang wasn't firing him; the other was confused why he was being punished for standing up for his buddy.
"You… you're not firing me?" Feng Xiaowei looked at Ye Shuang in astonishment.
Having just dropped all pretense, he had already prepared himself to leave.
"I'm handling this according to regulations," Ye Shuang said slowly.
Feng Xiaowei: "..."
For a moment, his own behavior of tearing off the facade made him feel suddenly ashamed. He could even sense that Ye Shuang hadn't taken him to heart at all, as if dealing with some stray dog that had wandered in.
After Feng Xiaowei left in a daze, Ye Shuang now looked at Chen Hai, only to find him looking very displeased.
"I got into a fight for you, bro, and you still punish me," Chen Hai said gloomily.
"Although fists can be effective, in the workplace, it's the lowest form of behavior. You're aiming for a promotion in the future—don't leave such a black mark on your record," Ye Shuang said, looking somewhat helplessly at Chen Hai.
"And, although I told you to hand in a self-criticism, you could just not write it, couldn't you? After all, I'm the one who'll be checking it."
"Oh, got it. Just going through the motions," Chen Hai said, suddenly understanding, but then he winced in pain, holding his face, "Damn, that bamboo pole really packs a punch."
"Head back now. Chen Qin will definitely find out about this," Ye Shuang continued. "Lay low for a while. If you want Uncle Chen and the others to truly trust you, don't let something like this happen again."
Chen Hai muttered, "About Chen Qin…"
"I'll talk to her."
"Alright, as long as the old man doesn't find out."
After Chen Hai left, Ye Shuang slowly let out a sigh.
He shouldn't have had to handle this sort of thing, but since it involved Chen Hai, Ye Shuang couldn't just ignore it.
"Speaking of which, what time is it?"
Ye Shuang checked the time and saw it was almost time to get off work.
"Time to leave." The clock hit five, and Ye Shuang announced.
"Packing up," An Shiyu, who was nearby, chimed in.
And so, An Shiyu followed Ye Shuang home.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
