When Ye Shuang arrived at the company, he engaged in his usual daily chats with employees in the elevator—
He mostly asked about their views on the company, or recent events in certain departments, even gossip. Such exchanges were far more effective than the leadership suggestion box, after all, he communicated with them on an equal footing. Although the conversations were not long, they often revealed many issues.
If one cannot listen to negative feedback properly and always finds criticism unpleasant, eventually that kind of attitude will backfire.
“…”
After arriving at the office, Ye Shuang put his things away. An Shiyu hadn’t arrived yet, so he pinched the bridge of his nose and looked out the window at the scenery.
From there, he could see the sea. The weather was nice that day, and the water almost blended with the color of the sky, a vast expanse of deep blue.
“Hmm…”
A few seconds later, a knock came at the office door not far behind him. “Knock, knock.”
“Come in.”
If it had been An Shiyu, knocking was unlikely; she would probably just push the door open directly. Not using her foot to open it would already be considered good behavior.
“Mr. Ye.” It was Kou Kou. She came in carrying files and neatly arranged them on the desk.
“Would you like me to brew a cup of coffee for you?”
“No need,” Ye Shuang said, glancing at her and teasing, “You’ve been working hard lately, haven’t you?”
After all, ever since Chen Qin took leave to rest for her pregnancy, Kou Kou had been reassigned to work closely with him again. Ye Shuang had been very busy recently, and Kou Kou had also become busy—those lazy days when she could slack off were completely gone.
“Not at all,” Kou Kou replied.
After all, this workload was normal. The previous situation, where she had nothing to do for half a day and could only kill time on her phone, was hardly fitting for a president’s assistant. Besides, Ye Shuang often gave her small bonuses or perks, which made her feel a bit embarrassed to take them.
“Mr. Ye, here’s today’s schedule.” Kou Kou handed him a tablet with the schedule displayed.
“No external meetings today?” Ye Shuang asked after glancing at it.
“That’s right.”
“Looks like today will be a bit easier,” Ye Shuang mused. Since that was the case, he might as well not stay in the office today. He could take Chen Qin to have their wedding photos taken.
His time now was practically squeezed out whenever possible.
“Kou Kou, go ahead and attend to your work.”
“Okay, Mr. Ye.”
After Kou Kou left the office, Ye Shuang directly video-called Chen Qin.
The video rang several times before she answered. The other end was pitch black, with just a faint glimmer of light showing through.
“Ye—” A soft, drowsy voice came through, along with a dim light turning on. Then he saw Chen Qin, still groggy in bed, her long hair loose, squinting as she tried to look at the screen.
Ye Shuang was momentarily blinded by the bright glare. “Still not up, you sleepyhead?”
“Hah, I’m so tired.” Even so, Chen Qin sat up and leaned back against the headboard. “Ye, you’re already at work so early. Aren’t you really exhausted?”
“I’m fine; you’re just waking up way too late,” Ye Shuang said, glancing at the time. “I have a pretty light day today, so I was thinking of taking you to get our wedding photos done. What do you think?”
“Is it a studio or a private top-tier photographer?” Chen Qin asked.
“I’ll check with that photographer first,” Ye Shuang said. “If the timing works, we’ll book that private photographer for today.”
“Alright, I’ll go brush my teeth.”
“Okay.”
Seeing Chen Qin headed off to freshen up, Ye Shuang hung up and called Kou Kou back in.
“Mr. Ye, what do you need?”
“That top-tier photographer you found for me last time—the one with many international awards—is he free today?” Ye Shuang asked. “If possible, I’d like to schedule him for today.”
“A shoot for today?”
“Yeah.”
“Mr. Ye, I’ll contact him now, but he might not reply right away. Should I let you know when I hear back?”
“You can just give me his contact info.”
“I have his business card.”
Kou Kou said, pulling out her phone and sharing a contact card with Ye Shuang. He took a look—
【an-yi】
The profile picture was a landscape shot with a silhouette of a girl in sunlight.
Ye Shuang zoomed in on the photo and saw that it was quite a stunning image. If the photographer had taken it himself, it was very impressive indeed.
Then Ye Shuang added him as a contact.
About ten minutes later, the other party replied.
Ye Shuang: Hi, photographer, are you free for a shoot today? It’s in Haizhu City.
anyi: Doing it today would be a bit of a rush.
anyi: In principle, it has to be booked in advance. It’s tough to arrange.
Ye Shuang: Can we work it out with extra pay? Money isn’t an issue—I’ve been too busy to find time lately.
Ye Shuang: How about adding two or three thousand?
anyi: In principle, no, but in practice, yes. That works.
Blunt as can be.
anyi: Send me the address.
Ye Shuang: Sure.
anyi: Do you have a makeup artist booked?
Ye Shuang: The bride won’t be wearing makeup, so we’ll go with a natural shoot.
anyi: Got it.
After confirming the time and location, Ye Shuang went straight to pick up Chen Qin from home. According to Chen’s Mother, Chen Qin was not allowed to go out alone—she always needed someone to accompany her.
“Photo shoot, photo shoot, hmm-hmm-hmm.” Chen Qin was in high spirits that day, gently swaying her head in the passenger seat.
“You’re in a good mood,” Ye Shuang said, gripping the steering wheel with a faint smile.
“Of course! Being with Ye makes me happy,” Chen Qin said, then paused before adding, “Ye, am I dreaming?”
“Dreaming about what?”
“About marrying you,” Chen Qin said cheerfully. “If it’s a dream, I don’t want to wake up. I’ll just keep sleeping like this forever.”
“Silly.”
“Ye.”
“Hmm?”
“After we get married, do you want to hold a wedding for Yu You too?” Chen Qin said. “I won’t tell my parents about it.”
Ye Shuang was stunned. After a few seconds, he sighed softly. “You should be a little more selfish.”
“I’m already very content, really.”
“Alright.” Ye Shuang reached out and tapped Chen Qin’s forehead, then shifted the topic to the photographer. “Let me show you some of the photographer’s work—his Moments posts. They look pretty good.”
Chen Qin took Ye Shuang’s phone and opened the photographer’s Moments. The photos displayed there were indeed quite impressive.
“Won’t I look bad without makeup? I feel like heavy makeup is needed for the camera,” Chen Qin said, holding her face in her hands.
“Don’t worry, you look great even without makeup,” Ye Shuang assured her. “Your facial features are sculpted enough for photos, and that photographer’s editing skills must be good too.”
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
