The thirty-fifth floor of the office tower offered a sweeping, unobstructed view of the cityscape. Chen Qin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the shimmering bay in the distance as she took a sip of coffee, lost in thought.
"Knock, knock."
"Come in."
The office door swung open, and her assistant stepped inside. "Director Chen, the planning department has finalized the meeting proposal. Please review it."
Chen Qin's expression remained calm as she returned to her seat. After carefully going through the document, she signed her name.
"Proceed with this plan. Also, notify Lisa to compile the financial report on last quarter’s investment losses—I need to see it."
"Understood, Director Chen." The assistant hesitated before adding, "Regarding the Longhu development project... we might need to allocate an additional 100 million yuan."
"Got it. You may leave."
"Yes."
As the assistant turned to go, Chen Qin suddenly called out, "Wait."
"Is there anything else, Director Chen?"
"What’s on my schedule for this afternoon?"
"Director Chen, you have no other commitments this afternoon, but Director Yang has requested to have dinner with you." The assistant smiled. "It might be nice to relax with Director Yang."
Chen Qin shot her a cool glance. "Since when do you schedule my personal time?"
Realizing her mistake, the assistant immediately lowered her head. "M-my apologies, Director Chen."
"Get out."
"Yes."
Once the door closed, Chen Qin leaned back in her chair, staring at the scenic wallpaper on her computer. With a quick keystroke, the image switched to a photo of a young man.
"I wonder what that guy is up to right now." A faint smile touched her lips as she cradled her coffee, gently swiveling her chair like a lovestruck girl.
After a moment’s hesitation, she glanced at her phone but wavered.
Would he think I’m clingy? Annoying?
Finally, she straightened up and tapped out a message:
Chen Qin: It’s past three—time for tea!
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She stared at the chat window, but there was no "typing" indicator. Sighing, she rested her delicate fingers against her chin and set the phone aside.
Ding.
A notification chimed, and Chen Qin immediately snatched up her phone.
[Battery low: 20% remaining]
Chen Qin: "..."
Expressionless, she tossed it onto the wireless charger. Just then, another notification sounded.
She grabbed it again.
Ye Shuang: Aren’t you working?
Chen Qin couldn’t help but grin: I’m off today. So bored at home—come take me out, will you?
She deliberately avoided mentioning she was still at the office, not wanting to pressure Ye Shuang with the implication that all her free time was reserved for him.
Because she feared he’d find her irritating.
Ye Shuang: I’m on the clock. Next time.
Chen Qin’s cheeks puffed out.
Chen Qin: Take the day off. I’ll cover your wages~
Ye Shuang: And you call yourself a boss? Zero professional ethics.
Chen Qin: Meanie. Fine, I’ll find another guy!
Ye Shuang: Okay.
Chen Qin: I’m serious!
Ye Shuang: Mhm.
Chen Qin: Don’t you dare whine later—get out here!
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Ye Shuang: ...
Ye Shuang: Come over for dinner tonight. Still dealing with a few girls here, and I just stuck it in.
Chen Qin: The hell??????
Ye Shuang: A thermometer. What did you think?
Chen Qin: Ugh, fine. Dinner at your place. Make my favorites—garlic scallops, a good soup, and sand ginger chicken.
Ye Shuang: You’re really not holding back, huh? Fine.
Chen Qin: Heh.
Setting down her phone, Chen Qin suddenly felt her nose tickle.
Achoo!
...
Hatchoo!
Meanwhile, in the school infirmary, Ye Shuang sneezed. Rubbing his nose, he figured the AC was set too low—despite the summer heat creeping in.
"Nurse~~ I’m so hot~"
"Nurse, do I have a fever~~?"
"Nurse, nurse~~ I don’t feel good~~~"
Three female students sat before him, their voices sickly sweet. Even without checking the thermometer, Ye Shuang could feel the heat radiating off them.
He sighed inwardly. The air in the infirmary was thick with hormones.
Soon, the results confirmed his suspicion—no actual fever.
After ushering the trio out, Ye Shuang returned to his seat. Being a school nurse was easier than expected; most "patients" these days were just lovesick girls.
"Out of gum."
Patting his pockets, he stood to visit the school store—though he knew chewing too much would square his jaw.
Quitting smoking was a marathon, battling not just physical cravings but psychological addiction.
After grabbing a pack of sour plum lozenges, he wandered onto the sports field for a stroll.
In the distance, a PE class was underway. Squinting under the tree shade, Ye Shuang couldn’t quite tell if it was Yu You’s class.
"Pervy old man, what are you doing out here?"
The sudden voice made him start. He glanced around but saw no one.
"Up here."
Looking up, he spotted a short-haired girl perched on a tree branch, legs dangling.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Why are you up there?"
"Tired. Needed a seat." An Shiyu peered down, her bangs framing sharp eyes. Despite wearing a pleated skirt, she seemed unbothered by Ye Shuang’s upward gaze and lazily added,
"Don’t get any ideas, creeper. I’m wearing safety shorts."
Ye Shuang’s eye twitched. "I wasn’t looking! And since when did I go from ‘lecher’ to ‘pervy old man’?!"
"Also, who the hell sits on a tree branch to rest?!"
An Shiyu merely shrugged. "Says the gropey uncle. So nosy."
Then, to his shock, she leaned backward—hanging upside down from the branch until their faces were inches apart. "A ninja’s core skill is blending into any environment."
Ye Shuang gaped at her legs, still hooked securely on the branch, then at her inverted smirk. Damn impressive.
But as his gaze drifted lower, he remarked, "Your hairline’s receding?"
The words made An Shiyu jolt—and she plummeted.
Ye Shuang lunged forward, instinctively catching her.
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?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
