The top-floor duplex at Wanliu House.
Pei Ningxue looked at the three words popping up on the screen, "Alright, wait for me," and gave a soft snort.
She casually tossed her phone onto the sofa and walked barefoot across the thick wool carpet, heading toward the walk-in closet in a rather good mood.
Truth be told, she had taken that photo of the suitcase half an hour ago.
The trip to Shanghai to discuss the autonomous driving system with several new energy vehicle companies was originally scheduled for three days later. The flights and hotel were all booked according to that timeline.
She sent that photo today purely to test the waters.
Chen Zhi had just returned from Changsha, and yesterday afternoon he ran off to Renmin University to see that law student. Knowing this scumbag's habit of "balancing his cups of water," he would most likely play dead in his dorm today, or find an excuse to accompany that singer.
If Chen Zhi dared to find an excuse to brush her off, she would absolutely storm into the boys' dormitory at Peking University's Yuanpei College today to demand an explanation.
To her surprise, the guy agreed so readily.
Pei Ningxue pulled open the closet doors, her fingers trailing over rows of clothes.
Since he agreed, they would leave today.
Here in Beijing, Chen Zhi's attention was always divided into several pieces. One moment he had to see the big star, the next he had to go deliver warmth to Renmin University.
Once they got to Shanghai, they would be far away from all that.
There would be no singer, and no law student.
For the next few days, Chen Zhi's time, energy, and his very person would belong entirely to her, Pei Ningxue.
Thinking of this, Pei Ningxue directly pressed the call button, dialing the administrative director of Deep Space Technology.
"Change the flight tickets to Shanghai for President Chen and me. Yes, the earliest one this afternoon. Tell Lao Zhao to wait downstairs in half an hour."
...
Forty minutes later.
Chen Zhi, carrying a black backpack, burst through the door of the Wanliu House duplex.
As soon as he entered the foyer, he saw that Pei Ningxue had already changed into a tailored khaki trench coat over a black turtleneck sweater. Her long hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head, and she was sitting on the bench, putting on a pair of high-heeled ankle boots.
Beside her sat that silver-gray metallic Rimowa suitcase.
"Hold on, President Pei," Chen Zhi said, catching his breath as he tossed his backpack onto the suitcase. "Isn't your efficiency a bit too high? Yesterday morning you said there was no rush this week. Why the sudden flight today?"
"Do you have any idea how much money Deep Space Technology burns in a day?" Pei Ningxue stood up and smoothed the hem of her trench coat. "The sooner we sign the contract, the sooner we see returns in the company's account. As the CFO, I deal with countless matters every day, and my schedule changes at a moment's notice. Do you have a problem with that?"
Chen Zhi couldn't help but chuckle at her all-business, strong-woman demeanor.
"Alright, alright, you're the boss."
Chen Zhi walked over, naturally wrapped his arm around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
Pei Ningxue didn't dodge. Instead, she leaned into his embrace and reached up to straighten his slightly messy collar.
"Did you bring everything?"
"I did. Chargers, a change of clothes, and that 'degraded version' of the Moss demo program Dai Damai whipped up." Chen Zhi patted his backpack. "It's all in here."
"Let's go, Lao Zhao is waiting downstairs."
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove smoothly along the highway toward Daxing Airport.
It was quiet inside the car.
Chen Zhi had actually slept okay in his dorm last night, but the exhaustion from working non-stop over the past few days hadn't completely faded. He leaned back against the leather seat, resting his eyes.
Pei Ningxue wasn't looking at documents either. Instead, she rested her head on Chen Zhi's shoulder, toying with the red string around his left wrist.
"When we get to Shanghai, we'll go see President Li from Nio first," Pei Ningxue said softly. "They are very interested in our autonomous driving system but have reservations about the quote."
"Think it's too expensive?" Chen Zhi didn't even lift his eyelids.
"Obviously. You opened by asking for a licensing fee of five percent of the vehicle's selling price, plus an annual interface maintenance fee." Pei Ningxue pinched his arm. "Who does business like you? It's worse than robbery."
"It's a core technology monopoly. If you can rob them, why not?" Chen Zhi shifted into a more comfortable position. "How much does Tesla's FSD sell for? Even if our system is degraded by seventy percent, it's still a cut above Tesla's. If they want to overtake the competition in smart technology, they have no choice but to buy what we're selling."
Hearing his confident tone gave Pei Ningxue an indescribable sense of security.
She loved seeing Chen Zhi in command, strategizing with ease.
Although this man was an absolute scumbag when it came to romance, his business acumen and methods were undeniably ruthless and sharp.
Two hours later, the plane took off smoothly.
In first class.
Pei Ningxue ordered a glass of champagne, but just as she took a sip, Chen Zhi snatched the glass away.
"What are you doing?" Pei Ningxue glared at him.
"Why are you drinking alcohol in broad daylight?" Chen Zhi handed the champagne to the flight attendant, swapped it for a glass of warm water, and shoved it into her hands. "You've been pulling all-nighters at the company looking over financial reports these past few days. Do you not care about your stomach anymore?"
Holding the warm water, the slight annoyance in Pei Ningxue's heart instantly vanished into thin air.
She turned sideways, leaned close to Chen Zhi's ear, and lowered her voice.
"Chen Zhi."
"Hmm?"
"How about you let me hold onto your phone for the next few days in Shanghai?"
Chen Zhi's back stiffened as he turned to look at her.
The expression on Pei Ningxue's face was completely serious; there was no hint of a joke.
"What are you planning?" Chen Zhi warily covered his pocket.
"Nothing. We're going to negotiate a multi-billion-dollar deal, so we need absolute focus, right?" Pei Ningxue said unhurriedly. "What if, during a meeting, your big star girlfriend messages you to check up on you, or that little law school sister comes crying to you about not being able to write her thesis? What if it affects President Chen's performance?"
The muscles in Chen Zhi's face twitched.
This woman really was up to no good.
"Work is work, and personal life is personal life. I can distinguish between the two," Chen Zhi refused self-righteously. "Besides, Dai Damai needs to report on the technical progress at any time, so I can't be without my phone."
"Tch." Pei Ningxue rolled her eyes and leaned back against her seat. "Stingy."
She hadn't actually expected Chen Zhi to hand over his phone anyway.
As long as Chen Zhi was by her side for these next few days, nothing else mattered.
At four in the afternoon.
The plane landed at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
