Cheng Tianwei looked over the evaluations of Shen Yi that his secretary had collected.
One was from his team members, and the other was from the advertising department manager.
The evaluations were quite polarized. Among his colleagues, Shen Yi had a good reputation.
He was described as stable in character, low-key, introverted, and easy to get along with.
However, the feedback from the leadership level was less impressive, with phrases like "hardworking and diligent" being the most positive.
To put it bluntly, he was seen as unremarkable.
It was like the kind of comment a homeroom teacher would write on a student's report card: "This student is obedient, well-behaved, healthy, and loves to work."
There really wasn’t much to praise.
Cheng Tianwei flipped the thin piece of paper back and forth, his frown deepening.
From any angle, this was just an ordinary entry-level employee.
An ordinary background, mediocre abilities, and a lack of ambition.
The only thing worth mentioning was that he had graduated from a prestigious university, but his major wasn’t particularly competitive.
Cheng Tianwei couldn’t understand the reason behind it.
He knew his daughter’s personality and preferences all too well.
Although Cheng Jun usually seemed carefree and easygoing, she was actually quite strong-willed and intelligent, with a knack for adaptability. As her father, Cheng Tianwei often found it hard to keep up with her.
Without a special reason, it was difficult for anyone to get close to her.
Thinking about his daughter, Cheng Tianwei felt a headache coming on.
Recently, she had changed quite a bit, arriving and leaving work on time, and being so diligent that it was like she had become a different person.
According to the live-in housekeeper, she had stopped staying up late and had even given up her favorite games and TV shows.
She would come home and spend her time painting, going to bed on time every night.
Cheng Tianwei was almost shocked. Such a well-behaved version of his daughter usually only appeared when she wanted something from him or was about to ask for money. He couldn’t imagine what had caused this change.
If it were just that, he would have been secretly pleased.
But the problem was that Cheng Jun had been acting mysteriously lately, disappearing as soon as she got off work, leaving him feeling unsettled.
He wasn’t worried about her safety, but he had a vague premonition.
The little girl he had doted on for over twenty years might soon be slipping away.
The old father tossed the paper aside, leaned back in his executive chair, and let out a sigh of mixed emotions.
...
In the afternoon.
At a restaurant in the Jianyuan District, in a corner seat.
Cheng Jun and Shen Yi sat across from each other.
"Cheng Jun, now you can tell me what the secret is," Shen Yi said in a low voice, holding a glass.
Around 10 a.m., Shen Yi had been taking a break when Cheng Jun called, inviting him to lunch.
At the time, Shen Yi was preoccupied with some system issues and wasn’t in the mood, so he declined.
But Cheng Jun insisted, using the secret she had mentioned before as leverage, which made him reconsider. Plus, his mind was in turmoil, and he couldn’t make a decision.
That’s why he agreed to meet.
She was wearing a black knee-length dress that was simple yet elegant, with a fitted style that accentuated her graceful figure.
Her face was beautiful, with delicate, fair skin that resembled a peach blossom in spring, exuding a natural fragrance.
Such a radiant person sitting next to Shen Yi naturally drew the attention of other diners, who couldn’t help but glance her way, losing their appetite in the process.
Facing Shen Yi’s subtle aloofness, Cheng Jun simply smiled and said,
"Don’t be in such a hurry. Since we’re here to eat, let’s eat first."
"And please, call me Zhu Yun."
As she spoke, she naturally picked up some food with her chopsticks and placed it in Shen Yi’s bowl.
Just like Shen Yi used to do for her.
Shen Yi silently picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.
The restaurant had been chosen by Cheng Jun, and she had clearly done her research.
She knew that Shen Yi preferred spicier food, so she had picked this place.
The dishes on the table were all to Shen Yi’s taste. He had only eaten a sandwich in the morning, and by now, he was naturally a bit hungry.
So he set aside his questions and focused on eating.
When he really dug in, he could eat quite a lot, and his chopsticks moved swiftly.
Cheng Jun’s eyes never left Shen Yi, and seeing him enjoy the food, she put down her chopsticks and rested her chin on her hands, watching him intently.
It was as if no food blogger could compare to the joy of watching him eat.
Shen Yi paused for a moment, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and asked,
"Why aren’t you eating?"
Cheng Jun smiled, refilled Shen Yi’s glass with water, and then said,
"I’ve been dieting recently, so I’m not very hungry. Watching you eat is enough for me."
Shen Yi glanced at Cheng Jun’s tall, slender figure and instinctively advised her,
"You’re already so slim. If you diet any more, what’s left for the rest of us? Eat a bit more; your health is what matters most."
Cheng Jun’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something deeper as she said,
"Can I take that as you caring about me?"
Shen Yi frowned. He had come here solely to hear the secret Cheng Jun had mentioned and didn’t want to get involved with her any further, so his responses had been lukewarm.
He picked up his glass, using the act of drinking water to mask his emotions, and said,
"Think whatever you want."
"That’s my glass you’re holding."
"Huh?"
Shen Yi froze, instinctively looking down at the table.
"Pfft..."
Hearing Cheng Jun cover her mouth and laugh, Shen Yi realized he had been tricked.
"You..."
"Alright, just a little joke," Cheng Jun said, waving her hand with a charming smile that made it impossible to stay mad. Shen Yi was no exception.
Then she lowered her gaze, her fingertips tracing the edge of the table, and said,
"More than this, I actually prefer the food you make..."
At these words, Shen Yi’s thoughts instantly returned to the little house where they had lived together, and the memories of their daily life came flooding back.
"Thank you..."
"My cooking is just average, just some home-style dishes."
Shen Yi wasn’t being modest; his cooking skills were indeed average—not great, but not bad either. Just passable.
Back then, they didn’t have the luxury of being picky, and as long as the food was cooked and hot, it was good enough. Shen Yi didn’t feel he deserved such praise.
"But I like it."
Cheng Jun said without hesitation, her tone suggesting that no amount of money could buy her happiness.
She leaned in closer, her beautiful face inches away, her gaze intense as she looked at Shen Yi, her words carrying a double meaning.
Shen Yi’s heart seemed to skip a beat. Cheng Jun’s intentions were clear.
When it came to food, everyone had their own standards, and what suited one’s taste was what they liked. The same could be said for people.
He wasn’t a fool, so he avoided her gaze and pretended not to understand.
To be honest, when a woman like Cheng Jun—with her looks and family background—was willing to lower herself and go out of her way to please someone,
especially when that someone was you,
who could resist? Who wouldn’t be moved? Who could remain indifferent?
Shen Yi didn’t have the extraordinary detachment required, so he awkwardly changed the subject.
"Didn’t you say you had a secret to tell me the next time we met?"
Cheng Jun didn’t push for an immediate response, especially since Shen Yi had just rejected her before.
Instead, she turned around and pulled out a rolled-up piece of drawing paper from her bag.
She pushed the rolled paper toward Shen Yi and gestured for him to take a look.
Shen Yi, filled with curiosity, unrolled the paper.
It wasn’t just one drawing but several, and Shen Yi looked through them one by one.
"This is..."
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.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
