"Looking for part-time help..."
Chen Qimeng glanced at Lin Yu, her expression troubled as she struggled to find the right words.
After a moment’s hesitation, she reconsidered.
Between her and Xiao Yu, was there really anything she couldn’t say?
So she decided to be straightforward:
"Xiao Yu, the work at the flower shop is quite detailed, and the only really troublesome part is the deliveries."
"Honestly, it’s only for a specific hour or two each day, but the timing isn’t fixed."
"I know you’re thinking of me, but the shop’s profits are already..."
In Chen Qimeng’s mind, the person Lin Yu mentioned was probably one of his classmates.
A college student taking on a part-time job, especially at a flower shop—
Forget about wages, what kind of work experience or skill-building could they even expect?
And when it came to pay, she genuinely didn’t have much to offer.
She couldn’t possibly ask someone to work without giving them fair compensation, could she?
The fact that Chen Qimeng could be so direct with him touched Lin Yu deeply.
At least now, she no longer treated him like a child.
She was willing to share the reality of the situation and discuss it with him.
In a way, he might even have to thank that "Thousand-Faced Fox" woman still lying in a hospital bed.
Without her accidental "assistance," Chen Qimeng might not have changed so much.
Lin Yu wasn’t unaware of the flower shop’s financial struggles.
But by bringing this up, he had already considered it carefully.
"Aunt Qimeng, don’t worry about the pay."
"We can try a different approach—compensate them with 'labor' instead."
"It might just mean you’ll have to put in a little extra effort sometimes."
Chen Qimeng: "???"
Was it really possible to hire part-time help without paying them?
Lin Yu’s mention of "labor payment" left her utterly confused.
"No money? Then... how could we possibly ask someone to work for free?"
"Xiao Yu, even if they’re your good friends, we still can’t..."
She trailed off, feeling the rest of her words might sound too harsh.
Lin Yu, however, looked completely confident.
"We can give it a try first. I’m not entirely sure it’ll work either."
"I’ll need to make a call and discuss it. If it doesn’t work out, we can stop anytime."
Chen Qimeng met his gaze.
Her instinctive trust overpowered her rational doubts, and she found herself nodding in agreement.
With the shop owner’s approval secured, Lin Yu stepped outside with his phone and dialed a number he’d only recently saved.
After a few rings, an enthusiastic voice answered:
"Little Brother Lin Yu, you should’ve received the money by now, right?"
"If you ever come across any other hard-to-sell treasures, just bring them to Gui Hang."
"As long as I’m here, I’ll make sure to help you out."
Lin Yu replied warmly,
"The money’s come through, thank you, Sister Hong."
"That’s actually why I’m calling."
"This collaboration went so well, I’ve got another piece I might sell next month."
Sister Hong’s voice brightened instantly:
"Anytime! Seriously, anytime!"
"Little Brother Lin Yu, just give me a heads-up a couple of days before you’re ready, and we’ll make it happen."
The "Yuan Dynasty Carved Lacquer Grapevine Pattern Begonia Tray" had already brought Gui Hang a wave of prestige.
If they could ride that momentum with another big sale next month—
None of the other underground auction houses would stand a chance against Gui Hang’s rising fame.
Lin Yu could tell from Sister Hong’s tone that she was quite excited at the moment.
Seizing the opportunity, he added:
"Sister Hong, there’s another small matter that could kill two birds with one stone. I’d like to discuss it with you."
"Isn’t Sister Feirong preparing for the civil service exam?"
"I know a suitable tutor I’d like to recommend to you!"
"Locking herself away at home won’t help. Sister Feirong just holes up in her room playing games, don’t you think?"
Sister Hong paused for a few seconds before abruptly shifting her tone:
"Little brother Lin Yu, are you saying Rongrong…"
"Has been bleeping holed up in her room playing games this whole time?!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn it!
Why did she zero in on that part?
That wasn’t the point he was trying to make!
...
At 2:30 in the afternoon,
Chi Qingchi had made plans with her club’s younger girls to take photos together,
so she left the flower shop early.
By then, two more familiar faces had arrived at the shop:
The antique-loving elder sister, Shen Buyao!
And the queen of dirty jokes, Huang Feirong!
After a round of introductions,
Chen Qimeng pulled Lin Yu aside and asked uneasily:
"Tutoring that girl Rongrong for the civil service exam?"
"Xiao Yu, I can’t do this!"
"I took my exams back in the early 2000s—what kind of useful experience could I possibly have now?"
"Wouldn’t I just… be wasting her time?"
Lin Yu was tempted to say outright:
With Sister Feirong’s academic record, is there even any room to waste her time?
How much lower could she go?!
But he couldn’t phrase it so harshly.
Instead, he reassured her:
"Qimeng, can’t you be a little more confident?"
"Even if you took the exam in the early 2000s, you still passed!"
"Knowledge doesn’t expire—what matters is the study method, right?"
Chen Qimeng: "???"
Is that how it works?
Seeing her doubtful expression, Lin Yu quickly added:
"Sister Feirong’s family isn’t short on money. Her parents just want her to pass the exam no matter what."
"Aside from the time needed for errands, she can study at the shop. Isn’t that better than her going out to date or party?"
"For kids from wealthy families, as long as they stay out of trouble, it’s a win."
Chen Qimeng was still hesitant: "But…"
Lin Yu simply turned to Huang Feirong and asked:
"Sister Feirong, Auntie Qimeng and I discussed it."
"Aside from an hour or two each day for arranging flowers or making deliveries,"
"and the four-hour study sessions agreed with your mom—Sister Hong,"
"the rest of your time at the shop is yours to spend as you like."
"Oh, and I’ll install a super fast computer in that corner over there!"
"What do you think?"
The moment she heard this,
Huang Feirong’s eyes lit up like stars!
"I’m in! I’m so in!"
"Sister Qimeng, to be honest, my childhood dream was to run a flower shop."
"Today, I’m basically… living the dream!!"
"I’m a hard worker—I’ll do anything, busy or not!"
"Talking about pay is so crass. Plus, I get to learn from you? I’m beyond in!"
"You can totally trust me with the flower deliveries."
"And uh… the faster that computer gets installed, the better. Hehehe."
Lin Yu turned back and shrugged at Chen Qimeng:
See? Easy fix.
Hearing Huang Feirong’s enthusiasm,
Chen Qimeng finally said:
"Rongrong, then let’s… give it a try?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
