Lin Yu really wanted to pry Little Chi's head open and take a good look at exactly what was inside.
What kind of fancy maneuver was this? She even brought out the professional attire!
A trope where the maid turns the tables on the CEO?
A stormy sea was churning in Lin Yu's heart, but his face didn't show the slightest hint of emotion.
If, during the dream-entering process, Little Chi sensed that things were unreal,
the dream would definitely be affected and would very likely end prematurely.
Based on past experience,
the best approach was to accept all the settings created by the dream's owner.
It wasn't like Lin Yu was losing out on anything anyway, so what was there to fear?
Seeing the petite and charming Little Chi approaching in her maid outfit, Lin Yu glanced at the dining cart.
Aside from a steaming cup of coffee, there was absolutely nothing else on it.
Lin Yu: "..."
Is a boss's life really this bland and tasteless?
At least prepare some snacks or something!
It was just delivering a cup of coffee; was there really a need for such a grand spectacle as a dining cart?
It was obvious at a glance that Little Chi had a natural, stereotypical impression of the "rich" lifestyle.
Of course,
there was a second possibility.
That the snacks and treats had already gone into Little Chi's stomach!
"Boss Lin, your coffee is here."
"Do you need me to blow on it to cool it down for you?"
Lin Yu: "???"
Blow... to cool it down?!
How is this a boss? This is just a pure old pervert!
Was Little Chi really this obedient in a dream?
To actually agree to such a request really didn't fit her little witch persona.
Lin Yu seriously suspected whether this cup of coffee was a "special spiked" edition.
"Just leave it on the desk. Is it only coffee today?"
Lin Yu pointed at the office desk and asked.
Little Chi looked at Lin Yu with a stunned gaze, as if she had just heard something unbelievable.
Lin Yu was confused again: "???"
What did that mean?
Was he not even allowed to ask that?
He watched as Little Chi picked up the coffee cup with both hands and walked over to him.
She asked in a panicked and uneasy tone:
"Boss Lin, did I do something wrong?"
"If I made a mistake, you can tell me directly."
Hiss!
These words completely dumbfounded Lin Yu.
What did she mean?
He was just asking if there were any other snacks or things like that, so how did it suddenly get linked to making a mistake?
Lin Yu feigned composure and looked at Chi Qingchi; her eyes were anxious yet clear.
Looking closely, he could even see tears glistening in them.
It didn't look like a deliberate performance at all; rather, it seemed like she was genuinely terrified.
Lin Yu immediately asked:
"What do you mean by that?"
His tone was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
After all,
judging from the current situation,
the persona Little Chi had given Lin Yu was roughly like this. Where would you find a boss who talked about human feelings and understood compassion?
When asking the question, Lin Yu believed he was mentally prepared.
He wouldn't feel surprised no matter what weird answer he heard.
He absolutely never expected that
Chi Qingchi would actually say with a completely serious face:
"Boss Lin, don't you know me?"
"Aside from brewing coffee, I don't know how to cook any meals at all."
"Ever since I became your private secretary, haven't you only drank the coffee I brewed every day?"
"Today... why would you suddenly say that today?"
"Could it be that you want to change your private secretary, boss?"
"What mistake did I actually make?!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Your mistake is that your brain is too erratic!
Shouldn't bosses in movies and TV shows be swirling a glass of red wine in their hands?
The ones drinking coffee are the corporate slaves!
Having a stereotype is one thing, but you stereotyped the wrong crowd.
Stereotyping the wrong crowd is one thing, but you even added your own embellished self-fantasies.
What normal person doesn't eat and survives solely on coffee?
Lin Yu extremely reluctantly accepted this setting.
He responded, saying:
"Don't overthink it, I don't have that idea for the time being."
"It's just that I suddenly got hungry today and want to eat something."
"Your... office or break room should have something to eat, right?"
"Bring it over and share it with me."
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.
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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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!
