Jiang Ruolan quickly adjusted her expression and stepped forward with a faint smile to greet them. "President Zhou, Miss Kong."
Kong Huaijin nodded at her in return, and Zhou Yi also gave her a brief smile.
When Zhou Yi looked at her, Jiang Ruolan instantly recalled that night—the way his eyes had burned with desire. Uncontrollably, her face began to flush.
She lowered her head, pretending to fetch water, when Zhou Yi suddenly called out to her, concern flickering in his gaze. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "I'm fine. Just a little drowsy since I didn’t have coffee this afternoon. Thank you for your concern, President Zhou."
At the office, the two maintained a perfectly professional superior-subordinate relationship, leaving no room for suspicion.
Kong Huaijin didn’t suspect anything either, simply assuming Zhou Yi was genuinely considerate toward his colleagues.
"President Zhou, I’ll go buy some coffee for everyone. Miss Kong, what would you like?"
"Let Ye Chen and the others handle it. No need for you to make the trip. If you’re tired, take a break."
"It’s fine, I don’t mind. I often get coffee for everyone anyway—it’s no trouble."
Seeing her insistence, Zhou Yi didn’t press further.
Kong Huaijin casually mentioned her coffee preference, and an employee from Huanyu volunteered to accompany Jiang Ruolan downstairs. The entire office buzzed with a warm, harmonious atmosphere.
Honestly, Kong Huaijin had never seen a company like this before.
No exhausted gazes, no dark circles that couldn’t be concealed, no numb expressions.
As Kong Huaijin stood momentarily lost in thought, Zhou Yi smiled and said,
"Come on, let me show you my new project."
"Alright."
Zhou Yi didn’t miss the surprise and contemplation in Kong Huaijin’s eyes.
Perhaps, once again, he had unknowingly altered someone’s fate.
Zhou Yi led Kong Huaijin toward the MoYin department, while the rest of the office immediately erupted in gossip.
"Hey, who’s that? She’s stunning, and Jiang Ruolan seems so respectful toward her."
"Didn’t you hear? She’s Miss Kong. Haven’t you checked today’s trending topics?"
"I was too busy napping at lunch—didn’t have time for that."
"That’s Kong Huaijin, the daughter of Huaihai’s richest man! Rumor has it she’s a CEO herself. The trending posts say she splurged a fortune just to invite our President Zhou to dinner—even chased him to his university!"
Those who hadn’t heard the news gasped in shock.
"How much is ‘a fortune’?"
"Ten million, they say."
"This is the world of the wealthy—ten million just for a meal. President Zhou’s charm is unreal."
"I’m dreaming about this tonight. If a CEO offered me even a thousand, I’d say yes in a heartbeat."
"So why is she here at our company...?"
"No idea. But President Zhou doesn’t seem to dislike her. Oh no, is my ship sinking? I’m Team Yi-Lan!"
"I’m Team Yi-Man! Please don’t tell me the future boss’s wife is her. She’s gorgeous, but she seems so... untouchable."
......
Office gossip never ran dry, especially when it involved the boss and a wealthy heiress.
Soon, rumors about Zhou Yi and Kong Huaijin spread like wildfire across fan communities. Some even created a dedicated fan page for their "ship," named A Throw of Gold—a play on their names ("Yi" for Zhou Yi, "Jin" for Huaijin).
Whether it was Zhou Yi riding in her sports car or bringing her to the company, the news reached many.
Plenty of men seethed with envy, sneering that Zhou Yi was using Kong Huaijin to climb the social ladder—a gold-digger, they called him.
Zhou Yi’s fans fired back, accusing them of sour grapes. The two sides clashed online, fueling even more buzz.
[LookAtYourMom: What a pretty boy, living off women. Who knows how he got his company and that Rolls-Royce?]
[WangTengLovesGojiBerries: Starting a company in college? Yeah, right. No way he did it alone.]
[FoxTalksNonsense: Exactly. That woman standing next to the Rolls? Probably his sugar mommy.]
[DoumuGoddess: How shameless to call himself a CEO when he’s just a kept man. No wonder he’s so generous with employees—not his money, after all.]
[RomanceNovelsSuck: Let’s be real, this rich girl’s just playing with him. Wealthy people do this all the time—paying top dollar for male escorts isn’t unheard of.]
[Oh, so you’re speaking from experience? You must be one of those escorts.]
[Sour grapes, much? The stench of jealousy is leaking through my screen.]
[Look in the mirror. No wonder the CEO sister wouldn’t spare you a glance.]
[For the ugly, a closer look is cruelty. For pickled jealousy, a whiff is nausea—just like your words, vomit-inducing the moment you open your mouth.]
The haters were swiftly mobbed by fans, and soon, many tagged Zhang Wu, urging him to tear into them.
[Bro Can, where are you? They’re mocking Yi-ge!]
[Little Can Bro, we need your savage comebacks! Our insults are too weak without you!]
[This is too mild. Where’s our Can Squad Leader when we need him?]
[Hubby, say something!]
Zhang Wu, now the leader of Zhou Yi’s anti-defamation squad, couldn’t resist the sweet pleas of his fangirls.
The moment he saw the posts, he unleashed a verbal storm. The trolls tried to retaliate at first, but soon, they were so thoroughly wrecked that they deactivated their accounts.
Zhang Wu was showered with praise, basking in the glory of his anti-hate crusade.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi was showing Kong Huaijin the MoYin app. The moment she saw it, she recognized its potential.
She clicked her tongue in admiration. "How did you come up with this? There’s nothing like it on the market. I have a feeling this app will cause a sensation the moment it launches."
With a few celebrities and influencers onboard, some strategic advertising, and partnerships with phone manufacturers, success was practically guaranteed.
"No wonder you were so confident before. This is a brilliant project."
"So, Miss Kong, are you considering it?"
At the office, Zhou Yi didn’t call her "sister." Kong Huaijin knew he kept work and personal matters separate, so she didn’t mind the formal address and likewise referred to him as President Zhou.
"President Zhou, with an idea this brilliant, it’d be a shame not to invest. Only a fool would pass up easy money."
Zhou Yi set down the phone running the beta app and led her back to his office.
"What’s your take on MoYin’s development? You’re more experienced in internet investments than I am."
"Honestly, the initial funding required isn’t much—a few tens of millions will do. But scaling up later—operations, promotions, R&D—will demand significant capital. A conservative estimate would be at least a billion in financing. My suggestion? Bring in multiple investors. Anyone with vision wouldn’t refuse. As for me, I’ll need to discuss it with my father first."
"And how much are you personally considering investing? We can leave the early stage aside—I’m more interested in your long-term commitment."
"If this app develops as I expect, I can invest at least 500 million."
Then, with a faint smile, she added:
"—That's just my personal investment."
"The company's funds are separate."
Zhou Yi: Perfect. It seems he’s finally going to get to enjoy the perks of being a kept man.
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.”
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
