Love at First Sight

【Name: Zhou Yi】

【Level: Lv48 (Diamond)】

【Wealth: 1,022,850,000 yuan (Nearly a billionaire)】

【Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)】

【Combat Power: 100 (Invincible)】

【IQ: 200 (Brilliant)】

【Reputation: 91 (Well-known Figure)】

【Attribute Points: 5,598,000】

Mission Progress Panel:

【Xia Qiuzhi's Regret Value: 94】

【Chu Han's Regret Value: 100】

【Su Ning's Regret Value: 100】

【Comeback Progress: 93】

【Heart Points Earned: 9,036,000】

【Number of Devoted Admirers: 1 (B-rank Character: You Man)】

【Achievement Unlocked: Against All Odds】

【Items/Skills Acquired: Photographic Memory, Exceptional Recall / Basic Medical Skills / Star of Entertainment】

【Current Ranking: 4,099】

【System Store Unlocked】

Zhou Yi's heart points and wealth had been multiplying rapidly. Excluding his previous expenditures and investments, his net worth had now reached a staggering one billion yuan.

The modest growth in attribute points was due to his earlier purchases of system store perks, such as Xie Tingwan's Favorability Reminder, the Singing Talent perk, the Blushing perk, and others.

Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something: "By the way, System, since Su Ning's regret value maxed out, haven’t I missed the lottery draw?"

077 explained: "Correct, but I don’t recommend drawing now. The higher your level, the more powerful the perks you unlock. You’re almost at Level 50, and post-50 perks are significantly stronger than the standard ones."

Zhou Yi: "Ah, I see. Then I’ll wait. I estimate I’ll hit Level 50 after my trip abroad."

077: "At Level 50, you’ll encounter SSS-rank women. I’m looking forward to it."

Zhou Yi chuckled: "You’re not the only one. I’m curious too—what kind of woman would qualify as SSS-rank?"

Meanwhile, Zhou Yi’s ranking had finally broken into the top 5,000.

The system had explained that this ranking spanned countless parallel worlds where similar systems like 077 existed.

These systems bound themselves to hosts, guiding them through missions, and the combined performance of system and host determined their rank.

According to 077, rankings within the top 1,000, top 100, or top 10 would yield rewards, with greater rewards for higher placements.

Zhou Yi sighed regretfully: "But my rank is still only in the 4,000s..."

077 was stunned: "Only... in the 4,000s...?"

"Do you realize how many systems and their hosts would be crushed to hear you say that?"

The higher powers had deployed countless systems across infinite worlds. Zhou Yi had surpassed achievements others took decades—or even lifetimes—to reach in less than two months, yet he was still dissatisfied.

But then again, Zhou Yi was an exceptional player in the game of love, so 077 understood.

Breaking into the top 10,000 alone marked someone as extraordinary—a person with both brains and strategy.

"Host, your current standing is already beyond what most could ever dream of. And I’ve barely lifted a finger to help you. You’re doing amazing."

Systems only proved indispensable to the weak.

Zhou Yi was clearly not one of them, leaving 077 with little to do but relax.

Not everyone could rise to greatness just by having a system or perks.

Some remained failures even with these advantages.

Without Zhou Yi’s charm and sharp mind, even wealth and looks wouldn’t have won him the affection of his targets.

Ordinary women’s admiration brought no benefits, and if he couldn’t earn heart points from key targets, what then?

Zhou Yi knew he wasn’t 077’s first host. So where were the others?

He didn’t dwell on it. Some questions had no answers, and digging too deep might do more harm than good.

His focus was on moving forward, enjoying the present, and making the most of each day in this world.

In some ways, he was remarkably pragmatic.

Life was short. After being stabbed to death by an obsessed woman in his past life, this one had to be worth it.

Carpe diem.

Seeing his wealth grow yet again, Zhou Yi became more serious about the variety show opportunity.

Before leaving for Province A, he had confirmed his participation in The Singing Competition and added the director on WeChat.

The next day, multiple hashtags related to Zhou Yi trended.

Fans who missed his live stream lamented in fan communities, and many downloaded MoYin to support him.

The app gained traction on Weibo, attracting influencers and even minor celebrities who joined to post videos—partly for clout, partly because MoYin was addictive. Some could scroll through videos all day.

Zhou Yi approved funds for Gao Si to recruit higher-profile celebrities for endorsements and ads.

Promotion had to be all-out.

Simultaneously, MoYin was marketed as a platform for everyone to share their lives through videos.

Success stories of ordinary users gaining followers and earning money were highlighted to draw more creators.

Whether for income or entertainment, Zhou Yi was determined to make MoYin the go-to app.

With Zhou Yi’s drive, Jiang Ruolan secured investments, aided by Kong Huaijin’s connections.

Jiang Ruolan was formidable—capable of closing deals alone, earning praise even from Kong Huaijin in Zhou Yi’s presence.

But that came later.

For now, Zhou Yi had just arrived in Province A, where Zhang Ming sent his son, Zhang Tianrui, to greet him.

Zhang Tianrui, a man in his thirties, appeared older than Zhou Yi.

Approaching with a polite handshake, he said, "President Zhou, you’ve had a long journey."

Dressed in a business suit and glasses, Zhang Tianrui mirrored his father’s tall, slender, and refined demeanor.

His courtesy was born of necessity—when one needed a favor, even a beggar deserved respect.

Zhou Yi smiled humbly. "No need for formalities, President Zhang. Just call me Yi."

Zhang Tianrui patted his shoulder and motioned for an assistant to take Zhou Yi’s luggage as they walked to the car.

"Then don’t call me President either. I’m a few years older—just call me Brother Rui."

"Brother Rui, what’s the itinerary?"

"I’ve booked you the best hotel. First, let’s head to my place for a welcome dinner."

Zhang Tianrui’s home was in City A’s most exclusive villa district. Zhou Yi estimated its value at nearly 100 million yuan.

As he surveyed the sprawling, luxurious estate, he felt a flicker of desire.

One day, he would buy a villa here for Sister Man to live in as well.

Before entering, Zhang Tianrui said with a smile,

"We're here, Ah Yi. This is the place. Just treat it like your own home—no need to stand on ceremony. Only your sister-in-law and a housemaid are inside."

Zhang Tianrui entered the passcode, and a sweet, charming voice called out from within, "Darling, you're back?"