Because it had been so long since they last saw each other, the intensity of their intimacy was exceptionally fierce this time.
You Man was so exhausted that even her hair was drenched in sweat.
She couldn't even keep her eyes open, simply closing them as she panted softly, "I... I have no strength left, Xiao Yi... I need to sleep for a bit."
Zhou Yi kissed her forehead and said, "Alright, you rest first. I have some business to attend to."
You Man nodded, half-awake and half-asleep. "Mmh... okay..."
After leaving the villa, Zhou Yi had his driver take him to the courtyard house.
On the way, he made a phone call to Jiang Ruolan.
"Hello, Ruolan, have you arrived?"
Jiang Ruolan checked her watch and replied, "President Zhou, I just got off the plane. I'll be there in about twenty minutes."
"Okay, no rush. I'll head over first and wait for you."
Zhou Yi dropped his luggage off at the courtyard house and immediately went to the location he had agreed upon with Jiang Ruolan.
To open a company in City A, Jiang Ruolan was an indispensable right-hand woman.
Come to think of it, he had so much to deal with upon his return to Huaihai that he hadn't even found the time to see her.
Yet, Jiang Ruolan didn't complain in the slightest. She reported her work progress to him every day and handled company affairs with perfect order.
If one were to talk about a virtuous helpmate, both Jiang Ruolan and You Man fit the description—one for his personal life, and one for his professional life.
Jiang Ruolan was beaming from the moment she stepped off the plane.
Finally, she could see him.
Her longing for Zhou Yi was no less than that of any other woman, but she was sensible and would never throw petty tantrums.
On the contrary, she wanted to excel even more in her work to make Zhou Yi look at her with new respect.
She never did anything that would disappoint him.
Jiang Ruolan arrived at the Hualian Tower carrying a stack of documents.
This was the space Xie Tingwan had arranged for him; the rent was half the market rate of other companies.
Originally, Xie Tingwan had offered the space rent-free, but Zhou Yi wouldn't accept that. In the end, they agreed that he would pay half, which Xie Tingwan accepted reluctantly.
There was no other reason for this generosity other than this being Xie family territory, and Xie Tingwan had the authority to do so.
It seemed that during the few days Zhou Yi had been away, some events had transpired within the Xie family that he wasn't aware of.
Xie Tingwan told him that she had convinced her father she didn't need to marry for a political alliance, and she had successfully entered the branch company as a director.
Zhou Yi hadn't misjudged her; Xie Tingwan was no ordinary woman.
Although he didn't know what methods she had used—she likely didn't want Zhou Yi to see her darker, more ruthless side—she didn't go into detail, and Zhou Yi didn't ask.
Knowing that Zhou Yi had come to Huaihai, her first instinct was to treat him to dinner.
Even if it was just for the sake of the rent arrangement, Zhou Yi couldn't very well refuse, so he agreed to have dinner with Xie Tingwan over the weekend.
Originally, they could have met at school, but Xie Tingwan was already interning at the company and couldn't see Zhou Yi on campus.
The Xie family's building housed many recognizable companies. Hearing that Zhou Yi's Huanyu was moving in caused quite a ripple of excitement.
This was because Moyin was simply too popular; there wasn't a single internet-related company that wasn't envious.
By now, people had become almost inseparable from the app.
In just one short month, the software had become as pervasive as air, discussed everywhere.
There were influencers making a fortune taking ads on Moyin.
Celebrities were joining Moyin and gaining followers rapidly.
Even ordinary people were going viral just by sharing their daily lives.
The live-streaming sector was also starting to heat up.
The number of investment proposals Zhou Yi received had multiplied significantly.
However, Zhou Yi didn't have time to worry about these things. Anyway, with Jiang Ruolan and Gao Si there, nothing would go wrong.
Zhou Yi sat in the office waiting for Jiang Ruolan.
The door was suddenly pushed open. The woman looked just as she did when they first met, wearing a black Armani coat—elegant, beautiful, mature, and steady.
Jiang Ruolan leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow slightly. Her smile was overwhelmingly seductive. "President Zhou, long time no see."
Her S-shaped figure was perfectly outlined by her shirt and short skirt.
Today, she was wearing rimless glasses, which made her look more intellectual. The vibe of being both pure and sultry was perfectly highlighted on her.
The glasses slightly suppressed the intensity of her eyes.
Zhou Yi smiled from behind the desk. "Long time no see, Assistant Jiang."
One called him "President Zhou," the other called her "Assistant Jiang."
Clearly addressing each other by their titles, yet there was a lingering, ambiguous atmosphere.
No matter how you listened to it, it sounded like flirting.
Jiang Ruolan placed the documents in front of Zhou Yi, leaning both hands on the desk. Her shirt could barely contain her full bosom.
She asked in a teasing tone:
"President Zhou, the documents you wanted are all here. I've been working tirelessly for a long time recently. How do you plan to reward this hardworking subordinate of yours?"
Jiang Ruolan had the aura of a sophisticated woman, a unique intellectual charm found in highly educated individuals that was very attractive.
Zhou Yi smiled back. "Whatever reward Assistant Jiang wants, I will certainly satisfy it."
Jiang Ruolan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look full of myriad sentiments. She leaned down slightly and whispered into Zhou Yi's ear:
"I've rented an apartment nearby. Would President Zhou be interested in coming to my place for a visit?"
Since Jiang Ruolan was hinting so strongly, Zhou Yi naturally understood what she was saying.
"Naturally. Ruolan has moved into a new home; that's a housewarming joy I should celebrate. I should go."
There was no need for beating around the bush between adults. Jiang Ruolan smiled immediately; both understood the subtext of the other's words.
"Then when will President Zhou do me the honor?"
"Hmm... let's make it the day after tomorrow."
"Then it's a deal. President Zhou, you can't go back on your word."
"I won't. I'll come find you after I report to the school and finish my transfer procedures over the next two days."
"It's a promise."
The two adults, fully aware of each other's intentions, set the time just like that.
Jiang Ruolan didn't actually have an overwhelming need to relieve physical desire, but she wanted to be closer to Zhou Yi, and this was the only way she could think of.
She believed that Zhou Yi would naturally have a bit more affection for a woman with whom he had been physically intimate. That was beyond doubt.
She could feel the difference.
At the very least, now when she joked with Zhou Yi, he didn't dodge it; he accepted flirting with her.
If you asked her, this kind of superior-subordinate flirting was even more thrilling.
Moreover, she was a normal urban woman, and as a woman, she was extremely satisfied with Zhou Yi's physique.
The thought of that crazy night made her feel a sudden ripple of arousal.
After the flirting ended, Jiang Ruolan quickly reverted to her usual serious and professional demeanor, reporting company matters to Zhou Yi.
They stayed in the office until dark. Zhou Yi offered to take her to dinner, but Jiang Ruolan shook her head.
"I can't. There are still many things to handle. President Zhou, you go ahead. I need to look over the recruitment matters first."
Zhou Yi tried to persuade her a few times, but she wouldn't listen. Seeing that Jiang Ruolan seemed to have lost some weight, he felt a pang of heartache for her.
Jiang Ruolan did not miss the look of heartache in Zhou Yi's eyes.
After Zhou Yi left, she curled her lips into a smile.
Actually, she could have handled the work tomorrow, but she simply wanted to elicit Zhou Yi's guilt and heartache.
After all, she liked him, so wanting to win his heart was understandable.
She wanted Zhou Yi to see her strong side, but she also needed him to see her fragile side.
She had never been a woman without schemes.
So what if she resorted to a little calculation in the pursuit of love? After all, her methods were merely harmless little ploys.
And indeed, she had successfully evoked a sense of guilt and tender pity in Zhou Yi.
After Zhou Yi left, his thoughts immediately turned to what gift he could send Jiang Ruolan to cheer her up.
He didn't mind whether Jiang Ruolan was being manipulative or not. The fact remained that she had genuinely done things for him, and since everything she did was for his sake, he wasn't going to hold her methods against her.
As long as a woman was willing to go to such lengths for him, he saw no harm in treating her a little better in return.

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."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”