Zhou Yi woke up groggily.
"Did I actually fall asleep?"
"Yes, it's time for dinner now."
Zhou Yi rubbed his head and got up, heading toward the dining table.
Four dishes sat on the table, emitting an enticing aroma, their presentation impeccable.
"Xiao Xi, your cooking looks amazing. You must be hungry too since it's so late—want to join me?"
"No, I usually don’t eat at night. I’ll just watch you eat."
Qiao Xi propped her chin on her hand, gazing at Zhou Yi with eager anticipation.
Zhou Yi picked up a piece of braised shrimp with his chopsticks, his eyes lighting up.
Turns out Qiao Xi wasn’t exaggerating about her cooking skills—it really was delicious.
He praised sincerely, "This is really good, even better than restaurant food."
Qiao Xi smiled, her eyes curving into crescents. "I’m glad Yi-ge likes it."
Watching Zhou Yi savor her cooking with such focus, a warm sense of happiness welled up inside her.
Zhou Yi tasted every dish carefully, but Qiao Xi had made a bit too much—he couldn’t finish it all alone.
In the end, about half the food remained.
"Are you full? Should I get you another bowl of rice?"
"No, I’m stuffed. We can save the leftovers in the fridge for tomorrow."
Zhou Yi wiped his mouth and set down his chopsticks. "It’s getting late—I’ll go shower first."
When he returned to his bedroom to grab his things, he noticed the bedsheets had already been neatly made.
Looking closer, even the dust on the floor was gone—the room looked spotless.
Who would’ve thought that Qiao Xi, despite being a young lady from a wealthy family, would be so diligent?
Entering the bathroom, he found all the toiletries arranged in perfect order.
He couldn’t help but admire her thoughtfulness.
After showering, Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something—Qiao Xi hadn’t brought any spare clothes.
Drying his hair, he walked back to the living room.
Qiao Xi was curled up on the sofa, watching TV while munching on snacks.
The crunching of potato chips filled her cheeks like a little hamster enjoying its feast—adorable.
Zhou Yi approached her.
"Xiao Xi, would you mind wearing my shirt after your shower? I forgot to remind you to buy pajamas at the store earlier."
Qiao Xi turned her head, still clutching her chips, only to freeze when she saw Zhou Yi—shirtless, his hair damp.
Her chips slipped from her fingers and scattered on her school uniform.
He’s so handsome...!
Her heart raced.
This is what they mean by ‘pretty boy temptation’—the male leads on TV aren’t even half as good-looking as Yi-ge!
Suddenly, the drama she’d been engrossed in felt dull in comparison.
Her dazed expression made Zhou Yi think she was reluctant to wear his clothes.
"Of course, if you’re uncomfortable with it, I can—"
"No, no! I don’t mind at all!"
Qiao Xi waved her hands frantically. How could she mind? It was Yi-ge’s shirt!
Zhou Yi chuckled. "Alright, I’ll get it for you."
He led her to the bathroom door and handed her a white dress shirt.
It was a high-end piece he’d bought during his last shopping trip—soft, breathable fabric that wouldn’t be uncomfortable to sleep in.
Qiao Xi took the shirt, her palms nearly sweating from nerves.
"Thank you, Yi-ge! I’ll go shower now."
"Mm, call me if you need anything."
Once inside the bathroom, Qiao Xi hugged the shirt to her face, inhaling deeply.
"It’s Yi-ge’s clothes..."
The same white shirt that had earned Zhou Yi the nickname "White Shirt Prince" among countless girls was now in her hands—soon to be worn by her.
Reflecting on how fate had brought them together, she felt overwhelmingly lucky.
Even though she was just a freshman, so many girls in her class had tried—and failed—to get Zhou Yi’s WeChat.
Everyone knew he was aloof and hard to approach, never casually adding girls.
But her... Qiao Xi smiled blissfully. I’m the exception.
Zhou Yi’s gentleness wasn’t freely given, yet she had experienced it firsthand.
What girl wouldn’t fall for that?
A cold, untouchable prince who’s only soft toward you—who could resist?
Too bad it was just another playboy tactic to charm naive girls.
Even if there was some sincerity mixed in, it didn’t erase his player nature.
Zhou Yi carefully crafted the persona he showed to everyone—none of it was his true self.
Qiao Xi held the shirt against herself, then turned to the large mirror above the sink.
She set the shirt aside on a hook and slowly removed her school uniform.
When she turned her back to the mirror, a large, ugly bruise glared back at her.
It was from when Qiao Yu had shoved her into a liquor cabinet.
She’d been hiding the pain the whole time with Zhou Yi, not wanting him to notice.
Frowning, she thought, I’ll just avoid the water there while showering.
The sound of running water soon filled the bathroom.
Zhou Yi didn’t watch TV. Instead, he pulled out his phone to post a job listing.
First, he needed to hire a competent executive assistant.
The salary could be high, but the candidate had to be highly capable.
Since he was still in school and couldn’t travel much, the assistant would handle most tasks for him.
Browsing similar listings, he saw most executive assistants earned between ¥10,000 to ¥30,000 monthly.
Zhou Yi offered a staggering ¥50,000 to ¥100,000—negotiable for top talent.
Gender didn’t matter; ability was the only requirement.
His job description was concise:
The assistant would help with investments, requiring expertise in finance and prior corporate management experience.
Initially, they’d handle hiring, office setup, and other logistics.
Legal knowledge was a plus.
A bachelor’s degree sufficed.
Simple on paper, but finding someone who ticked all boxes wouldn’t be easy.
At the bottom, he left his contact number and email.
After posting, he stretched.
Being an entrepreneur—or a CEO—isn’t easy.
Within minutes, his inbox flooded with resumes.
"Do these people not sleep? It’s this late and they’re still job-hunting..."
Zhou Yi underestimated how desperate modern workers were. With benefits like these, who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity?
His listing didn’t just promise ¥50,000–100,000.
Work hours were 9 AM to 5 PM, overtime paid at ¥100/hour (double on holidays).
Weekends off, plus one monthly leave day.
Full social insurance from day one.
Quarterly and annual bonuses, even complimentary afternoon tea.
Every labor law benefit was included.
Where else would anyone find a dream job like this?
No wonder it was already a hot commodity.
In this society where capitalists treat labor laws as mere air, the plight of workers couldn't be more tragic.
Unfortunately, Zhou Yi's previous life wasn't like this—at the very least, workers' rights were fully protected back then.
Compared to this world, the workers in Zhou Yi's past life enjoyed a much higher sense of happiness.
So, he had no idea just how much of a storm his job posting would stir in the industry.
Nor did he know what legendary tales the company he would later establish would create.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.
Jiang Ruolan took a sip of her coffee as she glanced at her computer screen.
A message in the group chat caught her attention.
[FengFengHuoHuo: Ladies, check this out—new job posting! Quick, send in your resumes!]
[Random99: Fake, right? Looks like a scam. If this boss is for real, I’ll eat dirt.]
[Billye: Doesn’t seem legit. With perks like these, they wouldn’t need online postings—college students would be lining up at their door.]
[WaitingForFortune: Let Kathryn go for it. Only the cream of the crop would land this job—I don’t stand a chance.]
[FengFengHuoHuo: Kathryn, come out! Wanna apply together? Honestly, you’re the only one who meets these requirements.]
[Kathryn: Let me see.]
The Kathryn everyone was referring to was Jiang Ruolan.
At 28, she had graduated from one of the top universities abroad.
She completed her undergraduate studies in China, majoring in law.
For her master's, she studied finance overseas, making her a perfect fit for Zhou Yi’s job requirements.
With several years of work experience under her belt—having worked at a bank and served as an executive assistant at a renowned conglomerate—she was more than qualified.
Her reason for resigning? She wanted to return home to spend time with her parents.
But every job she looked at in China offered low salaries, dismal benefits, and cutthroat competition.
So she kept searching, planning to wrap up her affairs abroad and return home as soon as she found the right opportunity.
The salary Zhou Yi offered wasn’t particularly high by her standards—she had once earned an annual salary in the millions.
But the benefits were decent, especially the generous vacation time.
In China, finding a job with weekends off was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
Jiang Ruolan decided to give it a shot and submitted her resume.
If the salary could be negotiated further and the job posting turned out to be genuine, she’d finally have her ticket home.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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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
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