After briefly replying to Su Ning, Zhou Yi quickly went online to search for the richest person in Huaihai.
The name that popped up was none other than Kong Xiaohe’s father, Kong Weizheng.
“Wow, Forbes list... net worth of 220 billion.”
This dinner arrangement by Kong Xiaohe was definitely not simple.
Zhou Yi considered asking Kong Xiaohe about it, but it might come off as inappropriate.
Forget it—he’d just pretend he didn’t know his identity.
After all, when he helped Kong Xiaohe back then, he genuinely had no idea who he was.
Maybe this was what they called “good deeds bring good rewards”?
Zhou Yi decided he’d do more good deeds from now on. Who knew? Luck might just come knocking.
But Kong Xiaohe had mentioned the dinner was scheduled for Saturday, and Zhou Yi already had plans to visit a few film companies that day to review scripts. He’d have to leave Huaihai since those companies weren’t local.
This put Zhou Yi in a dilemma.
If he sent Jiang Ruolan alone, she wouldn’t be able to judge the investment potential of the scripts. Only his “golden touch” could determine whether a movie was worth investing in, so he had to go himself.
Zhou Yi frowned. Well, film investments could wait. He still had Dying to Survive in hand—no rush.
Once he made up his mind, he discussed his decision with Jiang Ruolan.
“Ruolan, cancel the trip to Province A this Saturday. Instead, accompany me to another dinner.”
“Of course, President Zhou.”
Jiang Ruolan didn’t question it. She always trusted Zhou Yi’s judgment.
If President Zhou said so, there must be a good reason.
Next, Zhou Yi asked about the short video project.
Jiang Ruolan called over the head of the video department—a man in his late twenties, wearing glasses and looking every bit the intellectual.
Dressed in a standard black-and-white checkered shirt, he fit the stereotypical image of a programmer.
Except for one thing—his hair was surprisingly thick.
Zhou Yi chuckled and joked, “You’ve got quite a head of hair.”
Gao Si grinned and played along. “I got a hair transplant, President Zhou.”
Then Zhou Yi turned serious again.
“How’s the software development coming along?”
“Almost done. Would you like to take a look, President Zhou? If you have any feedback, we can make adjustments early.”
Zhou Yi nodded and headed to the video department. Their office was separate from the main workspace, with only eight employees inside.
After reviewing the prototype, Zhou Yi was relieved to see it closely resembled Douyin from his previous world.
“We expect to launch the mobile app next month.”
“Good. Keep me updated if any issues arise.”
“What should we name the app?”
“Let’s call it... MagicSound.”
Zhou Yi couldn’t think of a more creative name, so he settled for something similar.
Gao Si nodded and began designing the logo.
Everything was progressing smoothly.
In the following days, Zhou Yi juggled between school and work.
At noon, You Man would deliver meals to the company.
The portion for Zhou Yi was specially prepared by her.
You Man was beautiful, gentle, and well-liked by everyone.
Every time she arrived, the employees greeted her warmly.
“Sister Man’s here!”
“What’s on the menu today?”
“My favorite—cilantro beef and tomato eggs!”
“And corn rib soup!”
You Man and another staff member from her restaurant carried in the dishes, and everyone gathered around.
After distributing the meals, she asked tentatively:
“Is President Zhou in today?”
Wu Ying, munching on corn, replied, “Yep, he’s in his office.”
You Man smiled softly. “Thanks, Xiao Ying.”
She took out another bag with a separate meal and headed toward Zhou Yi’s office.
Once You Man left, the office buzzed with gossip.
“What’s the deal between Sister Man and President Zhou? She always brings him special meals.”
Fan Hong perked up, eager to catch any juicy details.
Wu Ying waved it off. “Oh, it’s nothing. Sister Man said she’s President Zhou’s sister—probably a relative.”
“No way, they don’t look alike at all.”
“Maybe distant relatives?”
“Think I’d have a shot if I tried pursuing Sister Man?”
“If you had a handsome brother like President Zhou, would you even glance at ordinary guys?”
Wu Ying’s blunt remark shattered Old Ma’s fantasy, and everyone burst into laughter.
Fan Hong, trying to stir the pot, added, “Maybe Sister Man just doesn’t want people speculating. What if her relationship with President Zhou isn’t so simple?”
Wu Ying blinked. “Even if it’s an older sister-younger brother romance, they’d make a great pair. Both are gorgeous. Who wouldn’t adore someone like Sister Man? If it were me, I’d be head over heels too.”
“Personally, I’m more into Ruolan-jie. She’s amazing too. My ship can’t sink!”
“Wait, you secretly ship them too? Same here!”
Fan Hong had hoped to steer the conversation, but it had already veered off course. Frustrated, he shoveled a mouthful of rice.
Oh well. Sister Man fed them such delicious food every day—maybe he shouldn’t stir up drama.
Meanwhile, You Man was chatting with Zhou Yi in his office.
She carefully unpacked each dish she’d prepared.
“This chicken soup is for nourishing your health. Drink up.”
“I bought these shrimp fresh this morning. Try them.”
“I’ve already shelled the crab meat—just dig in.”
As Zhou Yi ate, You Man watched fondly, occasionally adding more food to his plate.
She made four dishes for him daily, even if he wasn’t around.
You Man figured, What if Xiao Yi shows up unexpectedly? So she never skipped a day.
If Zhou Yi wasn’t there, she’d share the food with the employees—nothing went to waste.
“Is it good, Xiao Yi?”
“Of course. Your cooking’s the best.”
Her eyes curved into happy crescents.
Seeing Zhou Yi was a rare treat, and her joy was unmistakable.
“Let me tidy up your office.”
Zhou Yi pulled her down to sit.
“Take a break. The cleaning staff handles this. I can’t let you do it.”
“It’s fine. I like keeping busy for you.”
Her words softened Zhou Yi’s gaze. He studied her with concern.
“You’ve lost weight since I last saw you. Is the restaurant too much?”
You Man shook her head. “Old Hai manages most of it. I’m not overworked. I just... missed you.”
Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her eyes lingering on his face.
The love in her gaze was unmistakable. Zhou Yi set down his chopsticks and pulled her into an embrace.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy lately. I shouldn’t have neglected you.”
You Man nestled against him, content. She wrapped her arms around his neck, radiating quiet devotion.
“A man chasing big dreams should be busy. I understand. Don’t feel guilty. You don’t owe me explanations—I love you because I want to.”
She lifted her head and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
“Just seeing you makes me happy. Focus on your goals. Don’t carry this weight, okay?”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
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."
