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?”
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
