"Our company's benefits aren't bad, right?"
"As long as she becomes a regular employee, the minimum base salary starts at eight thousand. Adding all those miscellaneous benefits..."
"She'd make at least a hundred and fifty or sixty thousand a year!"
Shen Yuan tilted his head. "But our company's hiring threshold is also high!"
"Coming to work for the richest man's company right after graduation..."
"She's really dreaming!"
Shen Yuan looked at Special Assistant Lin. "You didn't agree to it, did you?"
Special Assistant Lin: "..."
"It seems, probably, maybe, possibly... no!"
Special Assistant Lin hastily took out his phone and started looking through the files.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with certainty, "No, really not!"
Shen Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good. Sponsoring her is just sponsoring her!"
"But, weren't we just talking about osmanthus cake?"
Shen Yuan looked surprised. "How did the topic suddenly get derailed?"
Special Assistant Lin scratched his head. "President Shen, that osmanthus cake was sent by Jiang Anran!"
"After she received the sponsorship, she made some peach blossom pastries and sent them over!"
"I thought we shouldn't waste her painstaking efforts, so I brought them to you to eat, and you said they were pretty good!"
"After that, Jiang Anran sent over different varieties every day!"
"Osmanthus cake, peach blossom pastry, lotus pastry, flower cake, egg yolk pastry, pineapple cake, mung bean cake, red bean cake, water chestnut cake, jujube paste cake, Dingsheng cake, Yunpian cake, Gorgon fruit cake..."
"She sent them in all sorts of varieties. Seeing that you liked eating them and it didn't delay her studies, I accepted them!"
"And when you weren't here, you told me to eat them!"
"So I ate them!"
Special Assistant Lin touched his nose. "There shouldn't be anything wrong with that, right?"
Shen Yuan: "..."
Oh no!
I've been entangled by this female college student!
A picture once again emerged in Shen Yuan's mind.
Jiang Anran... Although he didn't know what she looked like, it didn't stop him from imagining a girl!
Jiang Anran standing in the sunlight, shouting at him with a face full of grief and indignation, Shen Yuan, you have no heart!
She would say tearfully, I make pastries for you every day and take care of your daily life (this really didn't happen).
I thought my dedication over the past year had finally moved you!
I thought you would like me a little!
Shen Yuan shivered.
"Check, check immediately!" Shen Yuan shouted.
"Okay, give me three minutes!"
Special Assistant Lin took out his phone, started sending voice messages, and then hurriedly dashed out.
Sure enough, in three minutes...
Special Assistant Lin came in carrying a pile of documents.
"President Shen, that girl named Jiang Anran isn't doing very well!"
"She works three jobs a day to earn money to make pastries for you!"
"Also, look at this!"
Special Assistant Lin opened his phone, clicked on an interface, and handed it to Shen Yuan.
"What is this!?" Shen Yuan took a curious glance.
What on earth was all this?
[Thankful to him for giving me three hundred thousand, allowing my mother to have her surgery. I made pastries to thank him, and he accepted them.]
[The pastries weren't returned. I heard he personally said they were delicious!]
[I will continue making pastries for him!]
As Special Assistant Lin continued scrolling, Shen Yuan saw...
[I'm very happy. The osmanthus cake I put so much effort into making today seems to be very delicious!]
[I'll continue making them for him!]
[It's been over two months, he must like me!]
[Checking in, today is another day of making pastries for my boyfriend!]
[Three jobs a day, no problem. Anran, you can handle it, all to make pastries for your boyfriend.]
[Keep it up, Anran, your boyfriend loves the pastries you make the most!]
Shen Yuan's heart beat violently, and he suddenly thought of a sentence...
I thought we were already boyfriend and girlfriend!
Shen Yuan's face darkened with imaginary black lines. "What is all this nonsense?"
"Jiang Anran's little essays!"
Special Assistant Lin's mouth twitched. "She probably considers you her boyfriend!"
Shen Yuan was silent for a second. "Who the hell did I provoke?"
"Do I even know her? At best, I just know there's a person named Jiang Anran!"
"I've never met her, she's never met me, and we don't even have each other's contact info!"
"What kind of romance is this!"
"Even if it's a spiritual romance, Xu Ziling and Shi Feixuan at least fucking knew each other!"
Shen Yuan's face was full of black lines. "Have I ever met her?"
He suddenly turned around and looked at Special Assistant Lin. "You scoundrel, you intentionally set me up, didn't you?"
Special Assistant Lin's mouth twitched. "President Shen, I rely on you for my salary!"
Shen Yuan's mouth twisted. "No, I get it now!"
"Special Assistant Lin, oh Special Assistant Lin, I underestimated you! According to Jiang Anran's logic..."
"We used to spend more than eight hours a day together, for several years!"
"What does that count as?"
"Cohabitation?"
Shen Yuan grabbed Special Assistant Lin's hand. "So, half of my company belongs to you too, right?"
The joy in Special Assistant Lin's eyes could no longer be hidden, and he grabbed Shen Yuan's hand in return.
"President Shen, are you serious?"
Special Assistant Lin smiled like a dog.
"Get the hell out of here!"
"Do you have a problem with me as your boss?"
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. "Why are you always dreaming of such beautiful things?"
"Isn't this what I learned from Jiang Anran?"
Special Assistant Lin chuckled.
"I'm so fucking done!"
Shen Yuan spread his hands. "Notify her immediately, right now, to stop sending pastries!"
"Over the past year, however much we've eaten, calculate the cost according to the highest market price and pay her back!"
"Son of a bitch, working three jobs a day just to prepare pastries for me, is she brain-dead?"
"Her family's financial situation is bad. Working part-time is fine, but shouldn't she use the money for her family?"
"With this perseverance..."
"If she opened her own pastry shop, she'd be making a huge profit by now, wouldn't she?"
Shen Yuan exhaled. "Forget it, I better leave quickly!"
Who knows if... I'll encounter something even more melodramatic at the company.
I realized...
Ever since I transmigrated, I seem to be surrounded by brain-dead protagonists.
System, this is definitely your doing!
Otherwise, things the original owner hadn't experienced in over twenty years...
How long have I even been here!
And I've experienced so much?
Am I a walking elementary school student of death?
It's definitely you, system, pulling the strings.
After all, judging from the novels I've read, anyone bound to a system is bound to encounter trouble the moment they step out the door!
Tropes, it's all fucking tropes!
I can already imagine the future scenes...
Jiang Anran will point at my nose and say, you have no heart!
Ah yes, yes, yes, I have no heart, can we change the line!
Jiang Anran will say, with your abilities, as long as you wanted to check, you could find out in a minute, but you didn't, because, you have no heart!
Shen Yuan: "..."
Am I someone with a lot of free time?
Okay, I do have a lot of free time, but...
Even ordinary people wouldn't fucking care where a few little pastries came from, right?
"I'm leaving, leaving, gotta go now!"
Shen Yuan jumped up from his boss chair.
Then his phone rang again.
Shen Yuan looked down.
It was the number he had just hung up on.
Shen Yuan had a bad premonition in his heart!
Could it be the Jiang Anran we were just discussing?
Where did she get my phone number?
"Shen Yuan!"
That female voice spoke again, "Give me five hundred thousand!"
"Who the hell are you?!" Shen Yuan snapped.
"Do you know what day it is today?" the female voice asked.
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes. "Why the hell would I care what day it is!"
"Today is my birthday!"
The female voice sounded fragile and delicate, as if she were on the verge of tears. "I can't believe you don't even remember!"
"None of my damn business!"
Wait a minute, that wasn't Jiang Anran!
Seriously, did I unknowingly provoke some other entitled princess again?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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?"
