Lan Qingyue had considered many possibilities, but she never expected the worst outcome.

"She's dead." The system is a system, a cold, emotionless flame. Even when announcing someone's life or death, it can do so with such a calm tone, as if saying, "The weather is nice today."

!!

Lan Qingyue was startled. Remembering that she had relied on the original owner to survive in this world, a wave of guilt rushed to her head and exploded.

"How could this be?" Lan Qingyue pressed, unable to remain indifferent. The memories the system had implanted in her did not include the original owner's fate.

"Sudden death. The original owner had stayed up all night watching TV series for more than a month in a row, so he was physically exhausted and died suddenly."

Lan Qingyue: "..."

Okay, this guy is ruthless.

"My lord, you should rest now and be well-rested to complete your mission."

...

As soon as Lan Qingyue entered the room, the first thing she did was run to the mirror to admire her new face.

The original owner's face was very beautiful. Lan Qingyue's first impression was, "Her skin is so good." She bravely entered the entertainment industry at the age of sixteen and became famous at the age of twenty-two. Naturally, she had the money to take care of her face, which she was so proud of. She had curved willow-leaf eyebrows, fox-like eyes that were pure yet charming, cherry red lips, and a hot figure. No wonder she had so many scandals. This picture and this figure, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a fox spirit.

Ah, it's so beautiful, but it's also a kind of trouble.

Just as Lan Qingyue leaned closer to the mirror to check her face for any blemishes or pimples, a beam of golden light suddenly appeared—it was the system that had disappeared for a few minutes.

"My lord."

"Hmm? Right, I haven't named you yet, have I?" Lan Qingyue was still Lan Qingyue, maintaining her original personality and absent-mindedness. She had just suddenly thought of this problem. The system kept calling her "Little Master," and it seemed impolite for her to just say "Hey" to it. She didn't want to call it "Lingling Fairy" either.

"How about... I call you 'Brainless'?"

"Brainless, how fitting for this 'pseudo-domineering CEO' system!" Lan Qingyue clapped her hands happily. "From now on, I'll call you Brainless, Brainless, Brainless, Brainless. Hmm, that's it. I'm done now, please disappear from here. I'll call you again if I need anything."

"My lady, my name is Lingling Yao." The heartless and brainless system had actually learned to protest, which surprised Lan Qingyue a little. She raised her eyebrows, stood up, and circled the small flame, giving it a good scolding. "Look at you, so small. You can't even understand when I say something 'profound'. You can't think, you have no feelings. What else should I call you if not 'brainless'? Lingling Yao? Why don't you call yourself Yao Yao Ling? Wouldn't that be more imposing? Why don't you go to heaven and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun? Why don't you call yourself the Sun God? You're so indecisive when it comes to a title. You want me, a twenty-year-old girl (Lan Qingyue in reality is twenty years old), to be someone's mother, and I haven't even said anything to you yet. I just called you three words, 'brainless,' and you're already unhappy. Why are you so annoying? You're so indecisive and not straightforward at all."

It's unclear whether the system can understand it. It just spun around in mid-air, then with a "sizzle," it scattered sparks again. "Is this how you protest? Let me tell you, your protest is invalid."

Lan Qingyue pouted disdainfully, glanced around the room, and walked towards the bathroom. She quickly returned with a broom and a small basket, swept the broken diamonds on the floor a few times, and gathered them into a small pile. She squatted down, scooped up the diamonds with both hands, and threw them into the basket.