A transparent little author is bound by an unreliable system and transmigrates into the story, landing right in a big shot's embrace.
There is no problem that money cannot solve. In the m...
Lan Qingyue smiled at herself in the mirror. This look should be perfect. With a little light makeup, she'd be perfect.
It was almost 8:30. She had slept all afternoon, and Qi Yu hadn't made a single phone call or sent a single text message. Had he forgotten?
If she's already forgotten, what's the point of her putting on makeup now?
That's unnecessary.
Lan Qingyue stared blankly, conflicted. More than ten minutes passed by, and after thinking for a while, she sent Qi Yu a message: "Boss, it's very late. Do I still need to go out?"
If you don't need to, that's even better; just remove your makeup and go to sleep.
Qi Yu replied quickly, with just one word: "Use".
Lan Qingyue: "..."
Why!
Lan Qingyue looked in the mirror again. Her makeup was perfect, her clothes were ethereal, and her high heels were very high, so she wouldn't be crushed too badly by Qi Yu's height and weight.
Lan Qingyue took the elevator to the first floor. At this hour, cars were still flowing by the apartment. Lan Qingyue walked down the steps and stood on the ground. A man was already walking over. It was Qi Yu's assistant, Yun Fei.
Lan Qingyue raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Yunfei? What are you doing here? Didn't you leave work long ago?"
Yunfei held down the hem of his clothes that were fluttering in the wind and replied respectfully, "Miss Lan, I'm temporarily... working overtime. Miss Lan, are you rested enough? The big boss asked me to take you there. Please."
To be honest, Yunfei had been waiting outside for a long time. The big boss had specifically instructed Miss Lan to rest well and not to disturb her. He could only play games in the car to pass the time, and his phone was getting hot. When he saw Lan Qingyue finally come out, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Lan Qingyue seemed to understand Qi Yu's answer. It was also difficult for Yun Fei, who was both a special assistant and a driver. She wondered if he would get a raise.
The car stopped by a side road, and Yunfei opened the car door for Lan Qingyue: "Miss Lan, the big boss is waiting for you up ahead. You'll see him if you just follow this side road."
There's only one path, with no forks, and you can see the end of it at a glance. "Aren't you going to go?"
Yunfei immediately shook his head like a rattle drum: "If I go there, he'll beat me up. Just kidding, just kidding. My mission is to safely deliver Miss Lan here."
"All right……"
She walked along the path, the sound of her high heels on the cobblestones sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night. The stars in the sky twinkled, and the moonlight was surrounded by them—it was beautiful.
She suddenly stopped, stunned by the sight before her.
The path was lined with candles, and the faint sound of a melodious piano could be heard as she followed the candles.
She could almost see an elegant prince sitting at the piano playing.
Ahead stretched a vast expanse of lavender fields, adorned with twinkling, colorful crystal lights that shimmered and sparkled.
Several trees nearby also had lights hanging on them, flickering on and off, but she still managed to see that the lights were arranged to spell out "Happy Birthday".
Balloons of all shapes and sizes kept flying upwards, seemingly endless.
Lan Qingyue had three big question marks on her forehead. What was Qi Yu up to?
Is today the original owner's birthday?
She didn't even know.
That was a miscalculation.
Lan Qingyue did not disturb Qi Yu, and quietly listened to him finish playing the piece.
He's tall, handsome, has a nice voice, earns money, and can play the piano...
A true master is a master, all-around talent.
Lan Qingyue wasn't moved by his sentimentality and calmly asked, "These..."
Qi Yu said, "These are all things I prepared for you. Today is your birthday."