Lu Yuanchuan felt bitter. Qiao Zhen was clearly his. It seemed like only yesterday that they had gone on a trip to Yuhu together, but in the blink of an eye, Qiao Zhen belonged to Xu Ruankuang.

How could Lu Yuanchuan compare to what Xu Ruankuang did for Qiao Zhen?

Qiao Zhen opened a spiritual connection with Xiao Ling.

Qiao Zhen: [Tsk tsk, I think if we go down the love-hate route, this mission should be over in a few years.]

Xiao Ling: [How dare you block me!]

Qiao Zhen: [Can you please listen to the important part?]

Xiao Ling: [Oh, what did you mean by that?]

Qiao Zhen: [Because when Lu Yuanchuan is in a bad mood, his body temperature drops, which is very harmful to his health. Also, I didn't intend to use a love-hate relationship as a pretext for a sweet romance novel. So, I really hope he can live a few more years so I can watch a few more years of opera.]

Xiao Ling: [The most poisonous heart is that of a woman!]

Xiao Ling: [By the way, your application for the next mission, which requires modern elements, has been approved. However, because it was your application, not a random one from the system, you'll have to endure some hardship. But it's too late to regret it now. Finally, some good news: Lu Yuanchuan and Lu Yuanliu are both in the private room across the street on the second floor, and they're both watching you. You're welcome. Call me Lei Feng (System's Good Samaritan). Bye!]

Qiao Zhen: [...]! ←This is a large red exclamation mark because Xiao Ling has blocked Qiao Zhen.

Qiao Zhen didn't pay much attention to it, and immediately threw herself back into the mission.

She watched the woman downstairs singing a mournful song, the song of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. Tears streamed down Qiao Zhen's face as she murmured, "The most tragic thing in this world is to give in to fate."