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After dinner, the group returned to the apartment in Su Wanwan's luxury car.
The city lights outside the car window rushed past, but the car was unusually quiet, with only the deep sound of the engine in the background.
Qu Shiyao pushed open the door, but stopped abruptly after taking just one step.
She turned around, her gaze sweeping over the three people behind her who were inseparable like conjoined twins, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
She first looked at the one with the strongest aura: "Chairman Su, shouldn't you be at the company reviewing those contracts tomorrow? Why aren't you going home to rest? You've only just acquired the Su Group and you're already giving it up?"
Su Wanwan gracefully crossed her arms, leaned against the door frame, and let out a cold snort: "If the company can't function without me for a few days, then all those high-paid elites can submit their resignations and go home to farm red soil."
Qu Shiyao blinked, feeling that although the words were arrogant, they made a strange sense, and she couldn't refute them.
Her gaze shifted to the two gentle-looking people beside her: "Qingyi, Yanxi? Didn't you book your tickets for next week? Shouldn't you be packing your bags in advance?"
Shen Qingyi and Gu Yanxi exchanged a glance, and Shen Qingyi spoke softly, "We already canceled our tickets yesterday."
Gu Yanxi picked up the conversation, a gentle smile spreading across her face, her tone light and easy:
"We accepted Ms. Su's invitation. Shiyao, from now on we'll be colleagues fighting side by side. Aren't you happy?"
Qu Shiyao: "..." For a moment, she didn't know what expression to make.
“Okay, colleagues are colleagues,” she tried one last time, pointing to the clock on the wall that pointed to midnight, and said:
"It's so late now, aren't you going back to wash up and rest?"
"I'll stay here tonight," Su Wanwan said confidently, as she nimbly squeezed through the door past Qu Shiyao.
“We can sleep on the floor!” Gu Yanxi and Shen Qingyi said almost in unison, their cooperation seamless.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two seemed to realize that the suggestion was a bit inappropriate. Gu Yanxi touched his nose and smiled as he tried to smooth things over:
"Well... what we meant was, why don't we sit here for a while, chat, and rest before heading back?"
“There are a few empty guest rooms on the second floor that have been vacant for a long time. They are fully furnished and equipped with appliances, so you can move in right away,” Su Wanwan suggested.
"That's great! It saves us from having to make another trip."
"Anyway, you will all be outstanding employees who create value for my Su Group in the future, so it is only right to provide you with accommodation benefits."
Qu Shiyao watched silently as they arranged the accommodations for the night and beyond in just a few words. She rubbed her forehead, her tone tinged with helplessness:
“I’m serious, I’m fine now, you don’t need to keep an eye on me 24/7.”
"Stop patting yourself on the back." Su Wanwan had already found the most comfortable spot on the sofa, lazily tossed her hair, and looked out the window.
"We just thought your place had a nice view and a good atmosphere, so we wanted to relax in a different environment. It has nothing to do with you."
With things said to this point, what else could Qu Shiyao say?
She had no choice but to step aside and let them into the house.
After she finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, she saw the three of them huddled together, pointing at their phones and discussing something.
Qu Shiyao pretended not to see, and silently drifted towards her bedroom like a ghost, only to hear Su Wanwan speak:
"It's only nine o'clock, there's still plenty of time, why don't you come and play a game?"
Qu Shiyao continued to float forward, her tone flat: "Sorry, I've been cultivating my mind and body and have given up gaming lately."
"Oh? Is that so?" Su Wanwan tapped her phone screen casually, speaking in a flat tone:
"I was hoping to find a skilled player to help us rank up. Looks like I won't be able to spend those hundreds of thousands of dollars an hour on player services today..."
Qu Shiyao paused, then turned around and rushed to them with lightning speed, her eyes shining: "What game? I've been wanting to play some games lately!"
The system silently covered its eyes, unable to bear to look.
Sure enough, only money could instantly rouse her host and make her blood boil.
They played until after 2 a.m.
Shen Qingyi and Gu Yanxi finally couldn't hold on any longer and went to the room arranged by Su Wanwan to rest, yawning.
Su Wanwan was also so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping. Seeing that the game was finally over, she stretched, climbed into her own bed, and fell asleep immediately.
In stark contrast to their drowsiness, Qu Shiyao remained unusually awake.
She quietly turned off the main light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp in the living room, and then returned to her bedroom.
She lay in bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
As silence fell, a sense of unreality crept in once more.
After waking up from her coma, she felt like she had been thrown into a high-speed machine, pushed forward by all kinds of information, decisions, and companionship.
She barely paused to savor the sorrow, nor did she have time to carefully sort out the details and doubts in her mind.
The system saw that the host was staring at the ceiling with her eyes open and assumed that she was still grieving over Yi Yu's death.
"Host, shall we still follow the original plan and go back after the mission is completed?" it asked cautiously.
It was genuinely worried that the host would be influenced by this world and change its original intentions.
In fact, ever since the day Yi Yu had the accident, it has been struggling with the most likely cruel truth.
Perhaps it is because the novel's rating failed to reach the safe threshold of 9.5 in time that Yi Yu, as the male protagonist, must now follow the ending of death.
But it dared not say that, at that critical juncture, bringing it up would be tantamount to rubbing salt into the wound. Although it is a system, it also understands basic emotional intelligence.
Now, a few days have passed, and the host's condition seems to have stabilized somewhat. It feels that it's time to tentatively remind the host of the vow it once made.
Qu Shiyao did not answer immediately.
In the darkness, only her steady breathing could be heard.
Those few minutes of silence felt like an eternity to the system; it was almost ready for the host to utter those words.
However, she spoke up and asked, "Tongzi, what are the actual number of fans who have added this novel to their collections, and what is the current rating?"
The system breathed a sigh of relief when it heard that Qu Shiyao was still concerned about the progress of the mission.
It was indeed the same host it knew.
[We currently have 99,000 real followers, and we expect to break the 100,000 mark in another two or three days. The rating is currently at 9.4!]
"System, I want to stay a little longer." Qu Shiyao pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the purple safety rope on the bedside table, her tone firm:
"I want to see the rating reach 9.5, and make some more money along the way. My love is here, but my money can't stay!"
System: [...] It originally thought the host would give some touching reason, but after hearing the end, it was completely speechless.
"Um... I wonder how much you plan to earn before going back?" The system hesitated for a moment, then quietly leaned closer to ask.
"I checked my bank account balance, and it's already over 600 million. I should earn at least 1 billion, right? That's 10 million yuan back home. I'm not greedy, this amount is fine."
The system listened to the host's small goal, which at first glance didn't seem too unreasonable.
It silently calculated the host's salary...
Well, it will probably only take about two years of work...
Wait a minute! Two years??
[This has been going on for way too long! Staying here for two years, does the host even want his body in the real world anymore? We've been here for almost four months already!!] The system was completely overwhelmed, its thoughts almost going haywire.
"Calm down~ It won't be that long~" Qu Shiyao reassured the agitated system, explaining, "At most half a year, and maybe we'll earn more than expected by then."
[Do you think my brain is made of a rubber ball? The difference between two years and half a year is too big, isn't it??] The system crashed and shouted, jumping up and down.
"Have you forgotten that I still have a year-end bonus? Have you forgotten that the contract we signed stated that Su Wanwan would transfer 1% of the shares of Su's Group to me in a while? Have you forgotten that we still haven't gotten Si Cheng's bank card password?"
Qu Shiyao watched helplessly as the system started throwing a tantrum again, and then pointed out the information that it had ignored one by one.
[Hmm? Seems like... a real shovel! Host! How many times have I told you! This system is a law-abiding system! I will absolutely not reveal the CEO's bank card password!!]
One second the system thought the host's words made sense, but the next second it realized what was going on and got so angry that it even blurted out some dialect swear words.
"Leaving aside the last point, I've checked, and the Su Group distributes dividends uniformly every year after the Lunar New Year."
Based on its past profits, I should be able to receive a share of over a billion.
With the year-end bonus added, it'll definitely be more than that 1 billion. I'll be taking the money home with me then.
Qu Shiyao analyzed the situation clearly, and at the end, she frowned slightly and complained with a hint of dissatisfaction: "But why is the exchange rate between money from this world and money from the real world 100:1? Are you taking kickbacks?"
[Host! How could you doubt me like that! These monetary figures are just numbers to us!]
The main reason is that this is a world of domineering CEO novels, where money is relatively easy to acquire, with billions in revenue flowing in at the drop of a hat, leading to severe inflation. Of course, the value of money would depreciate in your real world!
The system loudly protested its innocence and hurriedly offered an explanation.
"Alright, I'll reluctantly believe you." Qu Shiyao nodded.
System: [...] It felt that its host was sometimes really dog-like, and it couldn't continue this topic, otherwise it would be in trouble.
【Host, if your life afterward is just going to work, coming home, and having dinner in a routine, will the novel's rating have no room to rise?】 It changed the subject.
"Good question!" Qu Shiyao rested one hand behind her head, gazing at the hazy night outside the window, a meaningful smile curving her lips:
"Isn't there a ready-made domineering CEO? Let's find him to slap him in the face and vent our anger. I believe many fans will be happy to see that."
System: [6...]
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