Chapter 3 The Domineering CEO
In the early hours of the morning, the rain subsided, and glistening raindrops began to fall from the sky.
After finishing the game on the male protagonist's phone, Qingran exited the app, turned off the phone, and returned it to its rightful owner—stuffing it back into the male protagonist's coat pocket.
Then, holding an umbrella, he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
The system, which was reading downloaded offline novels, quickly asked upon seeing this: [Host, shall we go back?]
Qingran hummed in agreement.
She walked to the driver's side, opened the car door, unbuckled the seatbelt, and with a slight crouch, easily hoisted the man onto her back.
He was holding an umbrella in one hand, yet he was able to carry an unconscious man steadily and as if walking on flat ground.
Of course, no normal person could do something so outrageous.
But it doesn't matter, Qingran isn't human.
System: ...Host is so kind, actually willing to maintain a facade of normal behavior to fool me.
The return trip took even less time than the journey there; Qingran arrived home before 2 p.m.
Place the umbrella under the eaves to drip water, step into the main room, and turn on the light.
The main room was not very large. The floor was uniformly paved with old stone bricks, and the walls were made of rammed earth. In the middle, there was a square table for eating and two benches.
A portrait is neatly pasted on the wall directly opposite the main gate, with an altar table below it.
According to the original owner's memories, the portrait in the magazine was actually the founding father of the country.
Qingran was surprised when he first saw it; this custom was different from that of his original world.
There is a bedroom on each side of the main room. The one on the left belongs to the original owner's deceased adoptive father, which Qingran sealed away after she transmigrated.
The room on the right is both the original owner's residence and Qingran's current living room.
The kitchen, where cooking and washing are done, is located on the far right side of the wall.
Qingran turned right with her back to the person.
The bedroom is slightly smaller than the main room. The walls have been newly covered with off-white floral wallpaper, so the whole space becomes bright when the lights are turned on.
In addition to the new wallpaper, the room also had new bedding, new bedside tables and lamps, and a lot of new clothes in the wardrobe.
Why is Qingran broke?
That's why; he used all the money he had to buy new ones.
After putting the person off his back, he stripped them down to their underwear and placed them on the bed.
Qingran: [System?]
The lack of a unified response from the mind's eye suggests that the privacy protection mode has been triggered and the user has been locked in solitary confinement.
After all that fuss, Qingran was both tired and annoyed. Too lazy to hide it, she casually cast a cleansing spell on herself and the man before lying down next to him to sleep.
...
The next day, Qingran woke up lazily and opened her eyes.
The person beside him was still unconscious. He got up and tucked the corner of the blanket he had wrapped around the other person in, then reached under the blanket to check for his pulse.
Judging from the pulse, a person usually wakes up between afternoon and evening.
Qingran: [Lingling, when will he wake up?]
System: [Based on the scan results, it's estimated to be sometime between this afternoon and evening.]
Hmm, it matches his diagnosis. It seems that the half-baked medical skills he learned during his travels haven't been completely forgotten.
The man's clothes were lying on the broken rattan chair next to the wardrobe.
Qingran walked over and searched the contents, pulling out a cell phone and a wallet.
To my surprise, I opened the wallet and found my ID card, a stack of bank cards, and about ten bills.
They completely forgot that the male protagonist himself had money; a little over a thousand yuan should be enough for a checkup, right?
Qingran frowned, thinking to himself that he should have known better than to bring the person back for treatment.
In his heart:
Hua Yanchen paid for his own treatment > He took him home for treatment > He worked hard to earn money for Yanchen's medical treatment.
But since we've already brought everyone back, there's no point in thinking about it anymore.
With her back to the bed, she took off her shirt. The rice jar in the kitchen was almost empty, so Qingran decided to go down the mountain to buy some food and medicine for her injuries.
After changing my clothes, I locked my empty wallet in a locked metal box in the closet, and then took my two cell phones with me...
As he walked out the door, he remembered there was something he had forgotten to do, so he came back and soaked the suit and shoes he had searched, then hung them outside to dry.
*
After the rainstorm, the sky was clear and blue, and the air was filled with a refreshing coolness.
A man dressed in long sleeves and trousers walked into the county town. His handsome appearance and aloof demeanor attracted many admiring glances.
Qingran was used to it and calmly chose a restaurant to walk into, despite the obvious or subtle stares.
He got up late today, and with the time it took to go down the mountain and into the city, this meal was essentially brunch.
I ordered a bowl of rice noodles from the proprietress and took out my phone while waiting for the food to be served.
Two.
The phone on the left has a silver-white body and a pure black finish; it's the latest flip phone from a major brand and belongs to Yan Chen.
The one on the right is entirely gray, with so many scratches on the screen and body that it could be used as an abstract painting decoration, belonging to the current blue-green color scheme.
Qingran turned on the phone on the left.
After a startup music played, a continuous stream of new message notifications and missed call ringtones began to sound.
The proprietress, who was serving the rice noodles, couldn't help but glance at the vibrating phone on the table.
He put down his bowl and said, "Brother, your rice noodles are ready."
Qingran nodded: "Okay, thank you."
The phone vibrated for about two minutes before it completely stopped.
I reached out and picked it up. Most of the unread messages and missed calls on the phone came from two different people.
One is Su Yu, and the other is...
Qingran: [Hong Yue?]
"[She's the male lead's top assistant.]" the system explained.
System: [The two were university classmates. Hong Yue started working for the male lead before graduating, and he was the one who helped stabilize the situation during the male lead's disappearance.]
Oh, that Assistant Hong who secretly loved Su Yu but quietly helped her get together with her rival.
Qingran ignored the messages and calls and opened her contacts.
The system, assuming he was going to play a game: [What does the host want to do?]
Qingran didn't answer, but slowly typed a string of numbers into her contacts.
Note: Blue dye.
As soon as I dialed that number, another cell phone on the table rang.
Qingran changed her phone again, saved Yan Chen's phone number, and changed the nickname.
The system is increasingly unable to understand the host's actions.
Could it be that the host plans to return Yan Chen's phone to him? But wouldn't that allow Yan Chen to be located beforehand through the phone?
[Host, are you going to hand the phone over to the male lead?] the system asked anxiously.
Qingran: [How could that be?]
Then she added the phone number she had exchanged with to Qiuqiu's friend list, playing two roles and sending several conversations back and forth.
The system finished reading the content: ...Huh?
It was completely baffled as to what its host was trying to do.
Just then, a phone call came in on Yan Chen's phone, and the screen displayed the name Su Yu.
Qingran hung up without blinking. Just as she finished editing the chat history, she exited the software and shut down her computer.
Not to mention how his actions of turning the phone on and off caused Su Yu, who was worried about Yan Chen in Beijing, to experience a heart attack, her mood shifting between heaven and hell.
Qingran, on the other hand, started eating without any burden.
After lunch, I went to my usual bookstore to read for a while.
Qingran reads a wide variety of books, but generally follows the direction of domestic basic education textbooks.
The original owner's family kept textbooks from elementary to high school, and he would take one out and look at it whenever he had free time.
It's both a pastime and a way to quickly learn about the country's history and knowledge system.
He is always very focused when he reads, showing none of the laziness he usually displays when he steals a moment of leisure.
The system got used to not disturbing him at this time, and kept track of the time while surfing the internet.
As evening approached, she was just about to remind the male protagonist of something.
Lei Zi: [Old Zhou, how about we grab a bite sometime when you're free?]
The original owner's friend happened to send her a text message.
Seeing that it was almost time, Qingran put down the book and walked out of the store, dialing the number back as she did so.
As I stepped outside the store, the phone was answered on the other end.
"Hello? What's the emergency that you're calling? You almost scared me to death." The male voice coming from the phone still sounded a bit immature.
The other party's full name is Wang Lei, Zhou Qingran's junior and senior high school classmate, and they have a very good relationship.
When Qingran first arrived in the world, she was short of money. The other person noticed this and immediately gave her 1,000 without saying a word. He didn't mention borrowing or paying it back. He was a generous and righteous person, so Qingran naturally became friends with him.
Upon hearing this, he replied, "I'm in the county town."
The system silently announced: [Host, Yan Chen should be awake by now.]
Qingran: "Although I'm in the county town, I have something to do today, so I'll make an appointment with you another day."
Wang Lei: "Sure, I play games at internet cafes all the time anyway, just call me whenever you're free."
Qingran: "Okay."
Wang Lei: "Um... there's nothing difficult about it, right?" The voice on the other end of the line sounded hesitant.
"?"
Qingran didn't understand the deeper meaning and casually replied that there was no, then continued, "I still need to buy things, so I'm not talking to you anymore."
*
Meanwhile, deep within Butterfly Mountain.
The man, who had just woken up, stood by the bed and looked around at his surroundings.
His first impression was that the room was cramped. Although it was decorated in a warm and comfortable style, the room still gave him a feeling of being small and cramped.
I've looked through his wardrobe, but I can hardly find any clothes that fit him.
However, the suits and leather shoes hanging outside looked to be his size and matched the watch on his wrist.
Based on their first impression of the room, men can easily draw a conclusion:
The clothes and shoes probably belong to him; he's staying here temporarily for some reason, and this isn't his home.
What was even more unexpected was the view outside.
The man looked up into the distance. The wind was silent, twilight was falling, and the sky looked like it was painted with a layer of gray-blue ink.
Below, the forest is lush and green, and in the distance, the mountains rise and fall. Closer up, weary birds return to their nests, creating a vibrant natural scene.
He was actually deep in the mountains?!
Leaving the city as dusk fell, I walked for about 20 minutes before turning onto a country road, and then another half hour to reach the entrance to the mountain road.
However, by 7 p.m., the light in the mountains and forests had completely faded.
The tall trees overhead made the giant trees in sight appear like eerie, towering ghosts.
Qingran walked through this eerie and ghostly place, her hands full of things.
He walked quickly, and after about half an hour he could see a halo of dim yellow light shining through the distant woods.
[Ahhhhhh! The host didn't turn on the lights before leaving, and the male lead is indeed awake!] The system shouted in its mind.
[Quiet. ]
The system shut up immediately: [Okay, host.]
After stopping the system from going berserk, Qingran continued walking forward until she stepped out of the forest and came to a flat clearing, where the view suddenly became bright.
In the center of the open space stood a lone tiled house.
The lights in the main room and kitchen were on, and the kitchen door was open. A tall man wearing a vest and shorts walked out.
Hmm? It seems to be something the original owner brought back from the construction site?
The male lead has a good physique; the oversized vest actually looks just right on him.
Qingran stopped at the edge of the woods. The man being observed under the eaves suddenly sensed something and looked up in the direction she was looking.
My steps unconsciously faltered in place.
Night, desolate mountains, a stunningly beautiful woman.
Normal people would only associate it with erotic horror stories.
But it could also be the owner of this house.
As the other person approached, the man lowered his guard slightly and slowly calmed his racing heart.
[Host, host, be careful not to let your phone get discovered. If the male lead finds it early, it will be inconvenient for you to progress in the plot.] The system quickly reminded you.
[Okay, shh, don't bother me.]
Under the man's gaze, Qingran stepped onto the stairs, put down the heavy object in her hand, and walked up to him.
Up close, the man was considerably taller than him, with thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes. His handsome face was expressionless, but when he looked at him, there was a deep, hidden scrutiny in his eyes.
Like a predatory beast that has retracted its claws.
Qingran seemed oblivious, smiling as she wrapped her arms around the man's waist and kissed the corner of his lips.
"You're awake, Ah Chen." His words were affectionate and tender.
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