Chapter 3
Chu Muchao has a voice that doesn't quite match his appearance; it's soft and sweet, with a slight upward cadence at the end of the note, a timbre unique to Nancheng.
In Chu Wen's eyes, she seemed to be acting coquettishly, but her features were very delicate and beautiful, and her smile was bright and generous.
Chu Wen thought that this was how a little princess who had been pampered and disciplined by her family since childhood should be.
Chu Wen's gaze fell on the face of the person opposite him.
That clean, untainted smile only served to highlight the darkness and ugliness within him.
Chu Wen lowered his eyes and avoided eye contact.
“You haven’t been back in China for long, and you need to adjust to everything gradually. If there’s anything your brother can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask.”
"Okay, I know."
Chu Muchao frowned as he swallowed a piece of mutton cooked with medicinal herbs.
"Brother, I don't like eating mutton, and the medicine smells too strong."
Chu Wen looked up and saw that the fair and pretty face in front of him was full of disdain.
The soft, drawn-out tone lingered.
It's just like being coquettish.
Chu Wen lowered his eyes, his voice low and serious.
"Let's finish this meal first."
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After dinner, Chu Wen returned to his study to work.
Since Chu Wen took over the group and became the CEO, he has been busy with all kinds of matters, big and small. He used to keep in touch with his colleagues often, but now he couldn't even fly to attend the graduation ceremony in person.
Chu Wen has always doted on her since she was little. If he weren't too busy with work, he would never have missed such an important occasion in her life.
Therefore, she was still a little angry with Chu Wen after she returned.
If she hadn't seen him flying and running around everywhere with her own eyes, she wouldn't have forgiven Chu Wen so quickly.
Chu Muchao asked the aunt to pick out some fruit and then planned to go upstairs.
The aunt brought over a plate of fruit and freshly squeezed juice, but hesitated to speak.
Chu Muchao asked, "What's wrong?"
The housekeeper looked troubled: "Miss, the housekeeper asked me to remind you that if you're not satisfied with the dishes prepared in the kitchen, you can bring it up yourself; there's no need to listen to Young Master Wen's opinion. After all, this is..."
“Auntie.” Chu Muchao interrupted her, her voice still gentle but her tone a little firmer, “He is my brother, his surname is Chu. My brother consulted a nutritionist to specially customize a menu for me, for my health.”
"Yes, Miss is right." The aunt breathed a sigh of relief, clearly realizing that what she had said earlier was not her true intention. "Miss, put the fruit and juice here, I'll go out now."
Chu Muchao raised the corners of his lips: "Yes, thank you, Auntie."
The moment the door closed, a voice eagerly echoed in my mind.
Good evening, dear working lady. Have you considered signing a magical contract with this system?
Chu Muchao carried a juice and a plate of fruit and sat down on the massage chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
I adjusted to a comfortable position, turned on the massage mode, and asked lazily.
"I'm curious, why do you want to sign a magic contract with me? Do I have something you want? Or what do you need me to provide?"
Perhaps it's because I sensed that you need me.
Chu Muchao was momentarily dazed.
Why did the system's voice sound a little different just now? It even sounded gentler than usual, despite being mechanical.
Chu Muchao took a sip of juice, crossed his legs, and swayed unsteadily: "Now that I've signed a contract with you, can I use magic like today?"
【Yes, the process of using magic is the same as what we're trying out today. You use the power of magic to transform into a magical girl. Of course, since this is a working-class friendly version, the transformation process and the process of using magic are kept completely confidential. Only you can see it, so no one else will hear our conversation, your incantations, or see what you look like after you transform. Working-class lady, you can rest assured.】
[After transforming into a magical girl, you will use your own unique staff to cast spells on designated targets. Today's tested magic skill is called "Words of Power," which makes the target do something according to your request—in short, obey your commands.]
Each successful use of a skill will increase your magic points and proficiency. Once the proficiency reaches its maximum level, the magic skill will automatically level up, making your magic skills more effective.
"So, does that mean that even though it's called 'the word comes true,' there's still a possibility that it might fail to work?"
That's the theoretical answer.
You can think of it this way: your social experience is like your character level. When the other person's social or work experience is higher than yours—meaning their character level is higher—using an un-upgraded magic skill is like casting a skill beyond your level, which carries a certain risk of failure. You can increase your social or work experience, or upgrade your magic skill's level, to increase the chances of successfully casting the magic skill.
But with me here, I won't let your magic fail.
Chu Muchao laughed and said, "So confident? Then you must be the most powerful system in your magical world?"
【Heh.】
The system emitted a mechanical laugh, strange, yet gentle.
There was neither denial nor admission.
[By signing a magical contract, as your magical skill levels up, each time you use a magical skill, you will randomly enjoy a dish of cuisine from around the world.]
Chu Muchao: Hmm, my family has five chefs.
【^-^ But lately I've been eating bland, nutritious meals that you don't like.】
Chu Muchao: Next.
As points accumulate, the online store system will be upgraded to include the latest styles from top luxury brands worldwide.
Chu Muchao: Every season, brands send me new styles of clothing in advance.
This system also offers a one-click outfit change function, which can synchronize with the real world.
Chu Muchao: ...That is indeed very convenient.
Now, Miss Working Woman, please choose an item to be your magic wand.
Chu Muchao: Quite confident.
Feeling tempted? Give it a try, you won't regret it.
Chu Muchao looked at the P-brand signature pen on the round table next to him.
"Is a pen okay?"
Of course, everything is up to you. What you use is the source of magical power.
"I like this way of putting it."
As the mechanical sound slowly faded, the black pen on the round table suddenly flew to Chu Muchao's front, enveloped in golden light.
"this……"
Just as Chu Muchao was about to ask something, a scroll outlined in golden lines appeared before her eyes and slowly unfurled.
On the scroll outlined in gold lines, several lines of text gradually emerged. The characters were rounded, and there were circles in some places, making it impossible to discern what the characters were.
It must be a script unique to that magical world.
[Dear working lady, please sign your name at the end, and then our contract will be successfully signed.]
[Friendly reminder: Our working-class friendly version does not require you to sign your real name, but the title you use will be used when using magic skills in the future.]
Then, let's go with Mu Mu.
Chu Muchao signed his name with the two characters "Mumu".
A huge bow suddenly popped out of the black pen in the golden light and tied to the pen cap.
In the center of the bow, a pair of small wings slowly unfold, supporting the letter "M". As the golden light disappears, the letter "M" is imprinted on the black pen cap.
[The magical contract has been successfully concluded. It was a pleasure working with you, Miss Mu Mu.]
Please keep your staff safe.
Originally intending to casually put it back on the round table, Chu Muchao paused upon hearing the system's reminder.
"Hmm, that makes sense. I should have put it in the bag I carry to work."
After all, the magic system for working professionals can only be used in the office area.
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No.
It turns out that you can use it at home too.
Chu Muchao took a bath and did a deep beauty and skincare cleansing treatment.
It was past 11 p.m. when I came out of the bathroom.
I even received work-related messages from colleagues in the marketing department!
Unbelievable!
In fact, replying to work messages outside of work hours—a form of implicit overtime—is quite common in today's workplace.
Chu Muchao didn't care: Since it's considered hidden overtime, I won't watch it.
[A friendly suggestion for Miss Mu Mu: it would be better if you checked the message. We can use magic to handle it.]
Chu Muchao refused: Our company does not encourage overtime.
The subtext of ^-^ is likely: Overtime is discouraged, so there's no overtime pay, but you must work overtime if necessary.
Chu Muchao didn't care about any of that.
She worked overtime the other day because of the emergency and there were extenuating circumstances. Now that Plan B has been submitted, there's no reason for her to create more trouble for herself.
He tossed his phone aside and lay down on the bed.
"Smart Butler".
"I am here."
A ring of lights illuminated the bottom of the speaker by the bedside.
"Turn on sleep mode."
*
Early the next morning.
The smart home assistant activated the morning wake-up service, and Chu Muchao woke up quickly.
I slept quite well last night, and when I woke up this morning, I felt energetic and very alert.
The curtains automatically opened to both sides, letting in the heat, which made me feel less irritable.
"Yes, the sky is so blue today, it's a beautiful day!"
When Chu Muchao arrived at the restaurant, Chu Wen was having breakfast.
He slightly raised his eyes, gesturing for her to sit down and have breakfast.
Chu Muchao sat down opposite him and muttered softly, "Why are you getting up so early lately? You don't usually eat breakfast at this time."
Chu Wen lowered his eyes and paused in scooping the porridge: "We have seafood porridge today. I'll take you to the company after you finish eating."
Chu Wen's usual car for going to the company was too eye-catching; everyone recognized its owner.
Besides, things are different now... It's not right for her to always have Chu Wen pick her up and drop her off at get off work.
Chu Muchao ate a few mouthfuls of seafood porridge, pursed his lips, and gave in.
"Brother, I'll have the driver pick me up later. From now on, I'll ride in my own car, so you don't need to bother waiting for me or picking me up."
Chu Wen's eyes darkened.
Chu Muchao's intention to distance himself from him was all too obvious.
After a while, Chu Wen hummed in agreement.
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Arrived at the company.
Just like yesterday, Chu Muchao had just swiped her card and walked in when she turned around and bumped into the colleague who had asked her yesterday if she wanted coffee.
Today, there was another person beside her, holding two mugs, who called out to her.
"Hey, intern, a cup of coffee, please."
Chu Muchao frowned slightly.
This person is both polite and rude, and even deliberately came over to stop her from moving forward.
Chu Muchao sighed helplessly, his voice soft: "Thank you, but I don't like coffee."
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