Chapter 122 Miss An, everything is a gift from nature~
That's nonsense!
An Ruoruo tried her best to restrain herself, but her face still kept twitching.
If they change rooms, what's the point of all the suffering she endured today?
The 4399 data stream was in disarray, and its anger was mixed with a hint of coldness: This host's luck is too bad, perhaps it's time to find a new host.
The concept of destiny is mysterious and profound, but it is a real phenomenon for systems in higher dimensions.
It betrayed its headquarters and traveled to various worlds, all for that bit of luck and energy, right?
An unlucky host is even more unacceptable to it than a simple idiot.
However, we still need to deal with the immediate problem. Items that can paralyze high-level systems are not cheap. 4399 spent nearly a quarter of his fortune to get them, and we must not waste them!
4399's cold, mechanical voice: [If the host fails the mission, I will directly devour your soul power as compensation.]
Soul power? Without special items, a mission participant's soul can only last for a thousand years at most. What's the difference between devouring soul power and directly taking someone's life?
An Ruoruo no longer has a physical body; she travels between worlds solely through her soul.
She was on edge, feeling resentful, and said, "This isn't fair! It's clearly not my fault!"
4399's monotonous, mechanical voice seemed to possess a terrifying, hellish power as it mocked:
You have no right to talk to me about fairness. What I want is perfect mission execution. If you can't do that, I have plenty of other humans I can bind with.
An Ruoruo broke out in a cold sweat. She knew that 4399 wasn't threatening her; everything it said was serious.
She suddenly recalled the feeling of being stabbed to death by that crazy lesbian woman; her body went from excruciating pain to numbness, and in a daze, she felt her body temperature draining away with her blood, growing colder and colder...
No, she now possesses beauty, wealth, and power in various small worlds, manipulating the most favored sons and daughters of heaven at will. She cannot lose this kind of life!
An Ruoruo clenched her hands tightly, her eyes darting around, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.
Seeing that An Ruoruo did not respond for a long time, the staff member next to her had a stiff smile and prayed silently.
Make sure he doesn't encounter any difficult clients; he's just an employee!
The waiter asked cautiously, "Ms. An, what is your decision?"
An Ruoruo suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with a fierce, trapped-beast-like glint as she stared at the service staff. But she quickly recovered, a smile playing on her lips.
"Let's go to another room then, we're not hungry yet."
Realizing her words were somewhat inappropriate, she turned to Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi and said, "Brother Fu and Sister-in-law, I just ate a big piece of bread and I'm still full. How about we eat later?"
Fearing that Wen Yao and the others might disagree, An Ruoruo's mind raced. "There are roses planted near the hotel, and the long flower wall is extremely beautiful."
“Since we’re already here, why don’t we take some photos?” An Ruoruo emphasized. “Brother Fu and his wife don’t have any photos of them together on Fuyun Mountain yet!”
Even though Fu Jinzhi knew An Ruoruo had ill intentions, he was still moved at that moment.
He cast a questioning look at Wen Yao, unaware of the expectation emanating from his own face.
With props to back her up, Wen Yao wasn't worried at all about what tricks An Ruoruo could pull. Her eyes crinkled, revealing a hint of doting affection: "Okay, let's go take pictures. I should change my WeChat Moments background."
An Ruoruo breathed a sigh of relief.
The pressure was released too early.
Fu Jinzhi stood tall and elegant not far away, hands in his pockets, looking down at An Ruoruo.
His beautiful, captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and a slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed his obvious contempt and mockery. His voice was clear but its content was despicable:
"Excuse me, An Ruoruo, did you just come back from the Qing Dynasty? You can't handle modern equipment?"
"When I first saw the photos you took, I didn't dare to mock you, fearing that you might have actually suffered a stroke and couldn't control your limbs."
"You're standing here all by yourself in the blink of an eye? So everyone's come together for reform and opening up, but your aesthetic sense is still stuck in the last century?"
An Ruoruo was so overwhelmed by the retorts that she wanted to twist off Fu Jinzhi's handsome head and use it as a football.
Damn, I've never seen anyone so picky!
She gave a forced smile: "So, Brother Fu, what kind of effect are you hoping for?"
Fu Jinzhi commanded imperiously: "First, capture the atmosphere of our unwavering love and trust. Second, highlight the contrast between Yaoyao's slender figure and her importance to me. Third, make the roses in the background look beautiful, but don't overshadow the impact of the portrait..."
Fu Jinzhi rattled off seven or eight demands, and An Ruoruo's lips gradually flattened out, until finally her face fell, and she couldn't even manage a forced smile anymore.
Damn it, that's a misuse of the word "picky," Fu Jinzhi is clearly insane!
What, are you acting like you're the client?
Despite her efforts to suppress her anger, An Ruoruo still managed to let out a sliver of it, "With so many demands, Brother Fu won't even give me some wages?"
Salary? Wen Yao was stunned. Fu Jinzhi's money was her money, and she couldn't let it go to waste on An Ruoruo!
Wen Yao leaned closer and declared confidently, "The biggest factors for a successful photo shoot are the model and the environment!"
"You just praised me and Fu Jinzhi for being a perfect match, saying we're naturally photogenic."
"This wall of roses is so beautiful that every shot is a masterpiece."
“Miss An,” Wen Yao patted An Ruoruo’s shoulder, her voice sincere, “everything is a gift from nature. You didn’t put in any effort at all, so why talk about compensation?”
"To mix profit into such a beautiful scene is vulgar, so incredibly vulgar!"
[A gift from nature? I think it's evidence of the host's stinginess!] 8848 complained in a good mood.
As a frequent victim of Wen Yao's mind, 8848 is often led astray by Wen Yao's bizarre logic, causing its data stream to scatter in frustration.
Over time, 8848 became somewhat distorted: whenever it saw Wen Yao tormenting others, it felt extremely pleased.
Hehe, how can we let a whole system suffer?
Boring! It wants to see rivers of blood!
Ignoring 8848's complaints, Wen Yao smiled slightly, her bright eyes, like autumn water, were half-curved, making her otherwise somewhat aggressive beauty appear gentle and approachable.
Her voice was gentle and soft: "Miss An can't bear to let this beautiful scenery be tainted by money, right?"
An Ruoruo's lips moved but she couldn't utter a word, and her face turned pale.
This adulterous couple is a match made in heaven, each more shameless than the other, they deserve to die!
After a long while, An Ruoruo composed herself and said, "Brother Fu and sister-in-law, please wait a moment. I'm going to the restroom and will be right back."
As soon as An Ruoruo left, Wen Yao smiled more brightly than summer flowers. She threw herself into Fu Jinzhi's arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You actually managed to make nearly ten confusing and difficult requests. You're definitely a born capitalist who's always looking to be the client. You're full of bad intentions."
Fu Jinzhi held the person tightly in his arms, gently lifting him twice, their noses touching, their breaths mingling:
"Isn't your practice of making people work for free a perfect match for me?"
"Hmm? Mrs. Client?"
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