Chapter 71 Make Me Suffer Just Like You [Don't Skip, Focus on the Background]
I opened my eyes again.
It was already late at night.
Fu Hanchuan stared blankly at the plush rabbit doll directly in front of him for a long time. He looked down and found a soft pillow under his head and a small blanket that Wen Yanyu had recently bought covering his body.
Although it's not winter yet, the underfloor heating has already been turned on in the house.
Another family member often forgets to wear shoes when they're feeling absent-minded, so their living area is basically covered with a blanket.
So even though he had been asleep for an unknown amount of time, he felt no discomfort. He hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time, and was even so comfortable that he wanted to take another nap.
The living room lights were on at their lowest setting, not very bright but still visible, like a dimly lit, warm tavern from the last century.
Fu Hanchuan looked up.
Wen Yanyu sat at the low table, focused, typing on the keyboard and moving the mouse with her left hand, while making corrections to the document with a pencil in her right hand.
A large stack of documents that was originally placed on the right side under the low table has been moved to the left side.
As the last character fell, Wen Yanyu let out a long sigh of relief, closed the file on the left, and put it down.
He stretched and lay down on the small table, casually taking off his headband, and two strands of "rabbit ears" drooped from his head onto the table.
What words can be used to describe the scene before my eyes?
That's about it.
The little rabbit was so tired it collapsed into a limp mess.
Fu Hanchuan looked at her for a long time before getting up and sitting down next to Wen Yanyu.
I heard a noise.
Wen Yanyu looked up abruptly, her head slamming into the man's shoulder, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
"!!!" Fu Hanchuan panicked and quickly reached out to rub the little rabbit's head, "Does it hurt? Did you bump your eyes?"
"It's nothing." Wen Yanyu wiped away her tears.
My brain has been working all day, and I'm exhausted. It feels like I've gone back to the days when I was a "corporate slave" in a previous life.
Seeing that Fu Hanchuan had finally woken up, Wen Yanyu explained listlessly, "You fell asleep this morning. I saw that you were too tired, so I didn't wake you up. But I couldn't move you very well, so I moved you to the side."
"I know, I know, did you hurt yourself?"
Fu Hanchuan looked flustered and heartbroken, and gave a few perfunctory replies.
After rubbing and examining Wen Yanyu for a long time, confirming that Wen Yanyu's expression was normal and that he had only touched her a few times, he finally let go.
Fu Hanchuan turned to look at a stack of documents on his left, picked one up at random, and began to read it.
Wen Yanyu leaned close to the man and explained in a low voice.
“I saw there were too many of these, so I took care of them for you. I wrote them in pencil. If there are any problems, just tell me and I'll erase them with an eraser. If there are no problems, you can just sign your name.”
Wen Yanyu took a sip of juice and watched the man examine her.
Generally, such documents are simply reviewed, and the necessary changes, key points, and directions are explained to the secretarial team and department head for specific drafting.
However, there was simply too much to say, and it would be quite a workload to explain it verbally or summarize it in meetings. In most cases, he preferred to write it down directly with a pen.
After repeated revisions, it undergoes final review and approval.
He noticed that Fu Hanchuan had the same habit; the other had been busy with his affairs these past few days, so he simply helped with the review.
The abilities he honed through the system and the punishment of death in his reincarnation were enough for him to quickly understand the direction and core strategic goals of the Fu Xin Group through these documents. While he couldn't say he was completely adept at handling them, he was almost never wrong.
Fu Hanchuan quickly flipped through seven or eight documents and then glanced at the things on the computer.
Given his ridiculously picky nature, the above revisions and comments can only be described as excellent.
Furthermore, the documents, which are very similar in style to our own, with various modifications and processing methods, have not deviated from the group's core strategy.
Fu Hanchuan turned the pages one by one, his pupils widening with increasing surprise, and he couldn't help but frown.
Wen Yanyu, when...
These are the ones I know...
Wen Yanyu was still muttering to herself, "I made a copy of those electronic files on the computer and then annotated the backup. You can pick one out. If you can't use it, it's okay. I've kept the originals safe and sound."
A gentle sigh was heard.
After entering the cycle of reincarnation in the small world, he was transformed into various kinds of cannon fodder.
Among them are founders of business empires, secretaries of various high-ranking officials, executive directors, technicians, researchers—the list goes on and on.
However, his past roles are often already halfway through, and he still has to play those roles for several months, or even a year or two.
He only used someone else's body and gained a first-person perspective on the memories, but he didn't acquire many abilities. In the beginning, he could only describe it as a chaotic and disorganized period.
When it comes to business matters, Bad Dog still guided him step by step, teaching him little by little.
He has only barely learned to this level today, which, while not exactly masterful, is enough to handle most situations without much difficulty.
Wen Yanyu was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation; she would see the stinky dog again tonight.
He still prefers to sleep in the system's arms.
Suddenly remembering his own system, Wen Yanyu's eyes dimmed.
In the early years of reincarnation, after each storyline ended, he and the system returned to the space together. The system would hold him in its arms, making him look like he was about to die from a breakdown, and each time it would make him uncontrollably say hurtful things.
Because of the pain, I hated the system countless times. Why did I have no abilities? Why did it bind me to those worlds? Why did it treat me like this?
He transformed the pain of his repeated deaths into curses, venting them all on the system.
It just silently endured it.
She watched him quietly.
He apologized again and again.
He kicked her away again and again, but she kept coming up to him and saying the same things over and over.
"It's too cold here; it would be terrible to get sick."
"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do."
"I'm sorry for causing you so much pain."
Until the seventh world, Si Ye told himself that his reincarnation had nothing to do with the system; the system was more like his other half than a system.
And the pain of death.
The system took two-thirds of it for him.
He no longer remembers what his expression was like at the time, nor does he remember the pain brought by that overwhelming sense of guilt.
But he still remembered that day. No matter how much he scolded, how fiercely he attacked, or how much he hit the system, it had never gotten angry before. For the first time, it was so angry that it almost pounced on Si Ye and bit him.
No matter what, she had never been able to escape his system. For the first time, she was afraid to look at him, afraid to meet his gaze.
It was only after that that they truly began to walk together in the real sense.
It would still foolishly take away his pain, foolishly use its own body to warm him, and in those worlds, they would embrace each other until the end, and together in the cold space, they would sleep in each other's arms.
Only then did he understand why Si Ye loved Qiu Qiu so much. In the cold weather, it was simply irresistible to snuggle up in a warm, oversized, fluffy embrace to sleep.
Although Qiuqiu's relationship with Siye is different from his relationship with the bad dog.
With her memory returning and her mind racing after a day's work, Wen Yanyu rubbed her sleepy eyes and continued explaining, following the man's movements.
As Fu Hanchuan flipped through the documents, he listened to Wen Yanyu's detailed and professional explanation.
The dim yellow light cast dappled shadows, blending into the darkness before my eyes.
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