Chapter 30: Simply a Time Management Master
The winter nights in Haicheng were bone-chilling, yet they were kept out by the car windows and the heater. This city that never sleeps finally showed a bit of exhaustion and tranquility at this moment.
After the meeting that day, the “Smart Medical Community” project on the South City plot officially entered a period of high-speed operation. Fu Yue naturally noticed that the Ji Group had replaced the design firm. He had originally worried that communication with Jiang Ying would become an obstacle to the project, but now he had no such concerns. The new firm was the well-known local Haicheng institution “Tiangong,” and the cooperation and communication were very smooth.
Amidst the busy work, a system notification arrived.
[Host, the main target character Ji Linyue has returned to Haicheng! Please follow up on the support mission in a timely manner.]
Ji Linyue had returned from his business trip to Italy. Fu Yue’s support mission was moved to the most urgent agenda by the system in bold red letters. Immediately afterward, Fu Yue received an “SOS” call from Chen Bai.
Fu Yue felt something was wrong. And as expected, it was.
“What happened?” Fu Yue sat down beside Chen Bai and ordered a ham and bacon omurice for himself. The meeting place for the two was a restaurant some distance from the company.
“Ji Linyue is back…” Chen Bai said with a long face.
Fu Yue frowned. “Him coming back is a good thing. It should be a time when ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’; why the long face? Did you two have a fight?”
The food in front of Chen Bai hadn’t been touched at all.
“Is it still about that scandal from last time?” Fu Yue guessed.
Chen Bai shook his head. “Regarding that scandal, we haven’t talked about it once. He doesn’t bring it up, and I don’t dare mention it.”
Even though the scandal had long been cleared, this deliberate avoidance was not right. Chen Bai then murmured something very softly that Fu Yue couldn’t hear.
“What did you say?”
Chen Bai’s face turned even redder, and he tried to raise his voice. “I feel… since Ji Linyue came back from Italy, he’s become…”
He spoke the following words unclearly. It took a lot of effort for Fu Yue to understand that Chen Bai was saying Ji Linyue had become “sexually cold.”
“He wasn’t like this before,” Chen Bai said shyly. “Before he went to Italy, we were… still very close. He was very… unrestrained.”
Fu Yue recalled the “knowledge” Ji Linyue had imparted to him back at the racing club, and the box of “gifts” he had sent later, and he nodded silently in his heart. From theory to practice, Ji Linyue shouldn’t be some kind of ascetic. This before-and-after contrast was too large.
Fu Yue directly called the system in his heart: “What’s the situation? Was the mission target possessed?” Transmigration into a book didn’t necessarily only happen to Fu Yue.
[Host, upon detection, the target character Ji Linyue has not undergone a soul mutation. The change in his behavior pattern stems from external information interference.]
“Speak human.”
[In Italy, Ji Linyue received ‘relationship counseling’ from a close friend. His friend told him that emotional relationships should be built on spiritual resonance, and physical desires are crude and unsustainable.]
Fu Yue: “…”
Good grief, it turned out he had been fed “toxic chicken soup” by a friend.
Fu Yue sighed and said seriously, “Chen Bai, you need to tear off this layer of polite clothing from Ji Linyue.”
“Tear… clothing?” Chen Bai was a bit bewildered.
“I’m just using a metaphor.”
“Oh.”
“Practical operations are more flexible,” Fu Yue said patiently, bringing out his set of domineering CEO strategies. “For example, when he looks at you with a restrained gaze, you lean in and say, ‘If you look at me like that, I’ll think you want to kiss me.'”
Chen Bai’s face turned completely red the moment he heard this.
Fu Yue continued to double down without changing his expression: “Or, at his bedroom door, pull on his sleeve, press his palm against your chest about two centimeters to the left of your heart, and whisper, ‘Do you feel it? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.'”
“Don’t! Stop talking!” Chen Bai covered his face, feeling as if he was about to catch fire.
“Or, crawl into his bed before he wakes up in the morning, and then…”
Just as Fu Yue began to describe the specific process, Chen Bai directly stood up, leaned over, and reached out to cover his mouth.
“Fu Yue, I can’t do it!” Chen Bai was so embarrassed his eyes were red.
Fu Yue looked at his shy appearance and felt a headache coming on. This generation of protagonists is not easy to lead. Just as Fu Yue thought the mission was going to get stuck, Chen Bai suddenly looked at him.
“Fu Yue,” he asked cautiously, “aren’t you very good at writing code?”
“Huh?” Fu Yue couldn’t quite follow his brain’s logic. “Code? What do you want me to write for you? A dating simulator? I don’t know how to make those games that start with an ‘E’.”
“No, it’s… it’s words.” Chen Bai seemed to have made a huge decision. He leaned in and lowered his voice, “Take those words you just taught me and… write them down for me.”
Fu Yue was completely speechless. Looking at the other party’s “if you don’t agree, I’ll cry” expression, he could only resign himself to taking his ultra-thin laptop out of his bag. Along with the crisp sound of the keyboard, a code editor interface with a black background and green text, full of geek style, popped up.
Fu Yue thought for a moment, then closed it and created a simple Word document. He felt that his dragon-slaying skills were currently being used to kill a chicken—no, to write a love letter.
“Alright, go ahead.” Fu Yue put on a business-like attitude.
“Just… just write what you said just now…” Chen Bai was still a bit embarrassed.
Fu Yue expressionlessly typed a line of text: [If you look at me like that, I’ll think you want to kiss me.]
“What else?”
Chen Bai looked at those words on the white paper. Since Fu Yue was the one typing, he didn’t feel much of a sense of participation, so he grew bolder, though his cheeks were still flushed.
“Write more,” Chen Bai began to dictate: “Use your fingers to confirm my texture and temperature.”
Fu Yue understood the meaning behind those words, and the fingers typing on the keyboard froze.
“…”
“Fu Yue, write what you said just now, about crawling into his bed before he wakes up in the morning, and then…”
Fu Yue felt his ears getting a bit hot. He bit the bullet and typed a large section of tiger-wolf words. He looked up at Chen Bai. It’s me who’s embarrassed now, not you, right!
“Fu Yue, write some more.” Chen Bai urged from across the table.
Fu Yue was grumbling wildly in his heart. He felt that he wasn’t writing a love letter, but smut. If this thing were posted online, let alone being charged for it, it would be the kind of level where he’d be directly invited by the internet police to drink coffee!
He looked at the words he had typed with his own hands on the screen—”tie,” “Adam’s apple,” “clavicle,” “tender,” “explore,” “lightly pinch”… The entire piece was full of words that would be automatically replaced with asterisks by the system. He, a man who aspired to change the world with code, was currently with hands as shaky as a Parkinson’s patient, ghostwriting a smutty essay for a pure young boy.
Being a support act like this was truly epic and tragic.
Fifteen minutes before work started in the afternoon. The President’s Office area on the 97th floor was very quiet. Fu Yue held that pure A4 paper in his hand, but the paper carried indescribable, spicy content.
At the restaurant at noon, he had sent the document to Chen Bai with a red face, sternly telling him that he must handwrite it himself to show sincerity. As a result, Chen Bai had hesitated for a long time. In the end, what he handed over in the stairwell was still a printed version, saying he was too embarrassed to put pen to paper, only signing a name as small as an ant with a pen at the very bottom.
What else could Fu Yue do? The love letter still had to be delivered.
“System, 30-second invisibility and teleportation, activate! Send me into Ji Linyue’s office.”
[30-second countdown starting…]
As the countdown began in his mind, Fu Yue’s figure twisted in the air and became transparent. Subsequently, he appeared inside Ji Linyue’s office.
[27, 26, 25…]
Time was tight. Fu Yue didn’t dare study the room’s layout and quickly rushed to the large desk. With a quick hand, he placed the piece of paper on a corner of the desk.
Crash—
He was prepared to retreat, but his elbow accidentally hit a stack of neatly arranged documents on the desk. The documents fell, taking an adjacent silver photo frame down with them, which landed with a slap right on the bottom right corner of the letter he had just put down!
“Crap!” Fu Yue wailed in his heart, quickly straightening the documents.
[3, 2, 1… Invisibility effect ending.]
Fu Yue’s body began to flicker like television static. Then, he instantly materialized! He didn’t have time to straighten the photo frame and hurriedly left the office, closing the door guiltily behind him.
Just as his hand left the doorknob and he turned around, before he had time to catch his breath, two people walked toward him from the opposite direction.
“Oh, Young Master Fu!” A bright female voice rang out, accompanied by the clack-clack of high heels on the floor.
The one greeting him was Su Sophie, the marketing director of the Ji Group and the company’s number one beauty. Beside her, Shen Junnian’s broodingly handsome face was staring at him coldly.
Fu Yue’s face was currently flushed. He nodded to them and hurriedly left, slipping into the stairwell. He was currently suffering from the debuff of the invisibility skill—an elevated body temperature. To Su Sophie’s eyes, this appearance added a layer of suspicion.
Just as Shen Junnian was about to call out to him, Su Sophie stopped him. “We’re here to talk business with Chairman Ji; serious matters first.”
As she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened with a ding. The Ji brothers walked out one after the other. Both had the icy imperial aura of ten thousand years.
“Chairman Ji, President Ji.” Su Sophie immediately greeted them with a charming smile.
The four of them entered the “crime scene” Fu Yue had just escaped.
The business discussion went fairly smoothly. A woman’s sensitivity to her surroundings naturally surpasses a man’s. Su Sophie soon spotted the letter with one corner pinned under the photo frame on the corner of the desk. Her face turned slightly red; she had clearly seen the content.
Su Sophie had grown up abroad and came from an excellent family background, so she was usually casual in front of the Ji brothers.
“Oh my,” she let out a laugh while covering her mouth, her gaze moving ambiguously toward Ji Linyue. “President Ji, since when did you have such an… interesting document here?”
Without waiting for anyone to react, she pointed at the letter with a slender finger painted in vermilion. “Let me see which little vixen is so bold…”
In the next second, Su Sophie’s modulated voice rang out in the quiet office:
“If you look at me like that, you’ll make me think you want to kiss me.”
“…Use your fingers to confirm my texture and temperature. In the early morning, I want to crawl into your arms before you wake up, and use…” She intentionally paused here, her gaze sweeping over Ji Linyue’s body before she continued reading, “…to wake… you… up.”
She omitted two words. Although she had always been lively and open, she was too embarrassed to read the philosophical content too explicitly in public.
The air in the office froze instantly. Ji Linyue turned to stone on the spot, his face changing colors several times within a few seconds.
Shen Junnian frowned. He didn’t speak, but he clearly associated it with something. Only Ji Hanmo remained expressionless. He simply sat quietly on the sofa, his bottomless eyes unreadable. Only his fingers resting on his knee gave a few unconscious taps.
After finishing reading and enjoying everyone’s shocked expressions, Su Sophie intentionally looked dissatisfied. “It’s printed, and they didn’t even dare sign their name. Are people nowadays this shy… Wait!”
She seemed to have suddenly remembered something and looked at Ji Linyue with realization. “Who did we just see sneaking out of your office? Oh—”
She gave Shen Junnian a meaningful look before drawing out her words as she looked at a bewildered Ji Linyue: “It was Fu Yue. President Ji, your charm is truly great; even he has fallen for you?”
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