What normal person watches financial interviews?
There’s no domineering CEO content in those.
Wait, that’s not the point.
The point was—this guy wasn’t a romance scammer.
He was a real rich guy.
A real sugar daddy.
Why did he come looking for her again?
Investment—!!!
Ming Ming sucked in a sharp breath and instantly changed her expression.
She rushed forward, grabbed his hand, and started bowing enthusiastically.
“Chairman Gu—uh, no—President Gu, hello! I heard you’re interested in investing in our company?”
“You really have incredible vision!”
She launched straight into exaggerated praise:
“Our company covers a very wide range of fields, including but not limited to catering, education, internet tech, fashion… In short, our prospects are extremely promising. You can invest boldly and confidently in us, and I guarantee your money will not be lost—uh, not lost—your money will double!”
She said it with great conviction.
Riding the wave of her own nonsense, she reached around her body, suddenly remembering that their tiny broken company didn’t even have business cards.
She gave an awkward laugh and continued enthusiastically:
“Um… are you hungry? Want to try some grilled cold noodles?”
Gu Qing raised an eyebrow. “You made them?”
“Of course,” Ming Ming puffed up proudly. “Would I have the honor of cooking for President Gu personally?”
He agreed without hesitation—and actually looked forward to it.
She took him to her street stall.
His aura really didn’t match a roadside food stand. And yet he stood there with his arms crossed, right beside her, watching every single movement she made.
It somehow made him feel more “human.”
Even he thought the scene felt strangely warm.
In fact, he’d already started imagining the future:
After they got married, the two of them were busy together in the kitchen…
Or maybe he’d come back from a business trip, and she’d prepared a table full of food as a surprise?
His little wife might actually do something like that.
There was a softness in his eyes that he didn’t even notice.
Then he took a bite of her grilled cold noodles.
Gu Qing thought expressionlessly:
What exactly was I expecting?
Fine. His future wife should never be allowed near the kitchen.
He silently set the rest of the noodles back on the stall.
Ming Ming rubbed her hands together eagerly.
“President Gu, how was it? Shall we talk about the investment?”
Gu Qing looked at her calmly. “Miss Ming, I’ll be direct.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t come for the investment. Investment is secondary. What I really want is to develop a deeper relationship with you.”
Ming Ming hesitated. “…What kind of relationship?”
“An emotional one.”
Her smile froze.
Not talking about money, but talking about feelings?
Or rather, feelings first, money later?
How could she not understand what this meant?
This guy wants to use me!
Is this a joke?!
“President Gu, I’m a serious businesswoman,” she said stiffly.
Gu Qing: “…”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
He paused, then unwillingly asked again:
“You really have no impression of me at all?”
Ming Ming felt like she was losing it.
Here we go again.
There’s no such thing as free money falling from the sky. So this is still a targeted scam.
Gu Qing thought: Fine. We’ll start from something more recent.
“Then let’s not talk about long ago,” he said. Lowering his head slightly, he looked at her.
“I remember telling someone that no matter what world I ended up in, I would find her.”
“But that person didn’t recognize me at all.”
His tone carried a trace of resentment.
“It was you?! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
“How did you get here? When did you come?”
Wasn’t he the male lead from the virtual world?
Could he come into reality?
Wait…
Ming Ming suddenly realized something terrifying.
Had she never left the virtual world at all?
“System, where are you?!”
No response.
Gu Qing saw her looking around and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My system disappeared,” Ming Ming said worriedly. “There’s no info in this world at all. What are we supposed to do?”
“…” Gu Qing finally told her, “This is the real world. There’s no system.”
Ming Ming looked at him suspiciously.
“Really? This is really the real world?”
She reached out and touched his hand… and his face.
He was real.
Not a dream.
But how could a virtual-world character come into the real world?
“Then why are you here? How did you get here?”
He was just about to explain when she interrupted him.
“Wait—don’t panic. I have a question first.”
She asked very seriously:
“Tell me how much money you have right now. That’s what I care about most.”
“…”
Gu Qing calmly named a number.
Ming Ming’s heart bloomed like a flower.
Her future suddenly looked bright and wide.
Amazing.
With a long-term meal ticket in hand, why be a corporate slave ever again?
She couldn’t help but sigh:
Alien technology is really insane.
Not only did it revive her painlessly…
It even packaged and delivered her virtual-world husband.
Isn’t this basically like owning a robot that can make money, give massages, and fall in love?
Perfect.
“Come on, President Gu, let’s talk about the investment!” Ming Ming said cheerfully.
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