Tangyu Group.
Ye Chen, who was patrolling in the lobby, suddenly froze. He stared around, bewildered.
“Didn’t I just get struck by a lightning bolt as thick as a water barrel? How did I end up back here again?”
Right after killing Jiang Chengye and walking out of the villa, a bolt of lightning the size of a water barrel had blasted him.
The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse—the lightning had come out of nowhere. If he had to explain it, maybe some bastard had been swearing at that exact moment. But somehow, despite being struck, he didn’t die—he was reborn!
Ye Chen took out his phone and checked the date.
“July 19, 2020. I’ve been reborn! As expected, I’m the true child of destiny. Even lightning couldn’t kill me.”
His face lit up with joy. “Today’s the day I first met Jiang Chengye, the first time I saw Yu’er.”
Ye Chen’s lips curled slightly.
Even though he’d been reborn, he wasn’t flustered. He just had to retrace his original steps. Everything had gone smoothly before anyway. As long as he didn’t leave through the front door after killing Jiang Chengye next time, everything would be fine.
Besides, going through his “winning the girl” journey again—it was going to be great.
He clearly remembered that in just half an hour, a big pickup filled with blue roses and Jiang Chengye’s Lamborghini would show up outside the company.
Then Jiang Chengye would start arranging a romantic confession—but it would all be pointless.
Once Tang Shiyu came downstairs, she would watch him coldly the whole time, tormented by his harassment.
And at that moment, Ye Chen would descend like a god, one against four!
He’d beat Jiang Chengye and his bodyguards into the ground… and win the beauty’s heart.
Thinking of this, the smile at Ye Chen’s lips deepened. He was simply waiting for Jiang Chengye to come and offer up his face so he could step on it once again.
But thirty minutes passed. Not even a tiny pickup showed up—let alone a truck.
Ye Chen was getting a little anxious. What the hell?
Was this a parallel world rebirth?
If Jiang Chengye didn’t come to confess, Ye Chen wasn’t sure how this would affect the plot afterward.
After all, it was because of this incident that Jiang Chengye held a grudge and gave him many opportunities for heroic rescues.
Would he miss his entire harem lineup?
That thought made Ye Chen panic. Tang Shiyu was stunning—so beautiful it could topple cities.
Before his rebirth, he hadn’t even held her hand. Their relationship was only confirmed over the phone.
This was a huge loss.
He really wanted to call Jiang Chengye and ask if he was stuck in traffic.
Hurry up and come crash the party already!
But another thirty minutes passed. Jiang Chengye still didn’t show.
Ye Chen knew he couldn’t just wait around anymore.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
Two rings, and it connected.
“You’ve got one hour. Prepare a truckload of blue roses and bring a few guys to the front of Tangyu Group to confess to Tang Shiyu!”
Ye Chen barked orders at the other end.
The person he called was one of his Eight Guardians—Chen Wu.
At that moment, Chen Wu was in a rental apartment playing mahjong with three brothers.
Everyone froze when they heard the order.
Was the Dragon King high or something? Asking him to confess to Tang Shiyu?
They didn’t even know who Tang Shiyu was!
But it wasn’t their place to question—they jumped up and started moving immediately.
They drove off to the flower market at full speed.
A truckload of blue roses? That was insane.
And blue ones at that—where the hell would they find them?
After hanging up, Ye Chen let out a sigh of relief. There was still time before work ended. As long as everything was set up properly, it’d be fine.
Even if it wasn’t Jiang Chengye confessing, as long as Ye Chen could chase off a love rival in front of Tang Shiyu and make himself look good, it would be a surefire win.
Thinking of that, the corner of his mouth curled again.
Just half an hour later, Ye Chen saw a large truck slowly approaching.
Chen Wu’s vehicle followed behind it.
Ye Chen had thought it’d take Chen Wu at least an hour to get it done. A whole truckload of roses, from order to delivery—it should’ve taken time.
He didn’t expect Chen Wu to pull it off in half an hour. No wonder he was one of his Eight Guardians—so reliable!
But that truck… looked oddly familiar.
Meanwhile, Chen Wu and the others in the vehicle let out a breath of relief when they saw Ye Chen nod in satisfaction.
They hadn’t expected it to go so smoothly either.
At the flower market, the moment they asked the boss if he had a truckload of blue roses, the guy was stunned.
It just so happened that Young Master Jiang of the Jiang family had just sent his driver back with the flowers.
Said he wanted them used as fertilizer. It had never happened before. The boss even thought the quality of the flowers had failed to meet Jiang Chengye’s expectations.
But after the driver handed over several bundles of cash, his worries faded.
The roses were already on their way to becoming fertilizer, but now someone came to buy them—and wanted a full truckload of blue roses?
What a coincidence.
And they looked really anxious.
The boss immediately sold Jiang Chengye’s discarded blue roses to Chen Wu—at double the price.
He made a killing.
Chen Wu didn’t care about the cost. Even if the boss asked ten times more, he would’ve paid.
If Ye Chen wasn’t happy, he’d be doomed.
After paying, the boss grinned and asked the driver to deliver the flowers to the designated location.
Ye Chen had sent Chen Wu a message:
[Arrange the roses in a big heart shape. Then yell loudly, “Tang Shiyu, I like you. Be my girlfriend!” Make sure YOU don’t yell. Have the other three do it. You just stand in the middle holding a bouquet. Once Tang Shiyu comes down, kneel on one knee and confess. I’ll come out to drive you away. Remember—be arrogant! Look down on me! Say I’m just a security guard!]
Looking at the message, Chen Wu felt worse than when he got stabbed a dozen times overseas.
Meanwhile, Ye Chen had already turned and entered the lobby.
In his past life, he appeared only after Tang Shiyu came down.
Chen Wu looked at his outfit—khaki shorts, flip-flops, a white tank top stained with oil.
His hair hadn’t been washed in days. His beard was unshaven.
He silently replied to Ye Chen with a single word: [Got it.]
Screw it. He was doing this for the Dragon King’s reputation.
He immediately instructed the three brothers to start setting up.
Soon, a massive heart-shaped rose formation was in place.
Passersby gathered quickly. Many had already taken out their phones to record.
“Must be Young Master Jiang confessing again. Always roses—no originality.”
“Yeah, and this time the helpers are ugly. Last time he had a whole crew of musclemen behind him.”
“Keep your voice down. They’re probably just assistants. Young Master Jiang should be coming out soon.”
…
The people in the office upstairs were used to it. This kind of confession happened at least twice a week.
Everyone thought it was Jiang Chengye again.
But when Chen Wu stood in the middle with his roses, everyone was stunned.
Flip-flops. Khaki shorts. A dirty tank top. A greasy face. An unshaved beard. Oily hair.
Was this for real?
Tangyu Group exploded.
“Oh, I get it. He must be confessing to one of the cafeteria aunts. I thought it was Young Master Jiang!”
“But today IS Wednesday—Jiang’s usual confession day. It’s never wrong. Wednesday, Friday for confession. Sunday for proposals. Always on schedule.”
“Yeah, his love for CEO Tang runs deep. There’s no way he’d skip today. And only he would do this setup.”
“I know! That guy must’ve moved Young Master Jiang with his love for the cafeteria auntie, so Jiang gave up his spot today.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But the next scene slapped them in the face.
Chen Wu took a deep breath. He had never confessed before. If it weren’t for his respect for the Dragon King, he wouldn’t have come even if they threatened to stab him again.
Especially now that a huge crowd was recording on their phones…
His dignity was completely gone.
He signaled to the three brothers behind him.
They looked at each other and steeled themselves. Just an hour ago, they were happily playing mahjong.
Now they were walking to their execution!
“Tang Shiyu, I like you. Be my girlfriend!”
All three shouted together at the top of their lungs.
Their voices echoed through the plaza.
“Did I hear that right? He’s confessing to CEO Tang?”
“Say what you want—but that guy holding the flowers is brave as hell. He looks like that and still dares to confess to CEO Tang.”
“Exactly! Even if CEO Tang doesn’t like Jiang, at least he’s tall and handsome. He’s 1.83 meters with dreamy peach blossom eyes. He’s got the looks to back it up. Look at this guy—what is he even wearing?”
“True. Young Master Jiang might be a bit clingy, but he’s filthy rich and better looking than a celebrity. That much I’ll admit. Too bad CEO Tang just doesn’t like him.”
…
On the top floor, Tang Shiyu was quietly reviewing documents.
Then a familiar, passionate confession echoed from below.
“Tang Shiyu, I like you. Be my girlfriend!”
She frowned slightly.
“Jiang Chengye, must you harass me like this?!”
She pretended not to hear and continued reviewing the file. She was long used to Jiang Chengye confessing to her on a schedule.
She treated it like background noise.
“Yu’er! Yu’er! Someone’s confessing to you downstairs!” Her secretary and bestie, Wang Xia, rushed in excitedly.
Tang Shiyu gave her a strange look. “I know. He comes several times a week. Didn’t you say you were already immune? Why so excited now?”
Wang Xia replied urgently, “It’s not Jiang Chengye! I swear, this time it’s a huge surprise!”
She had just witnessed the whole thing. At first, she thought it was the same routine again, until Chen Wu stepped into the heart-shaped formation. She was stunned.
Especially when the three guys shouted, “Tang Shiyu, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”
The crowd had erupted.
“Not Jiang Chengye?” Tang Shiyu blinked.
If not him… then where did he go?
A strange sense of disappointment welled up in her heart.
She got up, walked to the window, and looked down.
A greasy man in a dirty tank top stood in the center of the heart formation, clutching a bouquet of roses.