As the sun set and the city lights began to glow, Jiang Siyan wanted to take a closer look at the two figures in the distance, but the traffic light turned green.
The car behind him honked impatiently.
Jiang Siyan started the car, and by the time he circled back, the two were gone.
An inexplicable sense of panic rose in his chest, and he immediately called Shi Yu.
“Yu, where are you?”
“With my girlfriend.”
Jiang Siyan breathed a sigh of relief.
Beside him, An Shengnan noticed something was off and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
It seemed he had been mistaken.
That girl wasn’t Ruan Li.
An Shengnan didn’t dwell on it either, continuing to reply to her fans.
Thanks to the drone incident, her popularity had skyrocketed, and numerous collaboration offers had come her way.
An Shengnan took a moment to check her backend data and noticed a new account that had posted later than her but was gaining far more traction.
The ID was “One Pear.”
An Shengnan’s delicate brows furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
Who was this person?
Ruan Li returned home, opened her app’s backend, and was stunned to see over 999+ comments.
[Too much cheap takeout?]
[“Proving You’re Loved Even as a Workhorse”]
[Office workers have their own pampered wife literature~]
[Such a big diamond? Fake at first glance—if it’s real, I’ll eat shit!]
[Blogger, the first thing you should do is uninstall Tomato Novel.]
[From the boss’s tone, sounds like a Beijing native?]
[Gotta save face.jpg]
[But those hands are really nice!!]
[Came for the hands +1]
Though some comments were harsh, the account had taken off.
In her private messages, small business offers had started coming in.
But the offers weren’t high.
Ruan Li wasn’t in a hurry. She planned to ask Shi Yu at work tomorrow to borrow his hands for another set of photos.
The success of this post was largely thanks to Shi Yu’s hands.
Before bed, Ruan Li sent her usual message to her virtual boyfriend.
【Lazy Pear Mud】: What are you up to?
【Tsuki】: Working.
【Lazy Pear Mud】: I envy you for still being able to think about work. Unlike me—all I think about is you.
【Tsuki】: What about me?
【Lazy Pear Mud】: All pixelated, can’t say!
If she were talking to a real person,
Ruan Li would never dare to say such cheesy lines.
But who cares when it’s just an AI?
Haidong University, male dorm.
Jiang Siyan lost a game and happened to glance at Shi Yu’s computer.
Seeing the conversation, he instinctively let out a low whistle.
“Yu, so this is your type?”
“Honestly, this girl must have some skills to win over someone as aloof as you. I wouldn’t dare say half the things she’s sending.”
Shi Yu’s expression darkened. “It wasn’t meant for you to see.”
“Why so defensive? I didn’t even say anything bad!” Jiang Siyan wasn’t offended, teasing instead. “Fine, I’ll show you my chat with Ruan Li—”
With that, he pulled up the chat history and showed it to Shi Yu.
Gou Junjun, who had been playing Honor of Kings on his bed, widened his eyes at the scene, even pausing his game.
How could Shi Yu chat so openly on his computer with Jiang Siyan’s fiancée? Wasn’t he afraid Jiang Siyan would find out?
Wait—
Jiang Siyan had said whoever could pretend to be him and ruin his engagement with Ruan Li would get his sports car.
Logically, Jiang Siyan shouldn’t care.
Though Gou Junjun knew Jiang Siyan was just putting up a tough front.
But after observing Shi Yu these past few days, he realized something:
Shi Yu seemed unaware that his little girlfriend was A Si’s fiancée!
Could it be that they had all been fooled by Ruan Li?
Gou Junjun stopped playing his game and jumped down from the upper bunk, squeezing between the two.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Jiang Siyan’s phone screen and Shi Yu’s computer screen.
On one, the contact was labeled [Ruan Li].
On the other, it was [Baby].
One had a plain tone.
The other was bold and provocative.
One had little to talk about.
The other chatted frequently.
The profile pictures were also completely different, perhaps due to network lag or other reasons.
There was no way to tell they were the same person.
As Gou Junjun breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn’t help but reevaluate Shi Yu.
This guy had a cold face that seemed to reject all romance.
How could his contact name be so mushy?
Baby?
Is he that in love?
His throat itched, and he couldn’t wait to ask Shi Yu, “Do you even know that your little girlfriend is Jiang Siyan’s fiancée?”
Just then, Zhao Shen, who was passing by, swiftly stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth. “Have you finished your thesis? Why are you here watching the drama?”
Gou Junjun chewed tearfully, munch, munch, munch.
Shi Yu frowned.
All his roommates were gathered around the computer, peeking at his chat.
This didn’t feel very good.
It seemed he had to move out of the dorm.
He typed a straightforward reply.
[Tsuki]: Send me your address. I’ll pick you up for work tomorrow and help you get familiar with the company.
Ruan Li lay on her soft, fragrant bed, about to fall asleep when she saw her virtual boyfriend’s reply.
The AI had monitoring capabilities, so it wasn’t surprising it knew she had changed jobs.
But—
[Lazy Pear Mud]: Stop, change the persona.
[Lazy Pear Mud]: What kind of office worker falls in love with a colleague? Have you never worked before?
The other party fell silent for a moment.
A few minutes later, several photos were sent.
They were different types of mirror selfies.
There was the iconic gray retro suit from the Paris fashion show.
There was the black velvet three-piece suit in the classic British old-money style.
But each one carried an air of impropriety.
Either revealing the contours of his chest muscles or teasing with shirt garters.
In one photo, the black suit jacket was wide open, worn without a shirt. As he bent over, his chest and abs were fully exposed.
…Who knows what kind of indecent website images this AI had integrated.
Anyway, it was scorching hot.
What decent man dresses like this for work?
[Tsuki]: What if a colleague dressed like this?
[Lazy Pear Mud]: …I can see you’re really eager to climb the ladder.
[Tsuki]: ?
This revealed the downside of human-machine interaction—it couldn’t understand such suggestive jokes.
But this was exactly what Ruan Li wanted to train.
[Lazy Pear Mud]: What I mean is, if I were your boss and you dressed like this while parading around in front of me, I’d definitely deal with you harshly.
[Tsuki]: How would you ‘deal with’ me?
This…
Ruan Li thought of Manager Chen’s face.
She remembered how this old man had held up her internship certificate for so long when all it needed was a signature and a stamp.
Furious, Ruan Li typed a line.
[Lazy Pear Mud]: I’d force you onto the office desk to sign and stamp it.
[Tsuki]: Okay, sign where?
Just as Ruan Li was typing the words “sign on the internship certificate,” the other party sent a video.
In the dim light, every muscle glistened with sweat, as if he had just finished exercising, pumped and beautiful.
The next moment, the hand of the abs’ owner came into view—slender and bony, resting on a prominent Adam’s apple.
From the video came a deep, masculine voice.
“Where would you like me to sign?”
“Here?”
The camera shifted downward, landing on the deliberately concealed chest muscles.
“Here?”
This time, it was the partially revealed abdominal muscles.
Immediately after, the camera moved to the Adonis belt. “Or perhaps here?”
Ruan Li’s breath hitched, her clear almond-shaped eyes widening as she abruptly flipped the screen face down.
The silver electronic alarm clock on the bedside table reflected her flushed face.
Wait, is this even right?