Ji Xingzhu quietly laid low, secretly observing this unusual Long Aotian.
One look, and she spotted something wrong!
Earlier, when Song Qingchi visited her home, he wore a suit and tie, the picture of refinement, courtesy, and propriety. Who wouldn’t praise him as a graceful noble son?
But—!
At this very moment, when Song Qingchi was alone at home, he finally shed that gentle, composed façade!
Song Qingchi was no longer wearing that meticulously neat suit. He wore loose-fitting army green cargo pants on the bottom and a black sleeveless tank top on top, revealing solid, well-defined muscles.
The lines of his upper body were smooth—broad shoulders, firm pectorals, a lean and powerful waist, with the hint of a defined V-line.
Taking off the suit seemed to strip away his refined exterior. Now, wearing boxing gloves, he threw punch after fierce punch at a heavy bag. The thump-thump sound of impact echoed in the quiet room.
Ji Xingzhu stared dumbfounded at the scene.
Song Qingchi’s boxing gloves were somewhat worn, even a bit frayed, clearly used often in daily practice. His boxing form was also very proficient—not just proficient, but also exceptionally graceful.
Jabs, hooks, uppercuts, knee strikes… Each movement was clean and precise, carrying a sharp, ruthless force.
Just watching made Ji Xingzhu’s heart race.
She knew it—this Long Aotian was absolutely not simple! He was nothing like the gentle, agreeable person he appeared to be in front of her parents. Seeing his private state, she knew he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.
So, why on earth was he so pleasant to the malicious fiancée’s family, even seeking collaboration?
There must be some ulterior motive!
With a heavy heart, Ji Xingzhu resolved to uncover the reason Song Qingchi differed from the original story.
By now, Song Qingchi had stopped. He breathed slightly heavily, his solid chest rising and falling. Sweat trailed down his face, past his Adam’s apple and collarbone, disappearing into the black tank top.
When alone, Song Qingchi’s face held little expression. Without the gentle smile, and without the gold-rimmed glasses, he exuded an air of aloof coldness and wildness from the inside out.
After quickly gulping down some water, he headed towards the bathroom.
Seeing Song Qingchi was about to undress for a shower, Ji Xingzhu jolted and immediately spoke up, “Ahem—wait a minute!”
Song Qingchi’s gaze sharpened instantly. He warily scanned his surroundings. “Who’s there?”
Ji Xingzhu, thinking she’d have to take on the role of the male lead’s system sooner or later, braced herself and adopted a serious tone. “Hello, Host. I am the Comeback System. You are the one I have chosen! As long as you obediently follow my guidance in the future, I will definitely help you overcome adversity and reach the pinnacle of life!”
Ji Xingzhu thought she would be very nervous, but surprisingly, she became more fluent as she spoke, showing quite a talent for bluffing.
Hearing this, Song Qingchi’s expression didn’t change, nor did he respond immediately. Instead, he began inspecting his living space.
Knowing he must be wary, Ji Xingzhu continued her bluff. “Don’t bother looking. I am an advanced artificial intelligence from the future, now bound to you. I communicate with you directly within your mind. People outside cannot hear my voice.”
Song Qingchi’s movements paused slightly. After a moment, he communicated with her telepathically, “What is your purpose?”
Ji Xingzhu tried her best to sound sincere and earnest. “My purpose is to help you become the world’s richest man!”
Song Qingchi’s eyebrow quirked slightly, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously lifted. But it didn’t seem like a pure smile; instead, it carried a hint of mockery.
Not rushing to shower, Song Qingchi walked into the kitchen and began making himself coffee, his movements refined and elegant, losing the cold sharpness from his earlier boxing.
While proceeding at a leisurely pace, he communicated with the so-called “system.” “Thank you for your kindness, but I don’t require assistance at the moment. You can go help others in need.”
“Now, please leave.”
Ji Xingzhu: “…”
Although Song Qingchi’s tone was calm and his wording quite polite, why did she feel this person was being incredibly stubborn?
Having been a proud and arrogant young lady in both lifetimes, Ji Xingzhu was already somewhat impatient after pretending to be a system for so long. Song Qingchi, of all people, was being uncooperative. So, her tone also turned less pleasant. “Hey, I’m here to help you. Why are you being so ungrateful?”
Song Qingchi took a sip of coffee, remaining unmoved. “Thank you, but I don’t need it.”
Ji Xingzhu grew a bit anxious. “I can predict many things that will happen in the future! It will be very helpful for your career!”
Having read the original work, she could indeed “predict the future” to some extent. This was Ji Xingzhu’s biggest trump card. She didn’t believe Song Qingchi could remain unmoved by this!
However, Song Qingchi replied calmly, “As long as one possesses sufficient information and a bit of judgment, predicting many future developments in the business world isn’t difficult. Therefore, your existence or non-existence won’t significantly impact my career.”
Ji Xingzhu: “…”
Damn, he’s really showing off.
Ji Xingzhu began racking her brains to “tempt” him. “I also know many important figures’ backgrounds and secrets!”
Song Qingchi remained steadfastly unmoved. “I’m not particularly curious.”
Ji Xingzhu: “…”
He’s not even interested in gossip?! What a tough nut!
After several rounds of back-and-forth, Ji Xingzhu, the fake system, was nearly despairing. Why was Long Aotian so impervious, his defenses so strong?! She had tried so hard, yet he never relented to accept her.
Growing impatient, Ji Xingzhu stopped communicating with Song Qingchi and instead called out to 999 in her own mind, “System! This damn male lead doesn’t believe me. What should I do?”
The next second, Song Qingchi’s coffee-drinking motion froze.