A week slipped away quietly in Su Qianqian's happiness.
The morning sunlight streamed gently through the small window of the rented apartment, spilling softly onto the windowsill. There, a few white eustoma stems stood in a glass vase, blooming beautifully and adding a touch of vibrant warmth to the otherwise modest room.
Su Qianqian’s long, seaweed-like hair was loosely tied back with a black hairband, a few stray strands playfully framing her slender, fair neck. She sat on the edge of the bed, mentally reviewing the entertainment industry information of this world.
[Host, the week is up.] The system’s voice chimed in, no longer as impatient as before but carrying a note of solemnity.
The initial excitement on Su Qianqian’s delicate face had settled into quiet determination. Her eyes remained clear, but now held a resilient steadiness.
“Mm, I know,” she replied softly, her voice sweet yet firm.
[I’ve compiled and transmitted all the necessary details to you.]
[Lin Shu’s habits, preferences, boundaries, on-set relationships, as well as some public information about Gu Chengyu… it’s all there.]
[Remember, avoid Lin Shu if possible. If you can’t, play dumb, stay humble, and never provoke her.]
[I’ll remember, System.]
[I have to return to headquarters for an upgrade training—duration unknown.]
The system’s tone carried a hint of reluctance. [But don’t worry, I’ve set up an AI assistant for you, designated as 007.]
[If you need anything, just call for 007 in your mind. It can retrieve basic intel, provide navigation, or track the general movements of specific individuals.]
[It’s not as attentive as me, but its core functions are reliable!]
A faint smile curved Su Qianqian’s lips as she responded mentally, [Got it. Thank you, System.]
[No need for thanks…] The system sounded almost bashful.
[One last crucial thing!]
Its tone turned serious again. [Your soul is from another world, and even though I optimized the fusion with this body, there might still be some rejection effects.]
Su Qianqian instinctively raised a hand, pressing lightly against her temple.
This past week, whenever she overexerted herself, dizziness would creep up on her.
[Exactly like that.]
The system noted her gesture. [Occasional dizziness, easy fatigue, and a slightly weaker constitution than average.]
[Don’t push yourself too hard. Rest when you need to.]
[I’ll be careful.] Su Qianqian nodded earnestly.
The system’s tone shifted, laced with a suggestive note. [But these minor issues aren’t without a permanent solution.]
Su Qianqian blinked her dewy almond-shaped eyes, curiosity flickering. [Hm?]
[The key lies with the Son of Fortune—Gu Chengyu.]
The system lowered its voice, almost sheepish. [He’s this world’s sole Son of Fortune. His… gifts can nourish your very essence.]
[If you succeed in winning him over.]
The system paused, choosing its words carefully. [That… special exchange would allow you to retain his energy, which would then subtly integrate into your being. It’s akin to dual cultivation in fantasy realms—equally potent.]
[Not only would it eliminate rejection and fully anchor you in this world…]
[Your body would also be revitalized, becoming supple and radiant, like spring buds saturated with morning dew, glowing from within. Understand?]
Su Qianqian’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, the color spreading to the tips of her delicate ears.
She understood the system’s implication all too well.
Biting her lower lip, her plush lips indented slightly under the pressure of her teeth.
[I… I understand.] Her voice was tinged with shyness.
For survival, for the health and freedom she’d fought so hard to regain, she knew she had to seize this chance.
[Alright, that’s everything.]
The system’s voice lightened. [Qianqian, remember my words—protect yourself, but don’t stress too much.]
[Enjoying life matters, but completing the mission is your lifeline.]
[The original Su Qianqian died at twenty—two years from now. If you haven’t replaced the original heroine in Gu Chengyu’s heart by then, the world’s consciousness will reject you, and you’ll fade away without warning.]
[I understand.] Su Qianqian took a deep breath, gazing at the lively street outside the window, her eyes clear and resolute.
[I’ll live fully as this world’s Su Qianqian, embracing her life.]
[And I’ll win Gu Chengyu’s favor—his protection and gifts.]
[Good. That’s the host I chose—bright and tenacious.] The system sounded pleased.
[I’ll go now. 007 will take over temporarily.]
[Okay. Goodbye, System.]
[Take care, Host.] The system’s voice faded into silence.
With the mental voice gone, the apartment felt unusually quiet, save for the distant hum of city life outside.
Su Qianqian sat still for a moment, a mix of melancholy and anticipation in her heart.
She was truly on her own now, ready to walk this path steadily.
Rising, she moved to the small desk and opened the original owner’s aging laptop.
Then, she clicked open the browser and slowly typed two characters into the search bar:
Gu Corporation.
