Qi Weiran's fingers curled ever so slightly.
That person… hadn’t opened her mouth just now.
Staring at the expressionless man before her, Yi Qingju swallowed hard.
【Why’s he just sitting there? Did I mishear?】
【Maybe Qi Weiran’s not here for a checkup… maybe he’s secretly getting his hemorrhoids removed?】
“……”
The man who practically controls the global economy does not get hemorrhoids.
Hearing that outrageously brazen voice, and looking at the fragile young woman before him—eyes red, body trembling like a gust of wind could knock her over—the contrast was almost absurd.
Qi Weiran narrowed his eyes.
Still unsure. Better observe a bit more.
Sniffling, and with both knees nearly numb from kneeling, Yi Qingju used her sleeve to wipe her tears—casually shifting position in the process. As her face turned toward the bodyguard standing behind Qi Weiran, she discreetly winked at him behind the cover of her sleeve.
【Come on, man! My legs are dead! You’re just gonna let me suffer while he gets his ass surgery? Toss me out already!】
But without Qi Weiran’s order, the bodyguard wouldn’t budge.
Qi Weiran’s suspicion solidified.
That voice… was hers.
All his years of high-stakes negotiation and boardroom warfare told him one thing:
When faced with the unknown, do nothing.
“Why are you here?”
His voice was smooth, like the low hum of a cello, but cold—so cold it made Yi Qingju shiver. She knew that indifference all too well.
Tears flowing again on cue, Yi Qingju crawled forward, dragging her numb knees across the floor, and clutched at the hem of his slacks.
A pale wrist slipped from her sleeve—thin, delicate, alarmingly frail.
“Of course I came because I was worried about you...”
【Obviously, I came to hear your last will and testament.】
There it was again. That voice. Loud and clear in his mind.
Qi Weiran’s lips pressed into a tight line.
“Zhang Wei. Call the doctor.” His voice dropped an octave.
The black-suited bodyguard standing beside him nodded and silently left the room.
Two minutes later.
A foreign doctor with bright blue eyes entered, face filled with concern.
“Mr. Qi, are you feeling unwell?”
A sudden cough from someone who never gets sick? Alarming, to say the least.
Qi Weiran remained seated, composed and commanding, and gave a calm nod.
“Shortness of breath.”
Yi Qingju glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
【Pretty sure that’s just karma for being such a passive-aggressive jerk all the time.】
“And auditory hallucinations,” he added after a beat.
The doctor blinked, stunned.
This wasn’t a respiratory problem anymore—this was neurological.
For the first time in two years of knowing Qi Weiran, Yi Qingju wasn’t tossed out by security.
Instead, she got bulldozed by a swarm of panicked doctors.
By the time she came to her senses, she was already outside the hospital.
Who would’ve guessed—
That she, once a simple, overworked office drone, would die suddenly while tipping a male streamer late one night.
And when she woke up, she’d become Yi Qingju, a modern-day Cinderella married into one of the richest families in the world.
Her husband?
Qi Weiran—patriarch of the Qi family, the most powerful clan in the capital. A man pulled straight out of a fantasy novel, who really did control the pulse of the global economy.
The man everyone feared.
But even he had a fatal flaw—a rare genetic condition.
While his body was immune to ordinary illness, it came at a steep cost:
He would only live to thirty.
He didn’t love Yi Qingju. But out of duty, he planned to leave half his fortune to her after his death—as compensation for wasting her youth.
When Yi Qingju first heard that news after transmigrating, she’d trembled like someone who’d just hit a billion-dollar jackpot.
Then she met him in person.
And that jackpot turned out to be a cold, hard slap.
Why?
Because she came with baggage: a system called “OOC is a Capital Crime”.
The moment she got close to the male lead, it would automatically activate.
It demanded she behave like the original Yi Qingju—head over heels in love, blind to money, a total hopeless romantic idiot.
Any deviation? Divine retribution. Lightning strikes.
And let’s just say... the first time was enough.
She’d never forget the pain of being stuck between life and death.
So she learned. She adapted.
And in two years, she successfully convinced the entire world that Yi Qingju was Qi Weiran’s devoted simp.
Feeling smug, she made her way into the underground parking lot.
A mint-green Wuling Mini EV brushed past her shoulder.
【Huh. Nice taste. Looks just like mine.】
Reaching into her pocket to summon her trusty steed...
Her hand came up empty.
Just then, her phone buzzed.
“Madam, it’s Zhang Wei.”
“There were a bunch of reporters outside. Mr. Qi happened to pick up your car keys, so… we drove off in your car.”
Click. Call ended. No time for objections.
Yi Qingju took a deep breath.
“Dear heavens, if You don’t smite that man soon, I will do it myself.”
Still… something bugged her.
When Qi Weiran drove past her in her own car just now—why didn’t the OOC system activate?
Back at the Qi family estate, Qi Weiran returned home to an enthusiastic welcome from Auntie Zhang.
She helped him out of his suit jacket, quietly sizing him up.
He hadn’t been back in over six months.
Maybe he’d coughed all his nutrition away—he looked thinner than before.
But even as she stared at him, he was staring back.
His gaze lingered so long that Auntie Zhang’s cheeks turned red under the scrutiny.
Finally, he spoke.
“What has Yi Qingju been up to lately?”
That caught her off guard.
It was the first time he’d ever asked about his wife.
She chose her words carefully.
“Nothing much… she’s just been raising a… small pet.”
Qi Weiran’s eyes flickered.
A pet? That woman couldn’t even take care of herself.
Five minutes later.
Qi Weiran stood face to face with it:
A half-human-tall, fat, burly black pig.
“……”
Even Zhang Wei, his bodyguard, was at a loss for words.
This was the 'small pet'?
The lush garden—usually reserved for rare plants and exotic herbs from around the world—had been turned into a pigpen.
All the once-proud botanical treasures now huddled miserably in one corner, drooping.
Auntie Zhang’s face flushed with embarrassment.
“Madam has… unconventional tastes.”
The air turned cold.
The pigpen was clean—immaculate, actually. There was only the faintest scent of disinfectant. Everything was arranged with care: a section for feeding, another for sleeping, a separate place for waste.
It was… disturbingly well-organized.
But Qi Weiran’s obsessive-compulsive need for order still couldn’t tolerate it.
Expressionless, he turned and said:
“Get rid of it.”
Auntie Zhang panicked.
“Sir, please reconsider! Xiao Hua just gave birth to some wild boarlets. She’s still recovering! Isn’t it a little inhumane to kick her out now?”
“Then have Yi Qingju ride it out.”
He left without another word.
Meanwhile, across town…
Yi Qingju stared at the last ¥30 in her bank account, deep in thought.
A cab to the Qi estate cost fifty.
She really shouldn’t have tipped that male streamer so much.
Sighing, she jogged across the street to a commercial plaza. She picked a random restaurant and placed an order for spicy hot pot through Meituan.
A while later, a delivery guy in yellow kangaroo uniform rushed out of the restaurant with a plastic bag.
Yi Qingju stepped in front of him.
“Hey, is that delivery headed to the Qi estate?”
The courier froze at the question, then blinked when he got a good look at her.
“That’s actually my order. Since you're headed there anyway, why not bring me along too?”
She flashed a friendly smile, showing eight neat white teeth.
The courier: “...?”
What the…? This is new.
He looked down at the bag, then back up at the delicate, pretty girl in front of him.
“You’re… ‘Mountain Full of Monkeys, Only My Butt Is Red’?”
(T/L:This username, "满山猴子就我腚红," is a sarcastic, self-deprecating handle implying attention-seeking behavior among a crowd. Literally: “Of all the monkeys in the mountains, I’m the one with the red butt.”)
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