A brief account was given about Shen Yi's previous rescue incident.
Fu Nanzhi's curiosity grew stronger, and she also gained more respect for her colleague.
Cheng Tianwei, being young and capable, was well-informed about all matters in the group, so naturally, Shen Yi's situation reached his ears.
After understanding the whole story, Cheng Tianwei realized there must have been some misunderstanding.
"Oh my, what a situation," Cheng Tianwei sighed with resignation.
It was a good deed done, just credited to the wrong person.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Cheng Tianwei clapped his hands and looked at Fu Nanzhi with hesitation,
"But the group's commendation has already been announced, and the template has been distributed. Young lady, what do you think about..."
Cheng Tianwei spoke in a negotiating tone while looking at her, his meaning clear without words.
"Of course, uncle will make it up to him another way, worst case we'll give out another commendation. It's not good to keep changing orders back and forth."
Facing Cheng Tianwei's dilemma, Fu Nanzhi met him with a determined gaze.
Cheng Tianwei couldn't continue.
He had watched Fu Nanzhi grow up since she was little, and he knew her personality very well.
Once she set her mind on something, not even ten oxen could pull her back.
This was completely opposite to his daughter, who was as slippery as an eel. Looking at how she was almost an old maid now, he had no way to handle her either.
"Fine! If we need to change it, we'll withdraw and change it."
After thinking it through, Cheng Tianwei decisively waved his hand and made the decision.
Hearing this, Fu Nanzhi's eyes finally lit up with joy, as if she was happier than if she had received the award herself.
[Soon, your deed was announced throughout the group.]
[You received the company's commendation, which further validated many colleagues' assumptions.]
[Your professional ability and meticulous work style really suited Fu Nanzhi's taste.]
[Although she didn't say it out loud, she secretly admired you quite a bit.]
[In the days that followed, your interactions increased.]
[Fu Nanzhi's perfectionist personality still offended quite a few people, as she never easily compromised.]
[She not only demanded high standards from herself but also frequently corrected others' mistakes.]
[However, with your early intervention, things didn't slide toward the worse, and most situations were resolved smoothly.]
[As a bridge between both sides, you guided Fu Nanzhi to gradually change while serving as her protective umbrella, easing relationships between colleagues.]
[Due to your good relationships with others, although many still had complaints about her, they didn't express them openly because of your background.]
[Over time, under your guidance, colleagues gradually understood Fu Nanzhi's true personality and realized she wasn't doing things intentionally.]
[While you solved work-related problems, her personal life still gave you headaches.]
[Whether it was formal dinners or private invitations, Fu Nanzhi always declined with various excuses.]
[Her outstanding appearance attracted many potential suitors in the group, but she remained indifferent to all of them.]
[She only moved between the company and home, living quite independently, and no one had ever successfully invited her out.]
[Even though you two had become very familiar, there were still times when she couldn't recognize you.]
[Upon careful observation, you noticed that she always had difficulty recognizing you during the first couple of days after you changed clothes.]
[Because she had concealed her face blindness, every time she met someone new, she would carefully memorize their characteristics, trying not to let anyone notice her difference.]
[You found this stubborn woman adorable, and secretly got yourself a pair of black non-prescription glasses.]
[After you started wearing glasses, Fu Nanzhi could accurately recognize you.]
[Whether it was your imagination or not, her attitude toward you showed subtle changes.]
Shen Yi looked at the text before him, his consciousness slowly immersing in it.
Holding a document, Shen Yi naturally pushed open the door to Fu Nanzhi's office. Having known each other for so long, they no longer bothered with knocking.
Of course, this privilege was limited to Shen Yi alone.
The office was empty, but Shen Yi didn't mind, walking in with familiarity.
As he was about to leave the document and go, a notebook spread open on the desk caught his attention.
The small notebook was delicate and petite, slightly open at both ends, its pages fluttering in the air conditioning breeze.
Shen Yi didn't want to look initially, but the vague writing aroused his curiosity, so he picked it up and looked at the open page.
The little notebook clearly listed characteristics of various colleagues in the department, for example:
"Tang Youqian, curly hair, wears a Longines watch."
"Zhang Rui, silver earring in left ear."
"Li Weinan, tall, crew cut."
"Cheng Yuqian, dimples when smiling, mole under eye corner."
"..."
Shen Yi was amazed as he read; it included almost everyone in the department.
Each person had one or two obvious characteristic descriptions, some of which even Shen Yi hadn't noticed.
He fell silent at this moment, suddenly feeling a tug at his heart. In a world where everyone looked the same to her, quietly observing and recording so many people's characteristics wasn't an easy task.
Especially since she never actively mentioned her face blindness.
Wait, Shen Yi couldn't find himself in here.
"Where am I?"
Puzzled, Shen Yi flipped through and found an amusing sight.
"Shen Yi, white shirt, black suit."
The writing was crossed out not long after and updated to "Shen Yi, white shirt, gray suit."
Then that was crossed out too, "Shen Yi, blue shirt, striped tie."
The descriptions kept changing back and forth between these items, constantly adding new colors, then being crossed out.
Through this, Shen Yi witnessed Fu Nanzhi's progression from calm to gradually becoming frantic, with the entries about Shen Yi needing their own separate page.
Looking at the page filled with writing, Shen Yi didn't know what to say.
This stubborn woman had never revealed a word about it from beginning to end. If he hadn't discovered it early and specially gotten a pair of glasses, who knows how long she would have kept recording.
But this wasn't really Shen Yi's fault. His lifestyle was very simple, and he didn't pay much attention to his appearance, having no outstanding characteristics.
He didn't have a habit of wearing accessories, and basically wore the same few sets of clothes.
It was better when he was in the advertising department, at least he could wear casual clothes.
After moving to the legal department, besides the two suits issued by the company plus the two he bought when he first joined, he only had these four sets to rotate through.
Poor Fu Nanzhi had already worked out all possible combinations of Shen Yi's clothes.
Shen Yi continued flipping, and new content appeared,
"Shen Yi, black glasses."
"Shen Yi, social butterfly syndrome."
"Shen Yi, megalomaniac."
"Shen Yi, annoying pest."
"Shen Yi, empty-headed."
"Shen Yi, not smart."
The updates stopped there.
After Shen Yi started wearing black glasses, Fu Nanzhi gradually turned the record notebook into a diary complaining about Shen Yi.
Today Shen Yi made decisions for her again, tomorrow Shen Yi came to bother her again, the day after tomorrow Shen Yi introduced new colleagues to her again.
However, as time passed, the tone of the writing gradually became gentler, easily making one imagine her curved lips.
"Who are you?"
Just as Shen Yi was absorbed in reading, a questioning voice came from behind.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
