Urban: It turns out this is a comprehensive world

"Tch~~"

Luo Yuntian scoffed at this, saying that this was a normal change of rights for personnel within the Heavenly God Palace, or rather, within Luo Lingtian's forces.

Even ordinary members can apply to change their position, but there is an additional time limit.

Of course, these rights are mainly aimed at the members of the Temple of Gods, since they live a life of fighting and killing, and it is normal for them to get tired of it after a long time.

As for regular employees of companies and groups, almost no one has ever used this right.

That's a legitimate job with top-notch benefits in the country; only a fool would want to change jobs.

In fact, Luo Yuntian wasn't particularly opposed to becoming the chairman and CEO of Xingyuan Entertainment. The main reason was that he had just graduated from university, and there weren't any tasks at the Heavenly Temple for the time being. He was just thinking of enjoying himself for a while when he was assigned this role.

but······

"By the way, I heard your fiancée is planning to come to Haishi."

Changing the subject, Luo Yuntian's eyes held a mischievous smile. To be honest, he had never seen his sister-in-law, who was engaged to his elder brother, in person, except for photos.

Luo Yuntian sensed something unusual about the other party's sudden arrival in Haishi.

It should be noted that, on the surface, the Qin family's little princess did not publicly reject the marriage agreement.

Almost ten years have passed since the engagement was made, but the other party has never contacted Luo Lingtian, let alone met with him.

This sudden visit to Haishi is very unusual!

Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but it's just at this time.

Just as the two brothers confirmed that the security guard recently recruited by the Yu Group was the Dragon King of the overseas Dragon King organization.

"Brother, do you think she might be here to break off the engagement? And then she might run into that Dragon King, and then..."

"What, you're looking forward to it?"

Luo Lingtian glanced at Luo Yuntian sideways, feeling somewhat speechless. Sometimes he wondered if he shouldn't have shown him those melodramatic novels from his past life.

That's right. Although it resolves the conflict between brothers, this world incorporates many melodramatic elements from female-oriented novels, and the female-oriented world often doesn't follow any logic.

Therefore, in order to broaden Luo Yuntian's horizons and avoid having to personally educate his blind younger brother one day, he wrote down some melodramatic novels that he knew from his previous life.

It has both male and female channels.

"Even if that's true, it doesn't matter. I'm not a love-struck person, nor am I someone who values ​​appearances above all else."

It would be a lie to say that Qin Qingcheng, the youngest princess of the Qin family, was not satisfied.

Having lived two lives, Luo Lingtian didn't care whether it was an arranged marriage or a business alliance. As long as the other person's personality, appearance, and figure satisfied him, that was OK.

Over the years, although he had never met Qin Qingcheng in person, he had collected a lot of information about her, and he was very satisfied with her.

If the other party follows the marriage agreement and marries him normally, he will also love and cherish her sincerely.

If what Luo Yuntian said really happens, then it doesn't matter.

As for being dumped by his fiancée, and then his fiancée falling in love with a security guard, wouldn't that make him lose face?

Ha, you're overthinking it. For someone of his status to argue with a security guard over such a trivial matter would truly be a loss of face.

Even if this person's hidden identity is the Dragon King of the internationally renowned mercenary organization, Dragon King Palace, it doesn't matter.

Well, actually, Luo Lingtian is still somewhat afraid of the protagonist's halo.

Although he was a time traveler, to be honest, he didn't know what his place was.

Is he one of the main characters destined to be a protagonist? Or a vicious villain? Or perhaps a supporting character?

As for passersby? Sorry, having already crossed paths with some chosen ones, he is destined to be more than just a passerby.

Shrugging, Luo Yuntian quieted down.

After several years of getting along, he knew his older brother very well. As long as it didn't affect his grand ambitions, he really didn't care what trouble Qin Qingcheng caused.

The capital city

On a sweltering summer afternoon, the chirping of cicadas, accompanied by the blazing sun, swept across the capital city. A pavilion with green tiles and white pillars stood quietly beside a pond full of pink lotus blossoms.

Qin Qingcheng sat on a white marble bench in the center of the pavilion, her posture as upright as a bamboo, yet with a touch of languid relaxation, like a delicate painting imbued with the essence of summer, lively yet understated.

Her long, black hair was simply tied up with a single pearl hairpin, with a few stray strands clinging to her neck and swaying gently with her light breaths.

The sunlight streaming through the carved window carried the heat unique to summer, yet it softened on her, making her proud swan neck appear even longer and whiter. Her skin was as smooth and lustrous as white jade that had been soaked in cool water, and even the subtle luster reflected by the sunlight was clearly visible.

She wore a light blue chiffon dress, the hem of which draped gracefully over the edge of the stone bench. A gentle breeze lifted it, outlining her full yet not bulky curves. A matching ribbon was casually tied around her waist, further emphasizing her slender figure.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of long legs clad in sheer black stockings crossed, the delicate fabric of the stockings contrasting gently with the snow-white skin. Every line exuded a youthful and vibrant allure, yet her serene demeanor prevented her from appearing immature.

Qin Qingcheng lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids, obscuring the thoughts about the future in her eyes.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely crafted, like a meticulously sculpted work of art. Her eyebrows were slender yet sharp, and her eyes were long and deep. Although they were not open at the moment, one could still imagine the clarity and determination in her eyes when they were open.

Beneath her high, straight nose, her cherry lips were pressed into a faint curve, their color a natural pink, exuding youthful beauty without any makeup.

She sat there, one hand resting lightly on the stone table, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the corner of the table. Her expression was calm, carrying a mysterious air that was both aloof and alluring, somewhere between youthful innocence and maturity.

The lotus flowers in the pond exuded a sweet fragrance. Occasionally, a dragonfly would skim across the water, splashing up tiny droplets, or the evening breeze would rustle through the leaves, but none of this interrupted her contemplation.

She seemed to blend into the pavilion and the summer lotus, surrounded by a faint halo of youth, making people want to stop and look at her, yet not daring to easily disturb this tranquil beauty that belongs only to summer.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, the afternoon heat subsided, casting a long shadow on the bluestone slabs, which complemented the surrounding lotus leaves and flowers, adding a touch of summer poetry.

At this moment, Qin Qingcheng was no longer the beloved little princess of the Qin family, but a woman quietly contemplating the future, yet she was even more beautiful and captivating, leaving an unforgettable impression.

Just as the breeze carrying the fragrance of lotus blossoms brushed against Qin Qingcheng's hair by the pond, a series of steady yet hurried footsteps came from not far away—not the leisurely pace of a garden attendant, but with the rhythmic feel of a soldier, each step landing firmly.

As Qin Qingcheng looked up, she saw Lin Wei walking through the carved moon gate. She was still wearing that neat black short suit, with a white shirt underneath, the collar neatly tied, and the cuffs rolled up to her forearms, revealing a low-key military watch on her wrist.

His hair, which had been cut very short in the military camp, had grown a little longer, but it was still neatly combed, and the sharp curve of the ends still held the spirit of the training ground back then.

She held a stack of documents in her hands, her fingertips firmly gripping the edges of the documents, without even the paper wobbling.

He stopped three steps away from the pavilion, not daring to approach and disturb her, but gently knocking on the wooden pillar of the pavilion in a clear but not harsh voice: "Qingcheng, I just picked up some documents from the company that need your signature, and I also brought you a cup of your favorite cold-brewed oolong tea."

When Qin Qingcheng saw that it was her, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she raised her hand to gesture for her to come in.

Lin Wei then stepped forward and placed the document on the stone table with gentle movements, yet still maintaining the rigor of a soldier—the first page of the document was facing up, the signature column was subtly marked with a highlighter, and a pen was placed next to it.

She took a thermos from her black backpack, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to her. The thermos was still cool to the touch: "It's been chilled. It's hot, have something cold to cool down."

The moment Qin Qingcheng took the cup, she caught a glimpse of a faint scar on the inside of Lin Wei's wrist—a scar left from a mission years ago, now hidden under her shirt cuff, almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Lin Wei seemed to notice her gaze, raised her hand and rolled up her sleeves again, naturally changing the subject: "I've already checked the documents, they're all the cooperation details we agreed on before. If there are no problems, sign them, I need to send them back to the company this afternoon."

As she spoke, she maintained her upright posture, her hands hanging naturally at her sides. Her gaze subtly swept around the pavilion, and only after confirming that nothing was amiss did she relax her shoulders slightly, a hint of familiarity between close friends in her eyes: "What are you thinking about? You've been sitting here for almost half an hour."

"It's nothing. Did you book the tickets I asked you to?"

Without answering Lin Wei's question, Qin Qingcheng took a sip of iced tea and then asked a different question.

"It's booked, but the flight is for 5 PM. We'll probably arrive in Haishi around 7 PM."

Lin Wei's expression faltered slightly before she spoke, but her expression was somewhat unnatural, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her appearance, Qin Qingcheng felt a little strange.

"Are you going to Haishi to see him? Are you really going to honor the marriage agreement set by the old man?"

Upon hearing the question, Qin Qingcheng paused in her tea-drinking motion. After a moment, she put down the thermos, her eyes lowered, and a complex expression flashed across her face—a mixture of regret and hatred—before transforming into determination.

"I'm going to see him and also to confirm the wedding date." Looking up again, Qin Qingcheng smiled, her expression filled with longing.

"You..."

Lin Wei was puzzled. Looking at Qin Qingcheng, who had a happy smile and a look of longing on her face, she was really confused.

Although she only recently retired from the military and became Qin Qingcheng's assistant and bodyguard, bodyguard is her main job, and as an assistant, her main job is to receive documents and hand them over to Qin Qingcheng. She doesn't need to manage company affairs; she only needs to convey Qin Qingcheng's orders.